I bought a cell phone today :)!

It's nothing high-tech, in fact, it's last year's model. Josh bought the newest one, and that is small and silver and fits in the palm of my hand (and I have very small hands). He always has to have the high tech toys, but this phone doesn't seem to work too well for him. Whenever he dials it reminds me of the episode of the Simpsons where Homer gains weight so he doesn't have to work: "Your fingers are too fat to dial the phone. Please smash the keypad and try again." Not that Josh's hands are fat, the phone is just so damned small. That's why I opted for the larger one, because every time I pick up Josh's phone I feel like I'm going to inadvertantly crush it. My phone is black with a silver replaceable face plate, and I may possibly go buy the sour apple green face plate. I seem to have a thing for bright green. That's another thing, the backlight on Josh's is orange, and mine is green. On the whole, I like mine better.

However, before I bought the cell phone, I had some problems activating my credit card. I went into the bank, and the only thing wrong with it was that when I called the number to activate it, they forgot to take the block code off, so it wasn't really activated. Grrr.

I'm breathing a sigh of relief. I've officially finished my first week of school, so here are some first impressions:

Transportation: I've already complained many times about public transit (or pubic transit, as Dave once said), so we won't go there. So the only other mode of transportation to review is Dave and his Plymouth. Dave is okay company, but his radio is not. I have no idea why every radio station in the Lower Mainland feels it is their duty to play "sk8r boi" by Avril "I'm hardcore and different from Britney" (insert Erin laughing here) Lavigne, at least once every hour. What's worse is that Dave once started singing along. In my opinion, Dave has a better voice. Maybe I'm just biased because she's French-Canadian, and Dave is the mode of transportation that doesn't require being pressed against sweaty old people. Whatever. In summation: Dave + Plymouth = Good, Avril + Stereo = Bad, and Old People + Sweat = Ew.

The E-Cafe: I hang out and eat at the E-Cafe in between classes (most notably when I have 5 hours between classes on Mondays, and am unable to book lab time for the aforementioned 5 hours). Seriously, though, I'm going to probably run out of money soon and have to stop eating yummy roast beef sandwiches on multigrain or foacaccia bread, and start bringing Kraft Dinner to school in a Thermos. I wish someone would write a cookbook of recipes that centers around Kraft Dinner, because I would get sick of it extremely quickly. Otherwise, there's ramen noodles. In summation: Eat like a king now, suffer like a college student later.

People: I'm meeting lots of interesting people. The only problem I have is that nearly everyone has a skateboard, has groupies (the Recording Arts guys are surprisingly popular. Remember those Britney Spears wannabes I talked about? Every single one is an RA groupie), or uses "That's gay!" as an insult. This is one of my little pet hates, and sometimes I want to say, "I didn't know that the computer had a sexual orientation" or something similar. I won't yet, though, because I want to meet people and I think the easiest way to repel them is to be a gay rights activist in the first week.

The Classes: All of my classes seem very interesting. Expensive, but interesting. One of the most notable things was the concept of "break time." When I first recieved my schedule, I thought, "Oh dear. I could barely sit through one hour in high school. How am I ever going to sit still for two and a half (or four and a half in the case of my Techniques in Video and Film Production class)?" Well, blow me down and call me Clementine, every teacher offers between a 10 and 20 minute break in the middle of class. Well, except for my teacher for all of my Thursday classes (the same guy teaches Film Screenings, Media Studies, and Visual Storytelling all one after the other in the same room from 2:30 to 9:45). He told us to bring fruit so that we would keep our energy up. So far I really like those classes (all include watching and discussing movies and such), but I'm pissed that there's no time to go to the other building and get dinner.

All in all, I had a pretty good week. However, this is only the first week. Odds are that next week I run out of money, binge on ramen, gain the freshman 15, and decide that school is evil. You win some, you lose some.