Wednesday, November 19th, 2008 | Author: stinkwallet

As if Economics wasn’t enough on its own. My impending exam lurks over me like the smells of this guy sitting across from me.

And then there’s this seagull.

This dusty colored bird, this solemn fellow that has been sitting here for over an hour. So completely intrigued by something about my activities, he has refused to take his eyes off of me. He squats and rises to this and that, and although I seem to be conducting the same activities as all the rest of my academic-conscious comrades on level 4 of the downtown Vancouver library, this seagull is only fascinated with me.

I worry that he will take flight when I place my phone against the window. Maybe I will have to recount this whole friendship through words, but still he sits and I take five pictures of him with the crappy camera on my phone.

I continue to follow his head back and forth.  Even as a gust of wind picks up the dust on the ledge, it is only his feathers that falter.

Perhaps, the Gods have sent this avian peeping tom to rescue me from my boredom, or perhaps merely as a distraction to prevent me from ever feeling confident about passing this test.

A big white gull suddenly dives at my peeping tom and frightens him from the stoop. He swoops down and out of site. The white gull stands for a moment, looks around at me and my surroundings and flies off, completely dissapointed by what he thought must be something totally intriguing.

Damn white bird! Now what the hell am I supposed to do?

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