Cell Phone Blues.
I woke up rather early at 09:00 hours to my cell phone playing back a midi of a game area in Secret of Mana. I tried to snooze it but it was too late. I was wide awake. I rolled out of bed and moved all my papers from my chair back onto the bed ready for another session of managerial accounting.
That Wednesday night I couldn’t possible do anymore work. I called up Kelly at around 21:00 hours to see how his weekend was and such and eventually I biked over to go see him and to pick up a DVD that Cathy borrowed off me one night. He needed to get out of the house so we decided to talk and walk around the town at night. It was the usual conversation of video games and women that lasted for hours. We first started down George street towards downtown, when we got to the park with the statues of the Crusaders there was a giant white sign indicating that there are unmarked graves at 501 George street. Apparently these unmarked graves were from around 1820 to 1840 A.D. Well continued on our path and started to reminisce about how our third year started out. Kelly and I were ok friends in my first year, but when I moved in with him in third year we really became good friends. Same deal with Rob, who was moving in with us during his first year.
On the way back with used the Rotary trail and cut through different side streets on our way back to the Peter Robertson Place. Walking by this park surrounded by small run down houses this loud Honda came speeding towards us as we’re on the street. We dart to the sidewalk to anticipate his eventual arrival and when he pulls up he glares us down and then drives off. Kelly made some comments about the situation if the guy wanted trouble. When we got to my place I had to show him the e3 footage of the new Nintendo Wii because he was in disbelief that this thing was going to be better than the PS3. He understood what all the talk was about after I showed him the video. He left and I went to sleep right away cause as I mentioned before. No more work was going to get done.
As I sit near my computer all groggy the next morning on this very bleak Thursday, I tried to get the internet to work. It was just not connecting at all. I used my cell phone to connect online to check my Trent e-mail and Gmail. I went right back to work on my accounting until it neared 13:00 hours. I made plans to have lunch with Kalyn downtown today because she is leaving for New Brunswick on Friday. I walked downtown wearing my American Eagle jeans, Dockers blue shirt with white stripes and orange underneath it. The Weather Network claimed that some rain was going to happen so I thought about a jacket but it did not look like it was going to rain at all outside so I didn’t bother. I did however realize that I shouldn’t have worn so much heavy clothing because it was really uncomfortable in the heat. I walked at a steady pace downtown, I am a little early though so I stop into Chumleighs. I look at all the old PC games that he has, and of course the SNES games and PS1 games. Jimmy is there behind the counter and I had to tell him about how I went to a Chumleighs in Kingston. He told me that his brother runs that place but it doesn’t do that well. I understand why, there wasn’t too much stuff in the store, no like Jimmy’s. He told me about this weird thing that he caught fishing on a lake in Kingston. He pulled it out and showed it to me. In his hand was some large, very large, eel looking monstrosity. “That’s the mouth,” he said pointing at one end. “Very large, barb wire teeth,” he added. He explained how he showed it to the ministry of environment who replied: “You didn’t catch that.” I told him to e-mail me a copy of the picture so that I can show some of the locals in that area. I post it on here too.
I left and went to the meeting place but she was not around right away so I took some time and popped into some old book stores and a geek store as well to look at geek stuff. Inside the geek store the guy behind the counter was really engaged to his miniature painting, doing fine details to this little metallic thing which probably cost him over twenty dollars. I decided to just wait at the corner for her and to stop browsing around all these little shops. I leaned up against the brick wall and crossed my arms occasionally glancing at my cell phone clock. Soon after, but what felt like a long while, she showed up and we hugged and tried to decide upon a place to eat. We went to Maggies which was just on Hunter street and a couple seconds from where we met. However Kalyn didn’t have any cash on her so we had to go to the nearest Bank of Montreal instead. After she gets some cash we change our minds yet again on a place to eat and she takes me to a health food bakery slash restaurant that she apparently went to a lot in her second year. It was called Planet.
Inside it was fairly small upon first appearance, but as we walked down this narrow hallway the place opened up. The flooring was what appeared to be this clay red material, none of the chairs matched, some were wooden, some were metal, and all the tables were very 1950s in appearance but the metallic legs were all warped. We sat down at a table for two next to a picture of Jesus with the Mother Mary. The music they played was a mix between opera and Spanish guitar. The sandwich list read such choices as apple and old cheddar, brie and cranberry sauce and so on. Very odd combinations, and apparently it comes on their homemade bread that the bakery makes. I order the brie and cranberry with some juice. Kalyn gets the apple and old cheddar. We sit and talk for a long while about our plans in the future summer time and experiences in Peterborough. We both have a similar liking to Peterborough and the many experiences it has to offer with all its non-franchise places. Time was running out, she had to pack and get ready to fly out to New Brunswick, so I walked her a bit of the way to her place before we had to part ways. I carried the rest of my sandwich with me that I couldn’t eat in a brown paper bag. When I finally got back to my temp pad I changed into shorts and a t-shirt and collapsing on my bed.
I finished up the rest of my managerial accounting assignment and biked over to campus to go hand it in at either the main office drop box or slip it under his office door. I speed along on my bike down the rotary trail and after less than a minute I switch gears and the bike starts to jam to the point where I couldn’t pedal anymore. I get off and inspect my bike and see that the chain is off the gears and wedged in between the frame. Great I thought. I pull back the gear switch and grip onto the chain and pull it out after some effort. I put it back onto the track and hop back on the seat to continue my way. My hands are just covered with bike grease now. I try my best to avoid touching the grips and just let my hands loosely lay on top of the handle bars. I smile when I think about how silly I could be waving “hi” to everyone I pass by on the trail. I don’t actually do it though. Lots of people pass me along the way; the trail is busy as always. I think about stopping along side the river to rinse my hands in the water, but decide to wait until I get to campus where there is soap.
I ride up to the BATA library steps and dismount my bike and lift it up at the bottom frame up the steps. There’s no one around surprisingly, I guess there is very little classes being done on Thursdays. When I get up to the top of the steps near the bridge I hop back on my bike and put it to the lowest gear. On the frame now are four black fingerprints. I ride through the zigzag of the walkway towards the Gzowski college and when I get to the main doors I just dump my bike against a railing and head inside hoping to catch the Business Administration secretary before she closes up for the day. I get up the stairs and walk steadily down the hallway noticing the eerie silence. Hard to imagine that just a few weeks ago this place was filled with students walking up and down and profs darting in and out of their respectable offices. The office is closed. Using my new found time I went into the upstairs washroom and start to wash my hands to try and get some of this bike grease off. In the soap dispensers however is that foamy soap that doesn’t really do much to help my situation. I get enough of it off though and dry my hands with a blower. I walk all the way to the end of the hall and back until I stumbled upon his office doorway and slipped my assignment underneath the crack at the bottom. It’s kind of the Trent way to hand in stuff.
The bike ride back was uneventful and so when I finally returned home I ate the rest of that sandwich, taking off a lot of the stuff in between so that only the bread and cheese remained. I went upstairs to my computer and installed those two Microid games as my sort of reward for finishing that assignment. I waited around to see if Tim would call to head over to Gertis tonight, but it doesn’t appear that he’s going to.
Well that’s it for now, been playing those games a lot now, man they are so fun. The one game Warm Up! is a F-1 simulation game, and it actually has two player split screen on the computer. Very cool.
Peace ya’ll.
P.S. To the people whom I’m stealing internet off of… could you make your connection better for me? Thanks!
That Wednesday night I couldn’t possible do anymore work. I called up Kelly at around 21:00 hours to see how his weekend was and such and eventually I biked over to go see him and to pick up a DVD that Cathy borrowed off me one night. He needed to get out of the house so we decided to talk and walk around the town at night. It was the usual conversation of video games and women that lasted for hours. We first started down George street towards downtown, when we got to the park with the statues of the Crusaders there was a giant white sign indicating that there are unmarked graves at 501 George street. Apparently these unmarked graves were from around 1820 to 1840 A.D. Well continued on our path and started to reminisce about how our third year started out. Kelly and I were ok friends in my first year, but when I moved in with him in third year we really became good friends. Same deal with Rob, who was moving in with us during his first year.
On the way back with used the Rotary trail and cut through different side streets on our way back to the Peter Robertson Place. Walking by this park surrounded by small run down houses this loud Honda came speeding towards us as we’re on the street. We dart to the sidewalk to anticipate his eventual arrival and when he pulls up he glares us down and then drives off. Kelly made some comments about the situation if the guy wanted trouble. When we got to my place I had to show him the e3 footage of the new Nintendo Wii because he was in disbelief that this thing was going to be better than the PS3. He understood what all the talk was about after I showed him the video. He left and I went to sleep right away cause as I mentioned before. No more work was going to get done.
As I sit near my computer all groggy the next morning on this very bleak Thursday, I tried to get the internet to work. It was just not connecting at all. I used my cell phone to connect online to check my Trent e-mail and Gmail. I went right back to work on my accounting until it neared 13:00 hours. I made plans to have lunch with Kalyn downtown today because she is leaving for New Brunswick on Friday. I walked downtown wearing my American Eagle jeans, Dockers blue shirt with white stripes and orange underneath it. The Weather Network claimed that some rain was going to happen so I thought about a jacket but it did not look like it was going to rain at all outside so I didn’t bother. I did however realize that I shouldn’t have worn so much heavy clothing because it was really uncomfortable in the heat. I walked at a steady pace downtown, I am a little early though so I stop into Chumleighs. I look at all the old PC games that he has, and of course the SNES games and PS1 games. Jimmy is there behind the counter and I had to tell him about how I went to a Chumleighs in Kingston. He told me that his brother runs that place but it doesn’t do that well. I understand why, there wasn’t too much stuff in the store, no like Jimmy’s. He told me about this weird thing that he caught fishing on a lake in Kingston. He pulled it out and showed it to me. In his hand was some large, very large, eel looking monstrosity. “That’s the mouth,” he said pointing at one end. “Very large, barb wire teeth,” he added. He explained how he showed it to the ministry of environment who replied: “You didn’t catch that.” I told him to e-mail me a copy of the picture so that I can show some of the locals in that area. I post it on here too.
I left and went to the meeting place but she was not around right away so I took some time and popped into some old book stores and a geek store as well to look at geek stuff. Inside the geek store the guy behind the counter was really engaged to his miniature painting, doing fine details to this little metallic thing which probably cost him over twenty dollars. I decided to just wait at the corner for her and to stop browsing around all these little shops. I leaned up against the brick wall and crossed my arms occasionally glancing at my cell phone clock. Soon after, but what felt like a long while, she showed up and we hugged and tried to decide upon a place to eat. We went to Maggies which was just on Hunter street and a couple seconds from where we met. However Kalyn didn’t have any cash on her so we had to go to the nearest Bank of Montreal instead. After she gets some cash we change our minds yet again on a place to eat and she takes me to a health food bakery slash restaurant that she apparently went to a lot in her second year. It was called Planet.
Inside it was fairly small upon first appearance, but as we walked down this narrow hallway the place opened up. The flooring was what appeared to be this clay red material, none of the chairs matched, some were wooden, some were metal, and all the tables were very 1950s in appearance but the metallic legs were all warped. We sat down at a table for two next to a picture of Jesus with the Mother Mary. The music they played was a mix between opera and Spanish guitar. The sandwich list read such choices as apple and old cheddar, brie and cranberry sauce and so on. Very odd combinations, and apparently it comes on their homemade bread that the bakery makes. I order the brie and cranberry with some juice. Kalyn gets the apple and old cheddar. We sit and talk for a long while about our plans in the future summer time and experiences in Peterborough. We both have a similar liking to Peterborough and the many experiences it has to offer with all its non-franchise places. Time was running out, she had to pack and get ready to fly out to New Brunswick, so I walked her a bit of the way to her place before we had to part ways. I carried the rest of my sandwich with me that I couldn’t eat in a brown paper bag. When I finally got back to my temp pad I changed into shorts and a t-shirt and collapsing on my bed.
I finished up the rest of my managerial accounting assignment and biked over to campus to go hand it in at either the main office drop box or slip it under his office door. I speed along on my bike down the rotary trail and after less than a minute I switch gears and the bike starts to jam to the point where I couldn’t pedal anymore. I get off and inspect my bike and see that the chain is off the gears and wedged in between the frame. Great I thought. I pull back the gear switch and grip onto the chain and pull it out after some effort. I put it back onto the track and hop back on the seat to continue my way. My hands are just covered with bike grease now. I try my best to avoid touching the grips and just let my hands loosely lay on top of the handle bars. I smile when I think about how silly I could be waving “hi” to everyone I pass by on the trail. I don’t actually do it though. Lots of people pass me along the way; the trail is busy as always. I think about stopping along side the river to rinse my hands in the water, but decide to wait until I get to campus where there is soap.
I ride up to the BATA library steps and dismount my bike and lift it up at the bottom frame up the steps. There’s no one around surprisingly, I guess there is very little classes being done on Thursdays. When I get up to the top of the steps near the bridge I hop back on my bike and put it to the lowest gear. On the frame now are four black fingerprints. I ride through the zigzag of the walkway towards the Gzowski college and when I get to the main doors I just dump my bike against a railing and head inside hoping to catch the Business Administration secretary before she closes up for the day. I get up the stairs and walk steadily down the hallway noticing the eerie silence. Hard to imagine that just a few weeks ago this place was filled with students walking up and down and profs darting in and out of their respectable offices. The office is closed. Using my new found time I went into the upstairs washroom and start to wash my hands to try and get some of this bike grease off. In the soap dispensers however is that foamy soap that doesn’t really do much to help my situation. I get enough of it off though and dry my hands with a blower. I walk all the way to the end of the hall and back until I stumbled upon his office doorway and slipped my assignment underneath the crack at the bottom. It’s kind of the Trent way to hand in stuff.
The bike ride back was uneventful and so when I finally returned home I ate the rest of that sandwich, taking off a lot of the stuff in between so that only the bread and cheese remained. I went upstairs to my computer and installed those two Microid games as my sort of reward for finishing that assignment. I waited around to see if Tim would call to head over to Gertis tonight, but it doesn’t appear that he’s going to.
Well that’s it for now, been playing those games a lot now, man they are so fun. The one game Warm Up! is a F-1 simulation game, and it actually has two player split screen on the computer. Very cool.
Peace ya’ll.
P.S. To the people whom I’m stealing internet off of… could you make your connection better for me? Thanks!
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