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I had a C exam tonight, which I rocked on, if I do say so myself. However, it was very cold out, and I was nearly late to class, since I was rushing to do my homework in the few hours of electricity I had. The electrician had the power off most of the day, leaving me feeling very stranded. The house was cold, I had nowhere to go, the few things I needed to do, homework and study for my exam, I couldn’t do without power to the computers. I couldn’t watch a movie, I don’t have any books I’m reading right now and so I just went back to bed for most of the day. Finally he got power back on for the computer, and so I did homework in the cold, dark office (the rest of the lights weren’t on yet).

Our heater is sort of working now. It turns on, but only when the thermostat is set to its highest setting. The temperature meter reads 80 degrees (which is clearly incorrect, its more like 70 in here now), and the thermostat is set to its max, around 85, yet the heater isn’t running. Its like the two are very out of sync or something. But the heater guy is supposed to come by eventually to finish fixing it.

I went over to Billy’s after class, and met his new ‘friend’ Karen. She is moving in with him, which will be interesting given his poor relationship with his last roommate. However, I don’t think he ever wanted that first girl living with him in the first place, and him and Karen really seem to click. I’m not sure if they are dating or not though. Perhaps they don’t even know if they are dating or not… Anyway, she is a nice girl. I’m going to go hang out with them tomorrow evening.

On the way back from Billy’s, I was on my scooter at a red light, and a large Russian man was in the car next to me, he rolled down his window and started bellowing at me. He had long, frizzy grey/black hair, and a very thick grey/black beard. He looked very Russian, like Rade Serbedzija playing Ivan Tretiak in The Saint, only a bit more disheveled.

He shouted “I like!! I like!!” pointing at my scooter. “I am from Russia! I enjoy the looking of your motorbike!!” He proceeded to ask if I was cold (because it was dreadfully cold out). I showed him my high quality gloves, and he said “Oh!! I like your gloves!! We know good gloves in Russia!!” The light turned green, and I sped off. We met again at the next light, where we talked more. He told me he was a musician, and even waved a CD with his face on it. Apparently he writes traditional Russian music. Once again, the light turned green, and we sped off. I hoped to meet up again, to try to get him to give me a CD, but we got separated in traffic. All in all, though, it was an interesting interaction. It just continues to prove my theory that no one can resist a guy on a scooter! If you don’t believe me, just try. One listen to that throaty buzz, one look at that flash of color, one glance at my grin as I scoot happily to my destination.. And you’ll be hooked. Or your money back.

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