S – Sushi Restaurant

Today I finally broke out of my shell a little, after being cooped up by studying chemistry, and decided to go get sushi with some of my friends. Of course, on the day that we plan to go, my face grows a big damn cyst right on my cheek. Not just any cyst though. This one has gotten my left cheek to swell up to the size of like a damn ping pong ball and my head is lopsided. You can imagine my horror when I saw this. However, it didn’t stop me from going, as around noon I was picked up by my friends. What took my mind off of the swollen battlefield of a face I had was how easily one of my friends had picked up and seemingly mastered driving. We even all sang along in the car to I’m Free by Kenny Loggins like idiots. As we got to the restaurant in the cold breeze, I noticed that the patrons were all predominantly white. How typical of an asian restaurant in North America. I caught a few glances at my pufferfish-like complexion, but chose to ignore them all. And so we ate and we laughed for the next hour; I even ate an oversized dollop of wasabi and survived to the astonishment of my friends. This entire excursion was good for me, as I finally got some time to take a break and spend some time with my friends who I was neglecting.

C – Clinic

So I went and got that cyst checked out by a “professional” and discovered that I also have a skin infection! Lovely! The swelling has gone down a little but I still look lopsided. At the clinic, I noticed that there were only a couple people occupying the waiting room. One was a slender, caucasian man, maybe around 30 years of age, sitting like he owned the place. He wore baggy sweats that served no purpose whatsoever but to guard his knees, and a black hoodie with the sleeves rolled up. On his head he wore a Monster energy drink snapback, angled just enough so you could tell his hairline was receding. His teeth, or lack thereof, were rather yellow and unpleasant to imagine. The other individual was a middle aged woman who spoke Japanese on the phone. I’m fairly sure that she was also aware of the unpleasant demeanor of the other man, as she was sitting on the other end of the room and only shot quick glances at him periodically. The entire room smelt like medical supplies and cleanliness. Perhaps the clean atmosphere of the clinic cured my infection, because I wasn’t given antibiotics, or maybe the scary guy sitting there frightened the infection away.

M – Movie Theatre

My father and I decided to go see the latest Marvel film that was released, Thor: Ragnarok, except he decided he wanted to see it in 3D. Of course he really enjoyed it, seeing as how he is new to the whole 3D movie craze, but I struggled that entire time. My 3D glasses got smudged so everything was blurry, the man in front of me would not get the hell off his phone, and my contacts were drying up. The best part of going to the movies is when a tall man with poofy hair decides to sit right in front of you and cause your neck to be strained the entire film. Or maybe the one guy on the other end of the theatre that has an obnoxious, oddly timed laugh that would make everyone not feel like laughing. Or maybe even the group of 12 year olds who come with one of the group member’s mother and make dumb and obvious remarks the trie film. Either way, movies usually aren’t the best of times for little ol’ me. Despite me not being able to see and absorb a lot of the film, I still enjoyed spending some well needed time with my dad.