Meet Mr. Jerk, the kind of guy who takes two places in the bus (meaning he puts his feet on the seat) and doesn’t give a damn about an old lady about to fall down. Then he proceeds to eat one of those granola bars and opens the window with the sole purpose of throwing the wrap on the street. Talk about wanting to beat the crap out of somebody, but I just rolled my eyes and said “c’est pas vrai” loud enough so he could hear me. Of course Mr. Jerk doesn’t really mind because he’s that, a big jerk. Don’t you just wish those people didn’t cross your path sometimes? The more I get to know Montrealers, the less I like them. Sorry about that, but some people in this city are too full of themselves.

I’ve discovered that there are two tipes of Québecois: The ones who love Poutine, and the ones who don’t like it and think they’re better people because they don’t eat that “cheap stuff”. It seems I’m in the cheap side because I DO like Poutine, even though I can’t eat it often. It would be the same thing with me and the very typical “Champús” of my province in Colombia, but I don’t think people are less cool because they like it and I don’t.

Considering how dull this entry is, I better go and get busy. I stayed up until 4 a.m. working on my Climatology homework (I’m anal like that, can’t help it… So many numbers, yuck!) and now I’m doing laundry and making calls for study groups. I wanted to post about Columbus Day and the invasion of America (being the revolutionary person I am), but I will just think about what my Anthropology teacher would say and nod in agreement while I feel amused. Funny that my favourite class this session is not in the Biology dept.