Wednesday= better

Yesterday's school day did prove to be more interesting. This class was called "photo production" and had about a quarter of the amount of people from Tuesday's lecture (which was the entire first year image arts population). These lads were just photography students, so I actually got to meet some of the people in my program. But the best part was when I found out that my teacher for this semester is Robyn Cumming, a really awesome photographer who's work actually inspired my decision to choose Ryerson over OCAD (she went to Ryerson a few years back). I felt like I was in the midst of a celebrity! I kept looking around at the other student's faces to see if they had the same reaction as me, only to realize that I was alone in my star struckedness (not a real word). It made me not like them a little bit. Today, I had part of a Spanish class, a two hour break (which consisted of me eating, and then walking around aimlessly with nothing to do), and then a three hour talk about computers in a class called "tools and applications". Tomorrow, no classes. Hoorah.

Got my lunch packed up, my shoes tied tight...

Graeme and I in the
fun house mirror

Today I had my first official university class. It was a three hour lecture on something to do with trilobites possibly being related to me, the mesozoic era, why we're here... I thought I was in the wrong class. But then we started watching clips of pretentious art films with very long titles and I realised that I was exactly were I had to be. Hopefully tomorrow will be more interesting. The picture up there is of Graeme and I at the CNE (Canadian National Exhibition) on Sunday. I took many photos that day, and you can see some of them on my flickr account. If you like.

Kittens: Man's other best friend.

If you ever wish to turn somebody into a blubbering idiot, put a kitten in front of them and watch as they magically transform from a normal functioning member of society, into a drooling and babbling fool who can no longer form proper sentences or real words. That is me when I am around Graeme's new kitten Data, his namesake being Lieutenant Commander Data from Star Trek TNG (Data is an android who serves on the USS Enterprise and is the coolest character on the show. A very big responsibility, I imagine). I'm sure you are asking your computer "Claudia, have you always been this big of a nerd (/loser)?" to which the answer would be "yes". I've always been a nerd, just not a Star Trek Nerd. I blame this nerdiness on Graeme, and a tiny bit on my mom who I used to watch the show with when it was still new (Geordie was my favorite character at that time because he was also on Reading Rainbow). But I digress. So my friend Maite gave us one of the kittens that her kitty birthed a few months ago, and he is so very precious. Graeme and I like to give him big smooches and he in turn gives me head massages with his tiny, sharp kitten nails whilst I sleep. Then he bites me with his tiny, sharp kitten teeth and wakes me up. It's a thing we have. Here is Graeme showing Data off, they're the such buds.

Data and Graeme, having a cuddle.