i'm all moved into my house with Jamie and Sam. i'm just so fucking stoked that we live on Christmas Avenue. i'm thinking of having t-shirts made up: Christmas Avenue, where it's Christmas all year 'round!
orientation was on tuesday, and next to grad, it felt like the longest day of my liiiife. we left the house (in the rain, of course) at 8:45 a.m. and didn't get back till 6:15 p.m. during orientation, i made some friends, including a guy from Penticton. we bonded over our Okanagan-ness and that we're in the same film studies class. i also met a girl who belonged to a "rollerblading gang" in her hometown. pretty cool.
we had a convocation ceremony, welcoming first years to the university of victoria. i couldn't help but feel like i was attending Hogwarts due to the fact that all the deans were wearing robes and silly hats in various colours. our guest speaker was Severn Cullis-Suzuki, a.k.a David Suzuki's really inspiring daughter. my dad is probably jealous that i got to see her speak.
THEN we got treated to free burgers, cookies, and condoms, among other things, including a performance from Said The Whale, a band i've repeatedly been told to listen to, but never got around to it. well, now i'll make sure to listen to them. they have a new fan on their hands. they were GOOD. hey, singer guy wearing the red t-shirt and black toque, playing the ukulele occasionally? call me. you cute.
yesterday was the first day of classes, and because tutorials don't start till next week, i only had one afternoon class yesterday, English. what is there to say about English, really? i met two more guys, Sean & Riley, who both shook my hand. awwww.
today i, again, only had one class, Writing at 8:30 in the morning. ("rookie mistake", says my third year cousin). My prof is really cool. he was a budding journalist in the late 1970s/early 1980s, meaning he covered the emerging punk scene in Vancouver. later in his career, he was in charge of the Canadian TV Guide. he proceeded to show us a slideshow of him hanging out with the likes of Iggy Pop, Frank Zappa, Gene Simmons, and even Mary Hart and Marie Osmond. he told us stories about getting shhh-wasted with Motorhead and meeting Lou Reed and his "very obviously male" transvestite girlfriend. i was leaning so far in my seat with "ohmygodthisguyissooooooocoooooool" that i probably looked a little crazy. i like this guy. i hope i like his class.
i don't have art history or film studies till monday & tuesday, and i'm very excited to see how those will go.
that's all for now, and hopefully it only gets better and not too crazy-stressful from here.
xxxo
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