All For Naughty.
I had the fan in one position all last night; aimed directly on me lying in bed. I felt like I heatsink on a computer. Don’t ask. No covers on or anything it is so hot up here in my room. But I managed to sleep ok, after staying up to watch a special on the history of coffee on TVO. Then of course the business side of me thought up about running a coffee shop and the design I would use and stuff like that. Then I get thinking about accounting and all that boring stuff. Speaking of accounting I have an assignment due soon, which will take up most of my day tomorrow.
I wake up and get changed and walk over to the local G&P Milk Variety on Parkhill. They are really nice there, probably the friendliest owners of a convenience store in Peterborough. I pick up the latest Toronto Star newspaper instead of the Globe and Mail to test it out. I didn’t really like it as much though, not nearly enough interesting articles published as the Globe. Plus I found their Toronto and GTA section lacking despite the Toronto in its name. The Glove has far better Toronto coverage. Anyways, every page had something about the TTC strike and all that jazz, however there were some interesting job ads in the Business section. I was sitting outside reading it as this old guy was going back and forth with a lawnmower in the hot sun. He stopped it when he saw me sitting out there and started up a chat. I was sipping some lemonade and I offered him a bottle of water. He accepted and pulled up a chair and chatted a bit about this and that. I was going to talk with him about issues in the paper but thought I better not get him aggravated. You know you bring up stuff like the Natives creating blockades, or the illegal immigrant situation and some people get heated and like to flap their gums. So we stuck to talking about the weather. The weather and lawn care, because you know, I use to do lawn care in Scarborough.
He starts up the lawn mower again and covers up his baldness with a bucket hat and trends along. I go back to the paper feeling the hot sun on my arms. I put on loads of sun screen before heading outside. After reading the paper and separating the interesting stuff from the boring stuff (not joking), I decided I need to get out and get some biking done. So I get everything ready and cycle to the University. I put it on the highest gear that my bike can handle to make sure that my legs get some exercise and I speed along the trail towards Trent.
I get to the yellow poles that mark the beginning of the new part of the trail and I recognize Stephen Brown my old academic advisor and Master of my college in first year. I say hello to him as I pass by, but he does not recognize me in my shades and hat, but says hi back anyways. I get to campus and decide to bike around by going along the wheel chair ramps. I first go up to LEC where the entrance ramp is and stop for a moment to look at the outside of the college. So many memories, even at this college, like doing snow shoveling, throwing snowballs at girl’s windows to let me in, and going to their cafe on the weekends when the Great Hall was closed. I continued my journey across the bridge towards Gzowski, and when I got there I was unsure where to go, so I took the road back leaving the campus area, and then turning onto another road leading back to Ontonabee College. From there I took the steep ramp upwards next to the Chemical Science building and then back towards the bridge.
I raced down the ramps towards LEC and back down the entrance ramp. It is really cool when you go fast here cause at the bottom of the steep ramp there is curving asphalt right away, so you lean into the turn and the centripetal force whips you at increasing speed towards the main drag. Of course you have to stop when you get there or else you might be hit by a car. If it’s late enough coming back from class I whip around there and go across the road without stopping towards a jump that hits the parking lot. So much fun.
So after I ride around campus I bike back to my place in Peterborough. I go online and test out Skype. I use to go on that program a lot back in 2003; I called it my fantasy land. I use to randomly search for girls all over the world to chat with them and ooze over their accents. I actually still talk to one from the United States, really cool girl. But this time around I used it because I heard about their free SkypeOut to landlines in the Canada and USA. Can’t beat that! So I called up Jordan and talked to him for a bit, I could hear him just perfectly it was scary, but he told me that my voice was not coming through that good. It was understandable though because I am technically stealing internet from someone far away. I called my parents, who didn’t answer right away because it came up weird on the call display. They wondered about the technology and I gladly explained it to them… on my cell phone. They couldn’t hear me too good one Skype cause of… well you know. Jordan described it as if there were trucks in the background.
After that my dad told me to get a pizza, and I had a coupon for Pizza Hut, so I went to get a “chicken lovers” pizza from them. The girl behind the counter was a cutie who was obviously new working here because she was so nervous and someone was near her the entire time guiding her through the order. “Please make sure there are no onions on it.” I said with a laugh, “I can’t stand them.” She went to the back to make sure that none of the grease bags back their put onions on my pizza. Came back and told me that it will be around fifteen minutes. So I went back home and read the rest of the Toronto Star before my cell phone alarm went off. Picked up my pizza and enjoyed it back at my place.
The rest of the night consisted of me just chatting online, and now I think I might apply for some of those jobs I read in the paper. Busy day tomorrow, have to finish up this assignment.
Peace.
I wake up and get changed and walk over to the local G&P Milk Variety on Parkhill. They are really nice there, probably the friendliest owners of a convenience store in Peterborough. I pick up the latest Toronto Star newspaper instead of the Globe and Mail to test it out. I didn’t really like it as much though, not nearly enough interesting articles published as the Globe. Plus I found their Toronto and GTA section lacking despite the Toronto in its name. The Glove has far better Toronto coverage. Anyways, every page had something about the TTC strike and all that jazz, however there were some interesting job ads in the Business section. I was sitting outside reading it as this old guy was going back and forth with a lawnmower in the hot sun. He stopped it when he saw me sitting out there and started up a chat. I was sipping some lemonade and I offered him a bottle of water. He accepted and pulled up a chair and chatted a bit about this and that. I was going to talk with him about issues in the paper but thought I better not get him aggravated. You know you bring up stuff like the Natives creating blockades, or the illegal immigrant situation and some people get heated and like to flap their gums. So we stuck to talking about the weather. The weather and lawn care, because you know, I use to do lawn care in Scarborough.
He starts up the lawn mower again and covers up his baldness with a bucket hat and trends along. I go back to the paper feeling the hot sun on my arms. I put on loads of sun screen before heading outside. After reading the paper and separating the interesting stuff from the boring stuff (not joking), I decided I need to get out and get some biking done. So I get everything ready and cycle to the University. I put it on the highest gear that my bike can handle to make sure that my legs get some exercise and I speed along the trail towards Trent.
I get to the yellow poles that mark the beginning of the new part of the trail and I recognize Stephen Brown my old academic advisor and Master of my college in first year. I say hello to him as I pass by, but he does not recognize me in my shades and hat, but says hi back anyways. I get to campus and decide to bike around by going along the wheel chair ramps. I first go up to LEC where the entrance ramp is and stop for a moment to look at the outside of the college. So many memories, even at this college, like doing snow shoveling, throwing snowballs at girl’s windows to let me in, and going to their cafe on the weekends when the Great Hall was closed. I continued my journey across the bridge towards Gzowski, and when I got there I was unsure where to go, so I took the road back leaving the campus area, and then turning onto another road leading back to Ontonabee College. From there I took the steep ramp upwards next to the Chemical Science building and then back towards the bridge.
I raced down the ramps towards LEC and back down the entrance ramp. It is really cool when you go fast here cause at the bottom of the steep ramp there is curving asphalt right away, so you lean into the turn and the centripetal force whips you at increasing speed towards the main drag. Of course you have to stop when you get there or else you might be hit by a car. If it’s late enough coming back from class I whip around there and go across the road without stopping towards a jump that hits the parking lot. So much fun.
So after I ride around campus I bike back to my place in Peterborough. I go online and test out Skype. I use to go on that program a lot back in 2003; I called it my fantasy land. I use to randomly search for girls all over the world to chat with them and ooze over their accents. I actually still talk to one from the United States, really cool girl. But this time around I used it because I heard about their free SkypeOut to landlines in the Canada and USA. Can’t beat that! So I called up Jordan and talked to him for a bit, I could hear him just perfectly it was scary, but he told me that my voice was not coming through that good. It was understandable though because I am technically stealing internet from someone far away. I called my parents, who didn’t answer right away because it came up weird on the call display. They wondered about the technology and I gladly explained it to them… on my cell phone. They couldn’t hear me too good one Skype cause of… well you know. Jordan described it as if there were trucks in the background.
After that my dad told me to get a pizza, and I had a coupon for Pizza Hut, so I went to get a “chicken lovers” pizza from them. The girl behind the counter was a cutie who was obviously new working here because she was so nervous and someone was near her the entire time guiding her through the order. “Please make sure there are no onions on it.” I said with a laugh, “I can’t stand them.” She went to the back to make sure that none of the grease bags back their put onions on my pizza. Came back and told me that it will be around fifteen minutes. So I went back home and read the rest of the Toronto Star before my cell phone alarm went off. Picked up my pizza and enjoyed it back at my place.
The rest of the night consisted of me just chatting online, and now I think I might apply for some of those jobs I read in the paper. Busy day tomorrow, have to finish up this assignment.
Peace.
posted by lionzub at 10:59 PM
2 Comments:
I'll have to test out that landline service...next time you call me don't stand next to the 35/115...haha...ha....ah bad joke.
Another neat service is their SkypeIn. Let me give you a rediculous hypothetical example.
You pay them 42 dollars Cdn for a number for 12 months. A 905 number in Oshawa, 416 in Toronto. Whatever. People can call you at that number locally. And if your computer is set up in say France. You can answer their phone call on Skype.
Of course this is dependant on a good net connection.
You also get free voicemail with that service. Now that is a yearly cost of 42 dollars. Pretty sweet deal if you do a lot of travelling.
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