I Feel Like I'm Going Where I've Been Before.
Well I found out that zoto.com sucks. Apparently I only signed up for a 1 year free membership. And I was only allowed to have three galleries. So I went with Flickr. It's a little different, it doesn't have password protection. So the photos are public. I could have made it so you'd have to add me to your Yahoo friends in order to see the photos, and that may be a possibility still, but for now they are public.
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I walk off the bus and start to make my way down Water street keeping an eye out for the Trent Express coming the opposite way. It is scheduled to leave the Trent Library at 16:00 hours, so that gives me lots of time. As I walk on the side walks cars are zooming past me for what seems to be incredible speeds for a 50 km/h zone. The sidewalks look like beaches, with bays of water from melted snow flowing over the salt and sand. This causes me to side step and skip over some parts to avoid getting soaked. At one point I didn't notice where I was walking and nearly submerged my entire foot.
Further along the way I see a jogger running up. Man can you imagine doing that every morning. That's for suckers if you ask me. I nod my head in recognition of his presence. "Hey." He replied as he went about his way. Hey I have that breakfast bar still! I reach into my leather jacket coat pocket and pull it out. Still intact. I consume the bar with apple cinnamon flavor.
As the street bends I noticed two large billboards almost hidden within the skeleton trees. They are larger than when you seem them driving by. I couldn't help but chuckle at my school's stupid slogan "The World Belongs To Those Who Understand It." As Stephen Regoczei would say "No no no, the world belongs to those who own it!" And of course James Bond would say "The world is not enough." I personally liked my slogan "Thanking dads for their virgin daughters since '64." I wrote that on a Regoczei exam, I wonder if he liked it.
I get to Marina Blvd and the George North turns off Water up it. I think that it was the same bus I was on, but I'm not entirely sure. I'm pretty close to home now, about thirty minutes give or take. No sign of the Trent Express what-so-ever. I eventually make my way to where George Street begins and the Trent Express passes by on the way to campus. Well no sense waiting for it now I can still get home faster by walking. I pass by Steph's place and knock to see if she's home for a visit. Her laptop HDD just died and I wanted to rub it in for a bit. No dice though, she's not home, apparently she was over at Unit 33, aka the ex-gfs house.
I turn down London street and noticed some oddly shaped tree. Kinda just weird how it crooked downward. In close proximity were a gang of young girls. Probably up to no good. I walked past ever attentive to giggles that may occur.
Finally home, at this point I'm sort of exhausted from the walk, it wasn't that far of a distance, but I woke up extremely early and just felt like napping. "Come on Matt, lets go shopping!" said Adam almost immediantly when I tried to sneak to my room. I groaned a bit, but reconized the fact that I really needed to get some groceries and beer for later tonight. This blog post is kind of late, tonight refers to saturday march 4th, 2006. So we drive around talking about girl situations and current events that are taking place. Our first stop of course was the beer store. We walk in and roam around the cold storage room. It's one of the beer stores that lets you walk in and grab your own case of beer, this format is a dying breed among beer stores in Canada, but is favored among the experts of beer case date readers and avid drinkers alike.
"I think I'll just get a 12 of Lucky. Something cheap that can just get me shitfaced." I said, looking for confirmation.
"Fuck that, get something good." Adam replied.
Rats, I thought it was a good idea.
"What about this stuff?" I say pointing to a Manitoba beer called Catfish Cream Ale.
Adam chuckles and says "What the price of that guy?"
I look around but no price."Not listed."
"Go up and ask, but don't get it as is, could be like $20 something bucks."
"Fuck it, I'll just get something else."
I really wanted the Catfish Cream Ale though.
I eventually settle on an eight pack of Creamore Springs Lager, the 8 pack is of 500ml bottles, perfect for me. So after a couple quick stops at No Frills and Price Chopper, Adam drives in to the parking lot by our house and pulls in behind our place. Parks it and turns off the engine. "Oh man." I said loungin' back, "I can't wait to break into a fucking beer." We then started to talk about girl situations again because nothing was completely solved yet. "One sec." Adam said and he got out of the car. He returns with two Moosehead beers and my chips. "Cheers." The beer tastes a bit bitter but my body has a sigh of relief almost like getting an addiction fix as the beer trinkles down my throat. I look at the clock. "Hard to believe in five hours I am going to just be fucking shitfaced." I say dryly. Adam breaks out laughing; he liked that comment.
Ok well obviously something happend Saturday night, and guess what, I'm going to post it tonight. Also gotta transfer all my zoto images to Flickr. Son-of-a...
Peace.
The Journey
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I walk off the bus and start to make my way down Water street keeping an eye out for the Trent Express coming the opposite way. It is scheduled to leave the Trent Library at 16:00 hours, so that gives me lots of time. As I walk on the side walks cars are zooming past me for what seems to be incredible speeds for a 50 km/h zone. The sidewalks look like beaches, with bays of water from melted snow flowing over the salt and sand. This causes me to side step and skip over some parts to avoid getting soaked. At one point I didn't notice where I was walking and nearly submerged my entire foot.
Further along the way I see a jogger running up. Man can you imagine doing that every morning. That's for suckers if you ask me. I nod my head in recognition of his presence. "Hey." He replied as he went about his way. Hey I have that breakfast bar still! I reach into my leather jacket coat pocket and pull it out. Still intact. I consume the bar with apple cinnamon flavor.
As the street bends I noticed two large billboards almost hidden within the skeleton trees. They are larger than when you seem them driving by. I couldn't help but chuckle at my school's stupid slogan "The World Belongs To Those Who Understand It." As Stephen Regoczei would say "No no no, the world belongs to those who own it!" And of course James Bond would say "The world is not enough." I personally liked my slogan "Thanking dads for their virgin daughters since '64." I wrote that on a Regoczei exam, I wonder if he liked it.
I get to Marina Blvd and the George North turns off Water up it. I think that it was the same bus I was on, but I'm not entirely sure. I'm pretty close to home now, about thirty minutes give or take. No sign of the Trent Express what-so-ever. I eventually make my way to where George Street begins and the Trent Express passes by on the way to campus. Well no sense waiting for it now I can still get home faster by walking. I pass by Steph's place and knock to see if she's home for a visit. Her laptop HDD just died and I wanted to rub it in for a bit. No dice though, she's not home, apparently she was over at Unit 33, aka the ex-gfs house.
I turn down London street and noticed some oddly shaped tree. Kinda just weird how it crooked downward. In close proximity were a gang of young girls. Probably up to no good. I walked past ever attentive to giggles that may occur.
Finally home, at this point I'm sort of exhausted from the walk, it wasn't that far of a distance, but I woke up extremely early and just felt like napping. "Come on Matt, lets go shopping!" said Adam almost immediantly when I tried to sneak to my room. I groaned a bit, but reconized the fact that I really needed to get some groceries and beer for later tonight. This blog post is kind of late, tonight refers to saturday march 4th, 2006. So we drive around talking about girl situations and current events that are taking place. Our first stop of course was the beer store. We walk in and roam around the cold storage room. It's one of the beer stores that lets you walk in and grab your own case of beer, this format is a dying breed among beer stores in Canada, but is favored among the experts of beer case date readers and avid drinkers alike.
"I think I'll just get a 12 of Lucky. Something cheap that can just get me shitfaced." I said, looking for confirmation.
"Fuck that, get something good." Adam replied.
Rats, I thought it was a good idea.
"What about this stuff?" I say pointing to a Manitoba beer called Catfish Cream Ale.
Adam chuckles and says "What the price of that guy?"
I look around but no price."Not listed."
"Go up and ask, but don't get it as is, could be like $20 something bucks."
"Fuck it, I'll just get something else."
I really wanted the Catfish Cream Ale though.
I eventually settle on an eight pack of Creamore Springs Lager, the 8 pack is of 500ml bottles, perfect for me. So after a couple quick stops at No Frills and Price Chopper, Adam drives in to the parking lot by our house and pulls in behind our place. Parks it and turns off the engine. "Oh man." I said loungin' back, "I can't wait to break into a fucking beer." We then started to talk about girl situations again because nothing was completely solved yet. "One sec." Adam said and he got out of the car. He returns with two Moosehead beers and my chips. "Cheers." The beer tastes a bit bitter but my body has a sigh of relief almost like getting an addiction fix as the beer trinkles down my throat. I look at the clock. "Hard to believe in five hours I am going to just be fucking shitfaced." I say dryly. Adam breaks out laughing; he liked that comment.
Ok well obviously something happend Saturday night, and guess what, I'm going to post it tonight. Also gotta transfer all my zoto images to Flickr. Son-of-a...
Peace.
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