Shamed: A New School Adventure.

Right now I'm installing EVE Online. It's possible to download a 14-day trial pass without giving your credit card. I tried the game before but couldn't grasp it cause I decided to skip the tutorial. The game comes into play later on in this story, in fact, if I wasn't re-downloading the client somewhere else and waiting then this blog probably wouldn't have restarted in another few days.

I returned back to Peterborough on Sunday. Woke up early after staying up til 04:00 hours which was a train wreck. It wasn't my fault though cause I just discovered the perfect encode for my CDs earlier on in the night so I had to rip as many as possible onto my harddrive for my MD player. ATRAC3plus at 64 kbps. So I get everything pack into the car and my father and I travel the open road to the borough.

Along the way we take Tauton and then the 115. It's mostly farmland the whole trip which can be refreshing sometimes. Especially in the autumn when the leaves are changing colour. The sun baked the lightly snow covered roads, and the occasional wind picked up the soft snow and blew it across like it was sand. On the side of the road were open fields with a lone house that took watch. Small patches of forests stood beside the fields, each tree looking exactly like the tree beside it, bare and grey. Evergreens swayed in the wind stiffly from the packed snow on the edge of the branches. Fenches that haven't been mended since the highway was built, looking like barn driftwood.

I was still sleepy and with the sun causing me to shut my eyes once in a while I began to nod off here and there. My dad still talking to me and asking what I want to do in life whether I want to be a teacher, or a janitor at OPG. No seriously. I just say what I always say "Don't worry dad, I got it covered." I really don't though, I just know I want to do my own thing, there are so many businesses out there looking for people like me. Make enough money to chase those dreams down the road of running my own business.

Once I got back to my room I began to feel excited for the last little bit of school. I started to play my music loud and joke with Cedric. Rob came later in the day and we had some laughs too, ended up watching another brutal movie called Fear Chamber. Not as good as Liquid Sky in terms of incoherences, but not too bad. It put me to sleep.

I wake up around 08:00 hours and take a shower right away. Damn Mondays. Ate a cereal bar and quickly scanned some group work that me and my partner did over the phone the night before. I didn't have time to finish up the write up so I figured I'd get that done after accounting class. So I get everything packed nice in the bag, Trent clipboard, binder with personal graffiti on it, accounting textbooks, and grey metallic sharpie in case I need to deface. I put on my leather coat, put my minidisc player in one pocket, other MDs in the other along with a pack of gum. And I head out the door. The cold is unforgiving, but thankfully it wasn't too cold. The sun was already beaming outside and I walk faster in order to catch the bus which should come in like five minutes.

I get to the Macs and cross the intersection at Alymer and MacDonnel and start to walk towards the bus stop when I see a Trent Express already coming my way. I flag him down and thankfully he stops. I immediately walk to the back and sit down. I could have waited for the East Bank bus and get closer to my class but the cold factor just made me want to get on any bus. I sit down and start to fumble with my earbuds to put them under my toque. A girl sitting at the back glances over at me a couple times. She's wearing a weird floppy hat with a velvet, teal silk like scarf with little bits of shiney foil, nose ring, and tweed grey grey pants. A style found all too often at Trent.

Akon - Pot Of Gold

The bus rumbles along and picks up bus stop stragglers, slowly making it's way to the University. I still have the other two seats beside me, but in front sits a guy who I've seen before on campus and a girl that looks sort of familiar. She's wearing these brown, almost suede boots that ride up the shins, they have a floral decoration on it. She looks at me a couple of times too, and I sit unmoved with my oakley sunglasses on - looking back like a two-way mirror. We're on Water street near the University now, I look beyond the glass windows to see the river flowing. The sun is shining brightly now making the water look like a sea of sparklers. A sort of slush ice sits on top of the water in patches, melting slowly and moving along the fast current to some dam obstruction to be broke up.

We are let off the bus and I'm left to my own thoughts as I climb the stairs and make my way across the famous bridge. I look out at the sparkling water one more time as I continue to walk. On the bridge I check out people passing me by exchanging glances. I have to constantly check my blind spots cause with my minidisc playing I can't hear the crunch of the snow. I finally made my way down the stairs of Gzowski and walk into seminar class. The rows of single room sized desks are glossy on the surface from some rush clean job. I sit down and put on some Dr. Dre on the MD player before the TA comes in to teach. Pretty much she just handed back our case studies and tests from the week before reading week. I got 9/10 on the assignment and 81.5% on the test (had to hussel for the extra 1.5% though).

Ok well EVE Online client is done downloading so I'm going to try and get it working again. I'll add part 2, The Dishonour, tomorrow morning.

Peace.

Hiatus.

Yeah I'm going to stop posting til after the weekend I think, maybe longer. I think I just been posting way too much material it's just exhausting me. Perhaps the reason could be I'm still pissed about failing my G2 exit exam. Who knows. But maybe the break will be good.

Until then,

Peace.

You Failed... Failed...

Ah! Whew, that was just a dream. But seriously I failed. Dangerous move in the car, I didn't get my G2 exit. So I have to try again on the 10th of March. I still keep my G2 though so maybe I'll take out the ol' Buick now and again before doing the test for the second time. Apparently it's frowned upon when you drive toward traffic and turn left and nearly get smoked by a car. Who knew? I was so heartbroken when I didn't get the pass, another $75 bucks down the tube. I was just way too nervous doing the test that I made one little error and it shook me, normally I would never make a turn like that nor would I drive on the wrong side of the road. Just way too nervous and the cold hard bitch beside me did not make things easier.

Well reading week is almost over, will be back to Peterborough soon unfortunately. Back to popcorn for last minute dinner and smelling weed every fucking day. Almost done school thankfully. Would have been nice to go back with a G license and not have to wait til March.

Anyways that's it for now. Maybe I'll just get shitfaced tonight.

Peace.

Slightly Less Angry.

Well surprisingly Sony e-mailed me back and told me to download the latest version of the SonicStage software which transfers tunes to my Hi-MD player. I was rather shocked on how timely they responded. I guess cause I explained to them that it was a $400 dollar music player and I ended the e-mail with a polite ultimatum:

"Please do not ignore this e-mail."

I wonder what I would have done if they did ignored me. Gone postal in the Sony Store? Guess we'll never find out. So the updated version of the software lets me transfer back my own files that I created as many times as I want. So I hope I won't run into anymore problems. Also found out that my uber WMA variable bitrate rips from my JetAudio program were not reconized and automatically converted to ATRAC3plus at 64 kbps. Are you with me so far? That means that some sound quality escaped during the process of ripping the songs from CDs and putting them on MDs. So I decided to just use SonicStage for ripping CDs (the newer version Sony provided me works a lot better). But the problem was picking a format. I tried MP3 format at 256 kbps, but I found that the previous ATRAC3plus at 64 kbps sounded better. I know it's weird. So I decided upon ATRAC3plus at 256 kbps. The downfall of picking the format is that it makes .oma files on the computer, so the use of them is boondoggle unless it's being played on my MD player.

Sorry if this is all poppycock to you, I really have nothing else to post tonight. I guess my original dreams of recording my vinyl records to MDs as sort of like a music library are crushed. I wanted to invest a lotta money into doing that too. But I think I'm going to use the MD player as what it is. It has it's limitations but that doesn't mean it's not great. I can still record vinyls onto MDs for listening to on the go, that's seems like a good thing. I can still record stuff with the microphone, and now the software won't FUCKING delete it off the MD this time, and I get to put my CDs onto small MDs at near quality sound.

So for now Sony is in my good books.

So tomorrow I take my G2 exit, or rather my G test. Whatever you may call it. Wish me luck. Pray for me. Pray some more.

Peace, love and music.

Anger.

Had that driving lesson today and it went fairly well, I have a little bit of rust here and there. I've been warned that they may ask questions from the book (you know from the G1 test), but others have told me that they don't ask questions. I really don't know, I just hope to hell that I pass this test cause I don't want to go through it all again.

I can't tell you how frustrated and angry I am with my Sony Hi-MD player. I guess in a perfect world there would be no RIAA making laws and sueing people for mp3 swapping. To my dismay I found out the following about my Sony Minidisc player:

1. The software strictly enforces Digital Rights Management through its use of OpenMG. SonicStage ties the DRM license of each track to the hardware of the computer from which it has been transferred. SonicStage will not allow transfer of tracks from the player to another computer. It is possible, however, to backup "My Library" and import it into another installation of SonicStage on a different computer.
2. Music files have to be "wrapped" by Sony software in order to be played on a Sony music player. Sony has not introduced drag and drop support for music files. Although it is possible to load files directly onto a Sony player without using SonicStage, it is not possible to play music files loaded this way. Neither is it possible in most cases to transfer music files back to a PC. (all versions prior to 3.4)
3. The program does not convert all OMG/OMA files to MP3 or WAV.
4. The program lacks a true import album feature for WAV and MP3 files. The program imports tracks as is. Imported files cannot be grouped into an album with artist, title and tracknumber fields assigned at the time of import. This has to be done before or after import.
5. When tracks are imported, they remain linked to their wav source file and the OMG/OMA file cannot be edited without the WAV file still being present at the same location as when the track was first imported.

Basically if I import a song off one computer I can't import it back from my minidisc on another computer. Even though the song came from a CD I fucking bought. Another thing. I did a manager interview today, recorded it and everything, exported it on my computer and it told me that I could only do so ONCE. That's right ONCE. It was telling me what I could and could not do. I tried to tinker with the file with my SonicStage software and it deleted. THANKFULLY I was smart enough to put the file from my MD onto my computer and burn it on a CD-R. Otherwise I would have been screwed.

Anyways that's my little rant for today. The music player will do me good for a while. But I guess if I want to do sound recordings in the future I'll need to get a laptop, that way I have full and total control over my material. I mean it's a great music player don't get me wrong, but I just wish I had more control over it.

GRRR.

Train Spotting.

Yeah two posts in one night. Well I had to finish off the post about the dentist. By the way, I really suggest you skip over reading the rest of that entry.


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Went out with Kate to see Freedomland, you know the newest with Sam Jackson. You know it looked like it was going to be a bad movie from the start but we stuck with it. Ends up the movie is just completely fucking terrible. Do not watch this film! We then stopped into the cafe just outside the theatre and enjoyed some dessert. I'd be rather shocked if me and Kate actually went to see a movie and it ended up to be amazing. Fuck you Syrianna!

Kate had to go home early but Jordan gave me a ring on my cell phone and as Kate drops me off at his house, he's waiting for me in his car at the end of the drive way. We hugged and I hop out and walk up to Jordan's car and step in. We pull out and go the opposite way Kate is going down Oshawa Blvd. We drive around Oshawa, pull into Tim Hortons for some beverage. He's playing some Zero 7 on the CD player so it's good night time cruising going on. We pick up his friend Emma along for the ride and drive around the west end of town stopping at places to take photos. It was pretty fun.

At one point we had to stop at a train crossing as a train was slowly passing by. I get out of the car to take some pictures close up with my cell phone. Jordan and Emma get out too and we check it out. I wonder what the guy inside the train was thinking as we were all just standing there waving at him leaving the car on the road. The industrial buildings look so intriguing at night, almost like a living breathing animal or something resting. I wonder what goes on in those places at night, the empty serile hallways with flouescent bulbs illuminating every inch of darkness it can touch. The rumbling of the air conditioner and air circulation machines. The lonely night workers doing something or watching over the place. Dormant work trucks and 18 wheelers surrounding the building in a chainlinked parking garage.

He dropped me off after we took a bunch of photos and I went straight for the pizza in the fridge. So good.

Well I'm up way past what I should be, so I hope you enjoy the photos.

Peace ya'll.

Last Visit: Part 1 - Scrape.

My eyes widened. Fuck I slept in, what time is it? Only 10:45. I had some time to kill before going to the dentist for my appointment at 13:50 hours. So I showered and chatted online for a bit before grabbing a yogurt and letting the dog out. I put the dog in the laundry room and proceeded to the bus stop to catch the 12 Adelaide. The plan was to ride that baby all the way to the Oshawa Centre mall and catch the Olive Harmony. Cause that's pretty much the only place you can transfer without having to wait outside for twenty mintues. I get on the bus and get a transfer and make my way to the back. I'm the only one on the bus. The driver says to me "You can close the windows back there if you want, someone opened them on me." So I knew he was pretty much asking me if I could close them for him. I did and he thanked me.

So I transfer onto the 10 Olive/Harmony and was subjected to torture as I sat by the back with these two teenage girls. The one looked like your classic chickenhead with her hair yanked back into a bun, overdone make up, and tight grey sweat pants. Her friend was your classic crack whore with her pimple face, clear sunglasses and cigarette and lighter in hand on the bus ready to smoke. "So like she fucks around with BP and like gets herpes and whines and whines and then she sleeps with fucking AJ. I like don't even share my cigarette with them."

Holy fuck, is she really going to be talking like this the whole time?

Her crack whore friend gets off the bus and we continue along the way. In silence. Then the bus had to make a sudden stop and the chicken head was shaking her head in what can only have been extreme frustration ready to snap. "You think these bus drivers would have like education or something to drive better." Why is she telling me this? I'm not going to bad mouth the bus driver even if he is low educated. So I just laugh. "I have a two year old and when I have a stroller it moves all over the place." Great, that's all I wanted to hear, your fucking teen pregnancy. I just laugh some more and say "Yeah." I think she gets upset at my lack of response and gets up and sits somewhere else. We ended up getting off at the same location, but I make my way to Rossland Square. It's about 13:17 right now, I'm super early. Hey there's the Tartan, good ol' Tartan. I'm sure I'll be seeing you again sometime.

I enter in the room, an old lady is pacing back and forth. McLeans magazines spread all over the tables. A couple issues of Time. Toys for kids own a corner at the far wall. Two receptionists and two hygentists consume the war desk behind the counter with charts scattered everywhere. Somehow they're all fat. "Appointment for Matthew Hunter, I'm a bit early, I don't mind the wait." Of course I do mind, but it's fucking cold outside. I pick up a Car & Driver magazine and check it out. Interesting article on the Toyota FJ concept. They are saying it'll be a 2007 line. I'm not too much interested in SUVs or Toyotas for that matter. But it's a cool looking car.

"Matthew." I look up and the fat hygentist beckons me to follow her.

I'll post the rest later on tonight. Going out to see a movie with Kate. Freedomland. Hope it's a good one. Peace.

Jordan pointed out to me that I may have been derogatory towards the people working at the dentist. I think I'm just bitter at the dentist after finding out... well you'll read it later on.

I sit down in the big chair that takes up pretty much the entire room. The rest of the room is made up of shelves with various things to give to patients. One holder for pencils, another jar like thing holding coloured rubber balls, some floss and tooth brushes still in the packaging. The room is completely white. A black television looms overhead and in front of the chair is a nasa-like tray that gives the impression that it's suspended. The tray holds various sharp tools, picks, drill-like tools, and other metallic instruments. The usual small talk begins asking me about school and what I'll do afterwards. At this point in my life I'm use to lying and just say I'm getting into something, she won't remember nor does she really care. Then again she might, who knows.

She begins to x-ray my teeth, she puts the lead cape over my torso and and makes me bite down on this plastic thing. The square plastic imprints itself into my gums like I'm biting down on a shard of glass. I hold it there as she points the suspended x-ray gun at my jaw; leaves the room and buzzes it to take a picture. She then takes the square plastic thing out and puts a new slip on it and does the other side. I bite down and it's drills into my gums, causing loss gum skin to tear. I make some discomfort noises and she scurries out the room quicker and buzzes the gun. "Ok we're all done." But I keep the plastic in my mouth until she completely approaches to take it out.

The chair then slowly glides downward in a reclining position while making contrived sci-fi sounds. She puts on purple latex gloves and moves the head light at my mouth. She then puts the metallic pen-like tool in my mouth with a mirror at the end of it. Proceeds to take the the other metallic pen-like tool with the narrow sharp pick at the end of it to scrape my teeth from the bottom to the top. I'm watching the television overhead, the winter olympics are on, women's figure skating. The girl from Canada has huge arm muscles, couldn't believe it. A pain shot through my mouth as she punctures the top of my gum line, running blood along my tooth as tarter falls off. After each scrape she rubs the end off on a small square of cloth, it's smeared with my blood, browning instantly with off-white gobs in the middle.

"I hate that tool." I say as she takes one of the drill-like tools out. On the end is a rubber cylinder with pink grainy polishing substence in the middle. It spins fast and she begins to run it on my teeth. My body convolts upward grasping the arm rests. My brain rings of the drill sound and suction noises from the other tool used to suck up my saliva. She runs it over each tooth and I squint my eyes open a bit only to see the light from the head lamp shine off the metallic tool causing a white light flair. She does one finally suction and bids me to rinse. I spit first and a glob of blood splatters near the drain of the sink, deforming with a slow viscosity towards the center. I take the water and swish it around and spit again.

I sit on the chair now talking with the hygentist about the winter olympics, and the Skeleton event to be specific before my dentist walks in. He talks with the girl for a bit with secret dentistry code, and they whisper and point to my x-rays. He reclines me back and takes a look for himself. It was confirmed. I have a cavity. I think he could tell I was pissed off cause he was mumbling stuff and slowing walking backwards out the room. I asked what happens if I don't do anything.

"Well it eats away at the insides of your tooth and then you have to get a root canal done."

I'm weighing the issues in my brain. Nope, don't want a root canal done. So I get my complimentary tooth brush and make an appointment with the only hot/non-fat hygentist. Not sure when I'll get it done, could be as late as May.

So stay tuned for Part 2 sometime.

Criminal: An Old School Adventure.

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Highly anticipating going to the dentist and writing about my mistreatment on this blog, I set my alarm really early the night before so when I wake up I try to get some stuff done before heading out there. After taking a shower and getting ready my mom informs me that my appointment is suppose to be tomorrow at 13:50 hours instead of today. She told me she rescheduled for today at 15:00 hours. I told her to change it back cause I remember Jordan wanting me to come with him to check out our highschool to watch a basketball game. I told him yesterday I couldn't go because of the dentist appointment. So now I'm going to the dentist tomorrow and I called up Jordan's cell to tell him that I'm all for checking out the basketball game, which supposingly is at 14:00 hours.

So I play around on the computer for a bit until Jordan calls me up from his cell phone on the train to tell me to get to his house now so that we can go to the school when he gets back, and it should be around the same time. I said ok and hung up, asked my mom what times the 2 King arrived at the bus stop. "It comes seven minutes after and 37 minutes after." She replied. I glance at my cell phone clock. 13:00. Oh FUCK I need to catch that bus! I get money and all my stuff and I run out the door. From my court to the bus stop is like a twenty minute walk. I ran so fast and hard that I was out of breath when I reached Labrador in two minutes. I walked a little bit to catch some energy. When I got to Mackenzie park I started to run again and didn't stop until I was at the intersection of Eastlawn and King, I can taste blood in my mouth at this point from running so hard. I'm heaving in the chest at this point. I wait for the light to turn in my favor and walk across and towards the bus stop. 13:07 my cell read. I made it. Then the 2 King rolled up and I walked on dropping a couple loonies in the coin box thingy.

I ride the bus, sitting near the back. All the while keeping a watchful eye for my bus stop. When my stop finally comes I frantically wave my hand in front of the door which has trouble seeing it. What a stupid door opening system. I figure I have some time to kill before going to Jordans so I head to the nearest Macs on King street and get some gatorade. The purple kind.

I arrive at Jordans and talk to his mom for a bit, and once Jordan got there we called for a cab and made our way to Pereyma highschool. "You're not going to put on your seatbelt man?" Jordan said. "Uh, no, these guys are professional drivers." I replied. We drive for a bit longer and Jordan is still looking at me like he usually does to get a rise out of me. "What are you looking at jackass?" I quipped.

So we pull up and the school is ghosted. No one in sight. It's nearing 14:00 hours, we walk into the office to try and get some visitor passes. Inside the office not too much has changed from when I remember. Mr. Crosby, my old multimedia teacher, was there at the desk writing a note. He remembered us surprisingly. So the secretary comes up to us with a confused look on her face. She never really was bright. Jordan explained that we are former students and we just wanted to check out the basketball game. She looked at us blankly. "I have to talk to the principal." She said, and proceeded to nervously walk to the door of the principal. I'm thinking ok Mr. Powers will come out, see me, talk a bit of football and give us the visitor passes. The secretary turns to us "What do you do?" she inquired. I'm not really sure how to take that question. Jordan explains that he goes to U of T. She looks at me. "Trent." I responded. That seemed suitable and the principal came out.

It wasn't Mr. Powers. It was a contrived looking female principal. You know the type, a woman business suit that was plaid with matching skirt, make-up over done and hooker looking. The smell of cheap perfume. "We don't normally give out vistor passes, so you're going to have to come back after school hours." She said right away. I'm thinking, come on! We're former graduates at this school! You can talk to pretty much any teacher in this fucking building to vouch for us. So Jordan said thanks and that we'll be back. Walking out we realized that we don't know when school is out. So we walk back in to inquire and were informed that it's out at 14:45. "What do you think man? Should we call a cab back?" I thought about it for a second and said we should stick around. I was thinking the reason is partially principle and we can catch a little bit of the game if it did start right away at 14:00 hours. Which it probably wouldn't cause of warm up and such.

So we walk around the neighbourhood to kill off 45 minutes.

It was even strange to walk around this neighbourhood cause I was remembering doing cross country with my English teacher Mr. Hass after school. We would run around the block several times. All the while giving us advice into life and talking about symbolisms and tribulations of this and that. We walked by a wood working shop at the industrial section of the hood, custom signs were produced there too, we joked that we should ask them for a sign that read "Fuck you man!" Parked in front of an adjacent building was an old volvo, flat tired and everything. Abandoned factories ran the strip too. The smell of burning wood was in the air. I got an eerie feeling from the whole place, rusted over and all, just seemed like the sort of situation where you see characters in a movie walking through a small town and everyone is inside the houses starring back at them. We walked around the park for a bit and talked a bit more about stuff going on in life. Still reminiscing about stuff we use to do in highschool. The area was sort of like a tundra - in hospitable to life; barren grass, lightly covered snow with netted ice on top of the grass, which has small patches protruding up. Stepping on it cause water to rise to the surface making it simulate walking through mud.

So we made our way back to the school and it was just about 14:45 and we told the secretary that we were checking out the game. It was a different secretary this time, but she still didn't know what was going on and told us the game is at 15:45. Whatever, we saw our old O.A.C. Geography teacher, Ms. McCrae and went to talk to her. She asked how we were doing what we were doing and stuff. As she taped up posters on the wall. I look off to my right and see our old guidance teacher Mr. Brennon. I see him in church all the time, and he was really helpful throughout the years at University. I remember telling him how my old dog Liqour died and he shared with me a story about losing his first dog.

At this point we don't care about visitor passes and such, just a bunch of rogue university students strutting in. I didn't ask the secretary if we can see Mr. Brennon, stupid bitch, we walk up and knock on his door. He is very surprised to see us and shakes our hands and invites us in for a chat. His office hasn't changed that much, still has candy by the chairs for people. I never ate his candy though to much his dismay. So he asks us about how our university careers are going and I ask him about teaching and he gives me some really good advice (got to remind myself to do a sit in to talk to my senior tutor). Jordan then asked:

"So how long have you been working here?"
"Oh let's see, well the school opened in 1988 and I've been working since then, so about 18 years now." He replied.
"Wow, so that must mean you started when you were only 18" I said jumping into the conversation.
His face went serious. "How would you ever know that?"
"Well... I mean I just judged by looking at you and deducted 18 years."
He begins to laugh now and said "That is such bullshit!" and slaps my knee and still inquires how I got that information.
"Seriously how else would I know? I just looked at you-"
He's in hysterics now "That is such fucking bullshit!"
And we are all laughing now and he thanked me anyways for making him feel young I guess.

Jordan at this point is interested in some of the plaques on the walls, we look for the people in our grade who are on them. Then we leave the main lobby and walk past room 112, our old english room, and stop dead in our tracks. It got really weird all of a sudden and it shook both of us at the same time. Jordan looks back at me "Woah, this is weird man." and chuckles. We continue walking and we see the new section of the school. Jordan hasn't seen it yet so we do a walk through to check it out. Down the hall, up the stairs, looking this way and that. Then at the end of the hall oblivious to what's going on we walk into an old section of the school. We stop dead in our tracks again.

"Woah I said." I looked around the hall way. There's the old art class room, the old physics room, the old chemistry room, the geography room at the end of the hall. "This is weird." Jordan said. "Yeah it's almost like we... I don't know, just went back in time for a second unknowingly." I responded. So many memories flood the brain, not only from looking at the hallway, but from standing in it. Art class especially sitting with Beth LeBlanc all the time talking, seeing Chris Boswerth dance with the skeleton in there. Painting the ceiling tile. Looking out the windows while we listening to music on the radio. I think White Town's Your Woman was the hit song back then. The old hallway had lockers down the row, probably never in use anymore, blotched ink stains covered them and black streaks caused by worned off rubber from the soles of kid's dress shoes kicking them. Giving them a dented in look. Garbage all over the floor, empty coke bottles, obscure papers, and candy wrappers.

Jordan and I satisfied of our venture made way for the gym, to our surprise, had the basketball teams warming up. Looks like both secretaries were wrong about the time the game would start. We were just in time. The game itself was pretty good, the lady ref made some interesting calls against our school. It was funny hearing that young kid comment about a lazy eye that the ref may or may not have.

After the game finished we decided to walk back to Jordans. We crossed over the bridge and I check out the horizon. Houses on top of a hill. Mine is up there somewhere. Running train tracks venturing into the unknown with chainlink fence guided along with them. Wouldn't it be cool to ride the train one day and just go where it goes? We get to the under bridge tunnel just after Bloor street, the one the homeless guy was beaten to death. I remember passing through here some mornings after seeing Kelly Grenier before school started. There use to be some ketchup smeared graffiti that read "Bow to the fecal lord." written on the tunnel wall. It was gone, and somehow I was disappointed. We went to McDonald's on ritson and enjoyed some food and talked about girls. Then walked back to his house were I caught the 2 King back home.

Ok well that's it for today. Hope you enjoyed the ridiculously long blog entry.

Peace.

Stranded (Part 3).

"People who love to obsess over things are natural bloggers. Not just because they will blog every day and sometimes multiple times per day, but also because they like to tweak, change, edit, redesign, add, remove, and fiddle around with their archives, profile, settings, template, etc. So if you are strange, and you have things to tell people about, or even if you don't, now's a good time to start a blog. You'll thank me later when you sign that book deal." ~Biz Stone (found off: this blog)

Just enjoyed a turkey dinner with my family, had whipped mashed potatoes, turkey of course, dressing, gravy, a nice glass of wine. We toasted to my reading week, but it seemed everyone was apprehensive about toasting to that. Bunch of jokers they are. Nearing the end of dinner we had a laugh when John was pouring my wine, I took my blue cloth napkin and put it on his forearm. He had a disgruntled look on his face and told me take it off. I said dryly: "Oh, was just trying to help out - make you look professional." My mom thought it was pretty funny.

Tartan:


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Jordan and myself reach Nelson's house, Jay pulls into his driveway and the guys slowly get out, talking amongst themselves. "Wait a sec - we don't need to wait here" Jordan said and we pulled away. So we head to Rossland Square, the location of the Tartan. I go to this plaza all the time, ever since I was a kid, cause my dentist is located at the same place. Actually going there tomorrow. We pull into a spot and get out, extremely cold outside surprisingly. We made our way to the door, surprised to see no bouncers out there. When we walk in there is about ten older women and a few guys line dancing to some sort of hip hoppish song that I could not identify. The looks on our faces indicated that we weren't really sure what was going on, or whether we were still a part of reality. "Think they still stayed here man?" Jordan asked. I look around the room but I can't see Kate or her brother. "They must be in another room." We showed our IDs to the bouncer, who was actually inside, and may our way to the adjacent room where the pool tables are located. Sure enough there ws Kate with her bro and two other girls.

So we sit down and kinda start to move the tables around. Nelson and company walk in see us and sit around, getting involved with the table moving as well. The end result was all three tables were pressed against each other, and the people on the bench on the back wall were kinda cut off from escaping to the facilities. But we didn't mind and so we all engaged into drinking and carousing with one another. The introductions kind of fell flat at the beginning cause there were just too many people and those people were more interested in the individual conversations. It wasn't until people had to leave for the washroom and bar that we got introduced to one another.

So I ordered a Guiness and I'm talking with Jay, Steve and Jordan cause they were the nearest blokes to me. The whole night the one table kept getting pulled and pushed back and forth into place and out in the middle of the landing where the rest of the tables were in our section. Jay and Steve started talking about theorems of Psychology, something about machines outputing, and semantics of humans... I understood the semantic part but it was getting over my head when there were getting into the names of the doctors who came up with the theorems. It was funny when Steve would get excited about something, not sure if it was the alcohol, but he'd talk really fast and his words would be jumbled together laughing. I could tell that Jordan was really interested in what they were talking about, I would have offered we switched spots but I didn't want to sit beside Matt B - who for some reason likes to make "connections" with people by physically touching them. Ok being secure about your masculinity is not a factor here if that's what you're thinking; don't fucking touch me is the factor. Kate then noticed that her ex-boyfriend came into the room, I didn't notice it at first but I could faintly hear her talking about Dan's friends. Conversations continued and she wanted to go talk to him. Jay left too for the restroom, and before returning made sure she was ok and wanted to come back. She was actually gone for quite a long time, I did mention it to Steve and her bro decide to check up on things. I had to go the the restroom too so I left.

I walk into the main bar area only to see a huge line up. I'm thinking fuck, this is the line up for the washroom? So I inquired about the line up to this middle-aged drunkard beside me about the line up and it's relevance to the restroom. "Naw this is a line up for another room, I'm really not sure what for." So I try and worm my way by managed to get into the washroom. Nobody there. Sweet I get a urinal right away before any drunkards start to come up and start talking to me. On my way out I grab a beer and make my way back to the table. I ran into Jordan who is just starting to leave. I return to the table and see Kate crying, I assumed that things did not go so well talking to Dan, but that's so expected when break ups happen. I remember when I broke up with Jessie those many years ago I was a fucking wreck, even though she was a total bitch and it was the right thing to do. I say wreck as in I just broke up with her drunk and started to ball my eyes out repeating "what the fuck did I just do?" over and over.

At that point I really wanted to comfort her though, but no way to reach her so I just let her be and let her brother and friends do so. Some of the advice that the girls she came with gave was really just a bunch of tomfoolery though. She pulled herself together soon and demanded to Nelson that they go out for a cigarette. "But I just had one!" He whined. I started to make some jokes soon afterwards, but that did not last long cause after "breaking the seal" and after the shot of tequila - I had to pee so badly. So the table was pulled and pushed again and I escaped to the restroom while Kate, Nelson, Pete and whomever else went outside for a cigarette.

I walk into the damn restroom again and scope out the place. One urinal left - right in the middle. Fuck. So I unzip and try to go, but the two people beside me start mumbling drunken rants to me. Thinking back on it now I can't recall one coherent phrase from either of them. So my bladder feels like it's going to burst but I can't fucking go cause those bastards keep talking to me, so I try to push and push and the end result was just an audible fart. Ok fuck this I'm doing the cycle. I flush, wash my hands and head to the bar, waiting for them to leave and to cycle round back in. I look in my pockets to see if there is anymore money to get a shot. Nothing but a toonie. Fuck. Well I go back into the restroom, still people at the urinals, but I eyed the lone stall and used it instead cause it's enclosed in a niche in the wall.

I get back to the tables and sit down. Since Jordan is gone we put the third table back and moved the other two tables apart from each other. I see Matt B looking and knocking at the window. I turn and peer outside too, looking for a vantage point because only the bar lettering were clear enough to see. As I look through I meet Kate's face smiling back at me with just barely enough transparency for eyes to meet, the rest were lost in a peach hue of translucency. In the close proximity I could see Pete and Nelson too laughing about their own conversations.

I start to talk to Steve's wife Jess and her friend Carly. They both live really close to me and actually knew a lot of the people I knew in life growing up in Oshawa. Like the Tunneys and McEwens, Scott Baggs, Pie (Ryan Lato), Pittmans even. It was pretty cool to talk to people and compare stories like that. Just gives you that feeling of continuity in life. The smokers came back and sat back down with us. I never seen Kate smoke before, but I could understand the situation, because if you read my blog you may remember me talking about my first walkhome experience and wanting a cigarette so badly, even though I didn't smoke. Kate sat beside me and we finally had a bit of a heart to heart - head to shoulder talk, but thinking back at it now I'm not really sure if I was in the best mental condition to be giving advice.

Further along in the night it became practice to shake some pepper into people's drinks which was pretty funny. The bastards got me just as I was taking a sip out of my beer. Then we made an interesting drink of left over remains of other drinks with a coaster and pepper added in for good measure. Matt B was so drunk that he took a drink out of it without anyone daring him or offering money. The night was winding down and I think everyone was ready to go home. Matt B however decided to get another glass of red wine even though he wasn't finished the other one. Fuck. So he leaves for the washroom and I'm purposely spilling it on the floor and other guys are taking sips. Nelson, Pete and Jay go over to another table to hide from him. So we all went over there and watched him return. Seeing no one at the table caused him to fearfully drink the wine fast in order to make sure he catches us outside. He finally sees us and we all head out.

Unfortunately Steve and Kate could not fit into Jay's Echo so they had to cab it home. The rest of us tried to find some sort of fast food joint. We drive by the area which Matt B lives, and we should have dropped him off. But we go down townline to get some food and hit up Pizza Pizza. Matt B at this point is throwing pepperoni from his pizza and the rest of us are just getting annoyed. The pizza was fucking terrible too, oh man, I'm surprised that place is still in business. So we decide it's probably a better idea that we drop off Matt B first even though I'm closer. On the way there he's opening his door on Townline road. Just nearly falling the fuck out of the car. And he's doing that gay shit to Nelson, and I can tell that Nelson is getting really, really annoyed. We finally drop him off and drive off. Man what a douche bag. Why the hell did they bring him along?

Then Pete and Nelson get dropped off and Jay makes his way back to my house. I invite him up the next Saturday that isn't consumed by reading week to come out with me and my friends to the Junction. So I hope that goes down.

I'm so tired when I walk into my house, I type some stuff for the blog and fall asleep like a brick.

And now you know...

The rest of the story.

Stranded (Part 2).

Oh man got such a hangover this morning, got up around 12 noon. It's a bright sunny day out again, maybe I'll take the pup for a walk around the hood in a little bit. Apparently I was really noisey when I came in last night at around 03:00 hours which I can totally blame on the booze, cause normally - I'm a fucking ninja.

Oshawa:

On Saturday I was coming home for reading week from Peterborough, and finally arriving at my parent's house, I groggling get out of the car, grab a duffel bag from the Buick and head for the door. I could have taken more things but as soon as I walk in Foxy (my pup) tends to be really excited to see me and thus jumps all over me, and other occassions where I was holding three or four bags of stuff it usually let to me stumbling around dropping bags everywhere. So the door was propped open and John helped me carry stuff in. The drop off was in the living room just as you walk in. But my computer and monitor et al was handed off to me and I brought it right up to my room. After that the rest of the stuff was hoarded to my room and I began the art of setting up my desktop computer. As I do this I think about if I had a laptop instead the process would be to open it up... oh yeah... and plug it in. Half way through the set up I give my brother the task of setting up the wireless internet. I would have to fix it later but he got the thing hooked up so all was not lost. Got the computer hooked up, logged on to the wireless router, and instantly ran QuickPar to fix up this D-Day DVD that I downloaded just before coming here.

At this point I'm starving, and my mom of course makes me a grilled cheese. It's almost like a tradition that whenever I return home I get a grilled cheese for my academic efforts; chocolate milk too. I return to my room and invite my brother along so that he can check out some ringtones that I got for my cell phone. Right now I have the X-Men Animated Series intro theme as the tone with an awesome pic of cyclops in the rain as the wallpaper. It came into conversation as I played some CKY ringtones as too whether he knew who the band was. He didn't. So I started to play all the CKY song I had on my computer and he loved them. Which was sort of a surprise to me cause John doesn't normally like the hard rock I listen to, so that's pretty cool that he digs them too. So he left to BBQ some sausages for dinner tonight and I remained here to chat with a few more people online. Called up some friends as well to get something going tonight. The end result was Jordan was going to just come over and we'd figure things out from there.

So I'm chilling in my room watching the D-Day DVD that I downloaded awaiting Jordan's arrival. It's a pretty amazing DVD, I loved the footage of the battle ships firing off the cannons and rockets, just the whole aspect of the barrage of gunfire. It was pretty wild. I bet the DVD just sounds amazing on surround sound. The whole time watching the other stuff like the airbourne divisions jumping and the troops landing on the beaches made me want to play Medal of Honor Allied Assault for computer and Call of Duty. But I made a vow that CD games will not be played on this computer again. Anyways, Jordan arrives and watches the DVD with me, he really loves the war documentaries too. He thinks about them in a whole other level though, trying to put himself into the mindset of a soldier, looking through their eyes with their inner monologue, what would they think about when they are cleaning their gun 70 years ago or however long it was.

Jay then calls Jordan on his cell for directions to my house. Jordan says to turn right on Eastlawn then turn just before the stop sign... but then I remember:

"Oh, there is no stop sign."
"Oh shoot, yeah you're right, I'm use to just doing it you know... yeah it's McClure CT, it's like just before the last stop."
In the distance we heard my mom yell up.
"Tell him it's the fourth right."
I yelled back "Jordan knows where we live mom!"

So the directions were given and he gets in and we all just sit and watch the D-Day DVD. We aren't sure what Nelson is up to, I know Kate wants to go to the Tartan, and I know Jordan said he wasn't into going out to the bar cause he had to work early in the morning. It was decided that we were going to go for coffee at Williams by my house, so Jordan called up Nelson to say meet us there, and I called Kate to see if she wanted to go there before going to the Tartan, but they wanted to go to the Tartan early so that was a no go. I get my coat on and we all go into Jordan's car, and instantly we pump the dirty beats. Reminiscent of when Jordan use to have his 1983 maroon Crown Victoria and we'd drive around Oshawa all the time with it. Such a huge car. We get to Williams and stand in front of the counter, the girl behind asks if want anything and Jordan said that we might as well wait for Nelson and his party. We sit down and Jordan tells us some sort of ginger ale story, where they went to Williams to consume cans upon cans of ginger ale, thus being known as the guys who drink ginger ale. It's a pretty funny story I guess, would be better if I was there, so I went to get a coffee cause there was no point in telling stories if you aren't drinking anything.

I get a cappacunio flavored hot chocolate with whipped cream. Jay noted that it looks like a cup of cum. Kind of a brash comment that was unexpected from him, but it was pretty funny. They charged me 25 cents for that whipped cream, totally unexpected, usually they just give out that shit for free... I don't think it was worth getting for 25 cents. So I didn't tip her, and it all even'd out. Jordan invited this girl sitting by herself to join us if she wanted, but she assured us that she was waiting for friends. Little did we know that one of the friends would be one of our old friends Shawna. Jordan was pretty flustered to see her all he could say was "Yeah, me and Matt were listening to that radio show the other day." I didn't see who it was so I turn my head and exclaimed "Woah.. hey." and she replied "Hey I know you." and turned her head back. What the fuck does that mean? She goes over to talk to Nelson and I walk up and give her a little hug and asked how things were going. It wasn't until later that Nelson revealed that she felt bad for not saying hi to me in a better way, but I guess going up to her made things ok. Man she sure has changed. She use to be soooo skinny, not to say she's fat now, but she's taking shape. I'm not going to get into the whole history of how we know this girl, she was someone we hung around a lot, all ya need to know.

I managed to convince the guys to go to the Tartan, so I called up Kate and told her we'll be there tonight. Nelson wants to get into the drinking so we co-ordinate the car situation. So Nelson, Pete and their friend Matt B went to Nelson's house. Jordan, Jay and myself went back to my house to get Jay's car to pick them up. That way Jordan can leave when he wants and Nelson can get into the drinking. So we get to my house and I go in to change, get some gum and what not. Of course since I came home my parents instantely start bugging me. "What are you doing? Where you going? When you coming home? What's going on? What did you say?" I managed to escape though and hop in Jordan's car and Jay follows us in his. Inside Jordan has Nothing But A 'G' Thang playing. That song, as we discussed is a great cruising tune, if not the best.

So we're on our way, bobbing heads, enjoying the smooth bass line and letting the city lights reflect on ourselves and the car which temporarily makes ourselves known in the night.

Ok Part 3, Tartan, will be posted later on tonight. I think I should get some work done and take my dog for a walk. Peace.

Stranded.

Peterborough:

I sort of woke up in a mess even though I tried to go to sleep early to anticipate an early arrival by my parents. I think it doesn't matter though cause everytime they come to pick me up I always seem to be distracted with something instead of packing to get ready to go. This time around I woke up really early like 08:00 hours or so. Had to snooze my cell phone alarm a couple times mind you. The original plan was for my father to come up around 11:00 so I figure I had time to blow. So I had a shower, made some toast for breakfast, chatted on the computer some more, talked with the roomates. I was extremely distracted with new Java applications and games that I got for my cell phone... ringtones too. There was the slight chance that I would have to spend Saturday in Peterborough too because after that snowstorm I described in the previous post the roads were snow packed and icey.

My dad then informs me that he's coming for 13:00 hours, so I'm in crazy packing mode at this point cause I still have my computer to do... but I had a download queue on the newsgroup that needed to be finished. But I thought fuck it I'll just get it another time. So as I dismantle my computer bit by bit, I have a swiffer in reaching distance to dust off each component, which probably hasn't moved since I re-arranged my room a long while ago. I'm also taking breaks to play with this stupid cardboard tube that I obtained as a result of finishing a roll of tin foil. It was noticed right away that this cardboard weapon really sting upon impact. Me and Cedric get quite a laugh at it describing hypothecial gang brawl situations where I would show up with this cardboard tube. "Honestly, who whacks people with a cardboard tube?" Says the victim of my thrashing.

When my father arrives I kinda wasn't completely ready. I was still stuffing wires and stuff into boxes. Had to make sure I took everything to entertain me this reading week and so that I can actually get some work done. But I finally was able to get everything in. Said goodbyes to the roomates and was off to Oshawa. On the way there it was so sunny out, I was missing my Oakleys. I was sort of dozing off in the car, trying to make conversations with my dad so he doesn't think I'm sleeping. Even though it's obvious I am sleeping. Listening to Death Cab For Cutie, sun baking on the lightly snow covered roads. Country side rolling by. How could I not enjoy the moment and doze off in relaxment?

But the time finally came when we pulled into the driveway. Home at last, and I'll be here for a week. Thank God.

Ok well Part 2, Oshawa, will be added in tomorrow morning. Sometime.

Peace.

Just Had To Step Outside.

Here I was sitting on my computer playing around with my Nokia 6101, trying to take a recent photo of myself that I can put onto profile... when I looked outside and saw nothing but a strange haze. I stopped what I was doing to check it out more, crawling over my bed and squinting to see the best I can. Tiny mist like snow was flowing and dancing around with the wind. I had to go check it out, so I grabbed my bela clava put it on, put on my coat and shoes and stepped onto the porch.

It was an erie silence that was outside, I mostly looked at the road and the street lamps. It was a like a fog because in the distance all that could be seen was the orange glow from the street lamps. The wind picks up once in a while, and the tiny snow pellets covered my jeans quickly. Legs were getting cold fast. Scott and Cedric, man, feel sorry for them cause they have to work tonight... hope they get home ok. I took a small video with my cell phone but it really can't do it justice. I went back inside with a small feeling of anxious.

I had a problem with image hosting, I originally used Hello.exe but the problem with that program is it would hang whenever I tried to upload photos. And it's weird, I have no idea how to access these photos... so I can't delete the ones I don't want to use anymore. So it had to go. I deleted it, and I'll delete my username too. So I went to Google.com to check to see where I can get some image hosting. I finally stumbled upon Zoto and it's been smooth sailing from there. We'll see how it goes in the long run.

So what did I need the image hosting for? Well you may have noticed that the splash title is changed... and my profile picture too. I hope you like it, it took like four of five different concept designs before I made one I liked. The process I go through is searching my database of digital photos I've taken, then I put them in Adobe Photoshop, adjust the curve balance, put text on them, and finally save them for web as a .jpg file. And I'll keep doing this until I'm satisfied with a design.

My last post kinda boasted about another blog out there, so I had to change my site, cause my site looked like crap compared to that one. I know the Seasame terror alert level was a huge hit. I think it's kinda funny too. I think it will be stuck on Bert for a long while though, you might see it hit orange though, that will be really interesting. You'll never see it red, blue or green though... cause red would mean the USA's CIA, FBI... CTU or whatever fucked up, and that won't happen... and blue and green would mean that there won't be any terrorist threats... and it would show that the USA is slacking. So I guess it's funny that we would be more concerned with a green level than a yellow. Also added some stuff from Google Adsense. I had it as those boxes with text in it, but I wasn't really feeling that, so I changed to an image only banner and it has some pretty cool stuff. What's up with that 3d IM chat? Go to that website and check it out, looks kinda cool. Also added in some other links to some fav online comics. So it's all good for now, maybe I'll add some other stuff down the road. We'll see.

Well anyways, got to pack up the computer, so my next update will be from the dirty shwa. Can't wait to see you all. Peace.

I've Been Outdone.

Woke up today realy early, gusts of wind outside my window were so loud it broke my deep sleep. Man did it ever go crazy with the wind this morning, I wonder how cold it was. Rob was heading home, I told him to knock on my door before heading out, ended up just chillin in my room for a bit in the early morning til his mom came to come get him. I didn't get out of bed though, fuck that, it was way too early. After Rob left I went back to sleep for a bit. Finally managed to get out of bed around 12 noon to get started on my 410 paper that's due today. I have to submit a statement of learning for the last few weeks since the beginning of January. Even though the material is stupid, at least all the quarters have a central theme which makes for an easy way to write a paper.

I'm thinking it's so sunny outside, I need to go to Price Chopper, to get milk or something. Where are my sun glasses?

Fuck. I left my Oakleys in Adam's car, in the glove box. I tried to call Adam. Fuck. He's probably already on a plane for Poland right now. Oh man. I just better hope that when I take my G test that it's not sunny outside. I'm so nervous about taking that test, but Rob told me how he was able to pass when his door was open the whole time and he was holding it barely closed with the other hand. I'm taking a couple lessons with my old Young Drivers instructor, Jim, which should be interesting. I wonder if he'll still remember me. Last time I saw him I was getting my G2 hahaha, and that was sometime before University started. I remember telling him my plans of going to University and all that stuff... and now here I am going to telling him my non-existent plans after University.

So I begin to walk to Price Chopper, it is sooo bright outside, but still kinda cold. The sideways are iced over and really slipperly. The occasional time my food slips out under me, but I keep my current standing status everytime. My eyes are having trouble keeping open without shades cause it has been such a long time since I've actually seen daylight like this.

I get a bunch of milk and all that stuff and walk back, the wind begins to pick up again and I'm trying desperately to keep my hands warm. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea after all.

So anyways I know when I've been beat. Outdone. I admit when something is better. If you want to check out a great blog, you need to start reading malefactor. It's about some guy in New York city, and he takes some of the most amazing photographs I've ever seen. You all need to check it out.

Ok that's it for now. Hope to be in Oshawa soon!

The Sequel (Read Part 2).

For fun I check out how long those last two entries were and it ends up that it was 1,671 words and 3 pages. That's an interesting count considering that's longer than most papers I write in University. To statisfy my current madness I did my january archive and it reached 20 pages and over ten thousand words. I could submit it as a thesis for school if I wanted to.

So I wake up today and right away I had to get ready to go to campus. Had to meet up with Vishald to study for accounting. No time to eat or anything, just showered, packed my things and went to catch the 12:10 direct bus. It didn't show up. Fuck. 20 mins later the east bank shows up and I get that one. Get to campus just before 1 to meet up with him. You know it's not the university work that is getting me stressed out these days. It's the fucking bus. Cause whenever I look up the schedule online and go to catch the bus, it never arrives on time. Sometimes it never arrives. And there really isn't anything you can do about it either.

But once I got to campus finally I found Vishald at the library and we went to the great hall to study. I had to get a pizza before I hit the books though. We went over the old tests and the study sheets, the books, the notes... definitions... everything. I had to go to the bookstore to pick up a calculator though cause Rob borrowed mine and didn't give it back. The calculator came to $26.00 dollars after tax, kinda pricey, but there wasn't anything cheaper at all. He did come to campus to give it back after I threatened him with the bill though. I'll return the calculator tomorrow, hopefully they'll let me return it.

The midterm itself was pretty easy, knew all the right answers, was able to do FIFO and LIFO with ease this time around. Konapaski kinda jeered at me about that and said "so coming back next year?" What a jerk hahaha. I invited him to play some squash with me. Maybe I'll just beat him with my racket.

Getting home was kind of a relief, just sitting like a drone on the bus on the way there. Walking down the dark streets with freezing snow slush rain coming on me. I instantely just went on my computer to relax and chatted with people online. Went to Night Kitchen with Rob tonight too, talked about this and that. My pizza was sooo hot though, it had some sorts of hot peppers on it and such. But still delicious. Might be going to Gertis tomorrow so if you read this blog and are in town, lemme know and we'll work out details.

Tomorrow breathes another day though, and it's the final day of academics before reading week starts. So until then. Peace.

Part 2.

It's become apparent to me that these blog posts are getting larger and larger. Which is kind of funny if you think about how it all started. I still kept my old blog posts from when I started out on MSN's My Space (not www.myspace.com). The very first post was like five lines long. That's it. And now I am posting an entry that has to span two days and two posts. Anyways. Where did we leave off...

So finally El-Amir's class starts and I hang out with Kristen before and during class. She's a pretty cool girl I met with my roomate Adam. She also came out that legendary Sin City night that you may remember. If not check the archives. I took scarce notes and tried desperately to stay interested, but doodling and note talking with Kristen was way more interesting than how the buyer runs the market strategy for retail companies. The buyer tells the supplier which designs to use? What a load of bullshit. I honestly think that El-Amir froths shit out of his mouth. He certainly smells like it.

After that I had to hang around for another hour before seminar, one which Kristen is in with me, so we hang out some more. It's funny though we run into Adam in the basement of Gzowski and Kristen's ex-boyfriend hates him. And he throws what can only be described as a "hissy-fit" when Kristen stops to talk to Adam. HAHAHAHA. Oh man, it was the funniest thing I've ever seen, the dude was such a bitch. We go to the library cause they all want to book appointments for graduation photos. Me? Yeah I'm thinking fall convocation, so I'll talk to my advisors about that. You know, I've been trying to get an appointment with those guys for months. I'm going to take a day, like tuesday after reading week and sit in the office until someone sees me.

Well after seminar and stuff I head back home. I am soo tired. But unfortunately the day was not over. I got on the bus and went back to the library for 7:00pm to meet with Vishald to study for accounting for Thursday. So i'm sitting on the bus and I check out this girl, I've seen here somewhere before, I think I know where but wasn't too sure. Hot, hot, hot girl! Anyways... We start studying on the fourth floor of the library... studying girls walking by that is... it became apparent after an hour that we were both not in the mental condition to study any longer, so we head back home and decide to meet tomorrow at 12 noon to study until our midterm at 17:00 hours on the same day.

On the way home I stop in to see Nogah, because her roomate Steph left a Nokia AC charger that I desperately needed. I may or may not have mentioned that I left my charger back home in Oshawa when coming back last weekend. I call up my "life partner" Kelly to see if he wanted to go to Subway with me. He's making up lasagne so he invites me over. I pop in to G&P milk variety before going over, pick up some pop or what not, take out some cash from the ATM. I remember when I use to live at 800 Water coming here a lot, they are so nice in there. I think the people over at the Macs on Alymer and MacDonnel know me better though for the obvious reasons. I get some orange crush and made my way to Kellys. It was pretty fun to chill and have some laughs with him and his roomates. His place looks so nice on the inside, colourful but not terribly colourful paint on the walls, nice hardwood flooring, nice arrangement of furniture and plants. It's really pleasant.

I head back home to charge my cell and to get ready to go out. I convince Kristen to come over to play some Mario 64 until then. She totally smoked me in the last race of a Mario GP which costed me the championship. I couldn't believe it. But I came 2nd place overall and she didn't place. We went to individual 3 VS with Adam and I won pretty much all the races except for one... somehow Adam managed to win... I couldn't believe it... I must have been off that day.

Kelly arrives and we head over to 2nd Floor lounge. It wasn't really bad outside coldness wise but it was a bit chilly. I was only wearing my blazer and a tshirt mind you. So we give love to the bouncer (think of shaking hands but with style) at the door and head upstairs. As I reach the final step I hear:

"And then she straddles me and I'm like 'Ok! Let's go!"
I look up to see the hot girl that was on the bus earlier on today.
"Hey, looks like I came right on time." I said.
"I saw you on the bus today, and thought this guy is coming tonight for sure."
I was taken aback that she would reconize me like that, cause on the bus I wear my camo toque and kinda try to blend in.
"Oh yeah, yeah I saw ya on there." I handed her a twenty for cover.
"Make sure to tip me!"
Ok now, what really has she done at this point? Taken my money? Another girl she was talking to was heckling me to tip her. I mean, ok I understand you work for tips, but you aren't really providing me a service. The friend said:
"Come on you gotta tip her for the story!"
".. But I only heard the punchline..." But I put a dollar in the jar. Whatever.

For the first time in recent memory. The 2nd Floor Lounge was not fun. It sucked. I was so disappointed. Just a bunch of people thinking they could dance by taking up the entire dance floor. Ugly girls trying to look like punks... I don't know, it was just so off. So I left early and went home and started typing up the entry.

And now you know...

The rest of the story.

My Jaw Hurts.

So this is where my blog entry goes eh? Oh man, can I muster enough strength to do this one I don't know. It's nearing 2am right now and my eyes can barely keep open. My day started at 08:00 hours, waking up to my cell phone alarm clock and Karen messaging me. The night before we were both saying "Ok see ya tomorrow in class!" and this morning it was "Man I'm so tired, I don't want to go!". But we made it. Her before me though, as I missed a bus and had to hop onto a late one. I'm kinda speed walking to class cause I didn't want to miss too much of it, and someone behind me goes "Matt!" I look behind and it's Kimberly, who I was in seminar with last semester. I didn't think she knew who I was. Walked with her the rest of the way, she's a cool chick, really gets into school events for business students and such... very mature for her age that's for sure.

So I get into class about 15 mins late, and Karen smirks at me, and I know later she'll give me the whole "you're a slacker" routine. During class we had to talk about these stupid exercises that we were suppose to do. One exercise is to stand in one spot in a public place and not talk to anyone... another was to watch TV with no sound, or watch a blank TV screen for 20 mins... and what else... oh yeah, have a meeting with two other people and sit and NOT talk for 20 mins. Yeah this is a fourth level management course. No wonder why no one takes Trent seriously. I was hoping he'd ask me my experience doing these exercises... a direct quote from me talking to Karen about that:

I just hope that he doesn't ask me to talk cause I'll probably end up saying "look, this whole exercise is stupid, I didn't do it, it never crossed my mind to do something as stupid as this... I can't believe they pay you to make students do this and make this a requirement for our fucking degree you peice of shit"

He didn't ask me to talk about it fortunately. Now that I think about it, saying that wouldn't have gone too good. We did a meditation in class which was kind of interesting to just do that for five minutes, kind of relaxing actually. Then we had to sit still and look at this tree that the prof drew on the board. I really don't know what all this has to do with management.

Then afterwards I had to wait an hour for El-Amir's retail marketing class. Could not decide what to eat for the life of me, but I ended up grabbing some chocolate milk. Kinda bounced around O.C. and Gzowski. It was funny cause I notice this fucker Zaf walking ahead of me and so I scoot up and walk beside him. Walking at his pace the whole time. And leading him right into a pillar, not letting him past me. After 30 seconds he realized it was me and started laughing. That guy has a hilarious voice... I remember when I first asked him to come hang out with us all, no one really knew how to take the guy, he's a bit off. We don't really hang out anymore though, he's kinda a fucker.

Man this story needs to be finished tomorrow, I'm so hot right now, I think the heat in the house is on too high... and i'm yawning like crazy. I'll finish tomorrow. Peace.

Maybe I Wasn't Fair.

You know when I posted that earlier I may have misled ya. There were some students in the classes who are really bright. But I think my frustration came from the 90% of the other students who could have taken the opportunity of asking me stuff on the material. Cause we all know Regoczei would rather make them look stupid instead of being helpful. I guess that's just the difference in teaching style we have. My dad asked me if the teaching thing is something I'd want to do after University and I honestly don't know. I mean sometimes I think about doing it, but when I was actually up there, I was so nervous and I didn't carry my voice. I suppose it is something to get use to.

So happy Valentine's Day everyone. I didn't have a valentine this year, but that's ok, I still had some fun. Went out with Jill for lunch this afternoon and she showed me some of her photos from her digital cameras. Amazing. If you remember a while back I was thinking about getting into digital photography, well this just convinced me, her stuff looked so great. But I'll never leave Polaroid's side, I love Polaroid film photography. So I'll do both. I am no longer an avocate of traditional film photography.

After that I just chilled on my computer, had a great chat with Kim and Nancy online; must have talked for hours, you guys are dynamite. After that I kinda just floated around and didn't really do anything. Going to watch a movie I got off a newsgroup. I'll let you all know how it is.

After that I'm going to listen to the Howard Stern show that went on earlier today. Get up early and go to class. Peace ya'll!

Want Some Fries With Your PU...

Listening to Howard Stern right now, have to wait til later today to download Tuesday's episode, but my God was Monday ever funny. Speaking of Monday, man that was an interesting day yesterday. Started off waking up at like 07:30 hours, getting ready to go to school cause I have to lead the discussion for a computer studies course from 10:00 til 12:00. So we get to the school, me and Adam, and we go to the computer studies office and we know we have to show a video of ecological design... but we have no idea where the video is. And let me tell ya at 9 in the morning, there are no fucking secretarys anywhere. Why do they make students have class that early, but no one in the administration has to get up that early? It's fucking unfair.

So 10 o'clock comes around we go to seminar, the plan is stall the students first by saying we'll answer questions about the midterm and assignments while the other TAs will look for the damn video. But fortunately the video was in the class room the whole time. Lucky it wasn't lifted either cause this morning we checked out the class room and there is a chinese student writing equations on the board for a white girl. Weirdest thing I've seen that early in the day. So about over 70 students roll in to the class and we show the video. After it's done I get up there and start talking, no one else wants to, but whenever I'm asking a question they all just stare blankly across at me. It was something I was unprepared for. They just fucking stared at me. So we continued asking a few more questions, some people said some stupid stuff and I got sick of it and say:

"Ok well that's it for today, if anyone has any questions about the midterm or assignment I'll answer them."

And all these hands go up. When is the midterm. What's on the midterm. Do we need to read the textbook. Like holy fucking shit, was I like these deadbeats? You are so worried about a stupid midterm but you SAY NOTHING when we're in discussion about a video that will be on it. Worry about getting your dollars worth and SAY SOMETHING discuss about the material. Fucking tards.

Well afterwards I wrote my ADMN 223H midterm, and it went fairly well, I mean I could have studied a lot better but I figure I got about 75% or more on it. There was like 60 multiple choice questions, and I'd say about half of them were really obvious, and somewhat funny. When I get the midterm back I'll post some of the questions to show ya what I mean.

I get back home to chill out for a bit, and I have another class to TA for at 19:00 hours, and I'm trying to think about how I'm going to do things differently. I get there and I'm looking around for the video cause class is about to start... and no video. Shit. Luckily one of the newbloods had his laptop with the video on his computer. Thank fucking God. Can you imagine if there was no video and I had to talk for like 2 hours? Well we watch the video and I take down notes, and instantly I pick out two things that are common between the two videos. I think the focus was medieval communities and their systems, and BioSphere systems. So I'm talking about that in class... you know, instead of saying it, I'm giving them a heads up. And they are staring blankly at me. And then these old people in class start talking about corporations and ethics:

"Yeah there was some guy from Nike in the 70s, who did such and such, blah blah blah, if you took the 300 level ethics course you would know what I'm talking about."
"Yeah I took that course. So anyways, even though this video is about corporations, remember to focus on systems."

Fuck after 30 mins I could tell nobody wanted to be there. I had nothing to say so I told them to get lost. But the worst part is on the bus some guy sat beside me and kept asking me about what to do about the midterm. My God. Read the books and go to class, not that hard to do.

I love being a TA though, not sure why, maybe I just got the shakey starts or something. But it was so different than doing a presentation in front of a class. I've done presentations in front of bigger groups than that, but for some reason when I was teaching I just got so nervous... and got MORE nervous when nobody was saying anything. It'll probably be the only time I'd get a chance to teach. Oh well.

So happy valentines day everyone! I was going to send ecards last night, you know, so people wake up and get them. But I couldn't bother... but I'm thinking later on I'll send some, maybe make my own. Will see how that goes.

Well I woke up today, listened to the rest of Stern, downloaded some stuff, and now I got to get ready for school. No classes or anything but I'm meeting up with my good friend Jill and maybe study for accounting.

Peace.

It's All I Fucking Smell.

I don't know how it started, but now whenever the folks come over I have to make sure there is no weed smell in the washroom. Don't get me wrong you know why, but seriously the smell of it in the house is making me sick. Well it'll almost be spring soon and the porch will be re-opened. How the hell does the smell reach my room? Is it not done in the laundry/washroom? Ah who cares.

So when was it, Saturday night? Went out with Kate, Nelson and Jay. First we went to the place across from Mondo/Lava Lounge in Whitby. Uhh it was weird ass service I tell ya, not sure if I'm feeling that place anymore. And the crowd seemed like a bunch of retard dudes. So we decided to hit up the Tartan instead after, and it was a good decision. I had no part in it cause I've never been to the place before. But it was awesome we got a booth, Nelson was nice to buy some shots, we did pitchers. The only weird part came with the mens washroom. Now there is certain, I don't know, rules you follow when you're in a dudes restroom. Don't fucking talk to a guy taking a piss when you're right beside him. Some guy looks at me and goes "You're really concentrating there man." Well no shit, now I am, I got fucking stage fright cause I'm not sure if I should piss or see if you're going to attack me or something. Then there was the middle age guy saying to me "Man, I can't stop pissing." How about you try acting like a fucking mature adult and not get piss drunk in a public place you peice of shit. I love Oshawa. It was great to see Kate, Nelson and Jay again had such a fun time there.

Sunday I came back to Peterborough, realized that the one important thing I forgot was my Nokia AC charger. And I had about two bars on my phone. Uggh. Luckily Steph is a Nokia freak too, so I went over to her place to get my phone charged. Hopefully it'll last a few days. I left my phone there and went to Pizza Hut with Kelly just to chat about things like we normally do. But usually we sit and talk in Subway so I guess we were just feeling like pizza that night. Well we order a medium pizza, drinks, sit down and talk... and the server brings us folk, knives plates and all... and the pizza comes out in a hot pan sort of deal. I didn't think nothing of it until Jordan Kaufman came in with Leanne. They walked over and chatted for a bit, Kaufman goes "So are you two roomates or?" And then I knew right away that from an outsiders point of view, it looks like a date. So I answer yes we're roomates. Leanne knows I'm not gay cause I really wanted her hot friend from Novia Scotia. Damn. I told Kelly that it looks like it's a date and we both thought it was funny, so we joked next time we're just going to say we're life partners.

Ok I'll get to Monday later in the morning, so just before noon I'll have it up. It's pretty interesting story and I didn't want it to overshadow this blog entry.

So until then.

Garbage Face.

I received a rather odd e-mail today in one of my Gmail accounts. It was hidden away in my spam folder, which I rarely ever check out unless I'm missing a newsletter that may have the word "win!" in it or something that would be snagged by an unforgiving algorithm.


Roslyn House
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There was also an attachment of sorts, but I dare not open it for the obvious reason. But this e-mail intrigues me on so many levels. Just the randomness of words, which word pairs up with what, the spelling mistakes and grammar. Probably my favorite would be "drop wicket centroid" it was what caught my attention in the first place.

Had a strange dream today as well that cannot make any logical sense. I was watching, or listening to a rock concert. And while listening someone informed me that the concert was going on across the road. The band was KMFDM, and the place they were performing at was in the back room of a place called "Tony Glaus Donuts" and so I went there to see the band place. I normally wouldn't think much of it until I reconized the name as a close resemblence to Troy Glaus who is a new player for the Toronto Blue Jays. I couldn't find anything about KMFDM or MDFMK coming to Toronto so, not sure what to think about this all now.

Yesterday was a quiet evening with the folks. Can't believe how much my dad is drinking these days since not being able to have any more sugar pop. I was on the phone with Kate and he started calling me, so I finally went to see him and he's cleaning out his dresser drawers. And he hands me a deck of cars with naked 1950s wormen on it hahaha. My mom bragged that they didn't have silicon breasts back then so those are all real. I took the cards. Why not. I had some conversation with Jordan that night and he said he was going to do some poker, at the time he was over at Lisa Salamones. Now this girl is probably the only human being that I know that would not matter to me if it was living or dead. That's a pretty bold statement for someone who cried when Aerith died in Final Fantasy 7. And you know what, I was never mean to this girl once, not even once, and she has had it out for me... even last year, in University, I saw her at the bar and wished her a happy birthday. And she was driving by and got her friends to yell "fag!" at me. Oh, hilarious. If you wonder why I never retaliate it's because she's fat, ugly, and mostly everyone who knows her says she's a bitch. Plus I didn't have a beer bottle to throw at the car... :D

After all that Jordan left for Scarborough with the boys to play some poker without me. A miscommunicated text message I sent him which said along the lines of me making plans for Saturday so let's do something today. He thought it meant I made plans for Friday or something. So I just sat with my dad and listening to the latest Neil Young CD we got. He really loves the song "This Old Guitar" cause the melody reminds him of something. And closing time at a bar with sweeping. He re-enacted it for me, kinda funny. But it puts another quest on the brain to try and find this supposed video.

Late in the evening I got to say the best shows are on Showcase and Life Network. On Showcase they had Sin Cities 3 where this dude does everything that can be found in cities all around the world. In the this episode he went to Brussels to be a dog, and ate dog food, and he thought it was hilarious. Then of course you know the best show on Life Network. Sex, Toys, and Chocolate hahaha.

Well anyways maybe I'll take the puppy for a walk. Peace.

I Even Get Turned Down Online...

So the other data cable came in today, doesn't work as great as I thought it would. Kinda sucks actually. On the plus side I was able to manage to get my photos off my cell phone. Sending them all from phone to online ablum would have cost 50 cents a photo and 5 cents a KB. So I saved rougly 30 dollars by spending 10 dollars on this cable. Hopefully I'll be able to get the cable to work again incase I need to take more photos off of it. If it comes to that you know.

Today was nothing really special, woke up in the earlier morn to do some work. Did that all day and handed it in later. Went to accounting today and got great tips for the final exam. Konopaski sent out an e-mail saying if we buy a ticket for this benefit dinner we get an extra 1% towards our final grade. So I managed to get the last ticket hahaha. But it was great cause the food was awesome, nice spicey chicken, some salad, rice... and for dessert some lime sherbet ice cream. Yum. I sat with Will, Brian Patrick, Michael Jack and met this new first year, Rebecca, who sat with us. She's in accounting as well.

I left the dinner early cause after eating they started an auction, and had a guy speaking in that fast annoying auction voice; I mean it is a benefit dinner for fuck sakes. So I said to Rebecca that I feel like I was in a bidding for farm animals. Cause, you know, Canadian farmers gather round buying livestock and bidding on pigs and stuff. She didn't know what I was talking about (she wasn't born here) so I was making gestures while explaining it, and I accidently bid on something in the process. Thankfully someone outbid me and Will brought it to my attention. Another thing that bugged me about the auction is that it's suppose to raise money for a good cause and one of the items was a rabbit fur scarf or something... I mean gross, who the fuck wants to bid on that while eating. Bad karma too!

I think Rebecca was taken aback when I said I hated Trent. I really really wanted to go to Western University, the more americanized style of a University/College. Instead I got stuck with some hippie bullshit. I mean I could have transferred after my first year, but I made some great friends so I guess after it's all said and done, it was worth coming here. Thanks Trent. I have so many memories at this school, but you know, sometimes I still feel like I haven't made my mark. I mean yeah I'm in the yearbooks a lot and stuff, but nothing that screams school glory.

So I have to take the 13:30 bus from Peterborough Greyhound station. Will be getting into Oshawa after about an hour. Hope it's not too cold.

Have a good night all. Peace.

Winter Inside.

Man, it is freezing in here this morning. I was about to check all the windows to see if one is open and turn up the heat. Adam said he already did that. No idea why it turned freezing all of a sudden. Well at least it is sunny outside. Last night me and Rob went to Subway in the late hours, I only got a coke though. We were saying how different this winter was from last year cause last year around this time we couldn't go outside without it being unbarably cold out.

So I called the parents and decided to take the bus back home tomorrow (Friday), have to catch that sucker at 13:30 hours. It was hard to explain to people why I needed to come home, I don't even know the reason myself. I just need to get away from here. So when I get home to Oshawa I'm going to go to Don Cherry's with my dad for some beer and eats. Man I remember in grade 12 going to that place every weekend with Brad, Peter and his brother Mike. Some of the greatest times there.

Actually managed to wake up at around 09:00 hours this morning, dispite being up til like 4 last night. I was up in the late late morning organizing MTG cards, watching TNA wrestling and such. I really should stop doing that. I have to get some work done and go to Accounting for 16:00 til 19:00. But man last night I printed out my latest simulation results for HRM 223H, fucking lost two rankings to get to 6th place out of 10 companies. I use to think the simulation was great... I thought I was doing great, and our decisions were sound. Yet somehow it said the level 1 employees were pissed they didn't get a raise like the other levels. It'll be something we need to fix for next decision set, luckily we have til after reading week to get it done.

Ok well time to get started on the day. I'll add later for sure.

Good Memories.

Well I finally finished off Zelda. I nearly started to curse and swear cause I thought it was going to count how many times I saved and quit. In the SNES version it would count them all and then give you a number in the end of how many times you saved and quit the game, and it was a counter culture among players to be part of the Zero Club for Nintendo Power back in the day for completing Zelda and getting 000. Well I got 000 in the GBA version, but I saved and quit tons of times, so I guess it was a bitter sweet completion. If I had not got 000 I would have set aside a day to do it right. Well that's the third GBA title I've completed, so far I've finished Final Fantasy 1 (I refuse to play FF2), Zelda and Sword of Mana. So what's next? Well have to get a new game to see.

Today was pretty lazy, skipped out on retail marketing to help out Rob on a presentation. I did up the powerpoint for him, luckily I was able to get that done for him before his presentation. Have to wait and see how he did.

Was thinking of coming home for the weekend, I really need to get my head clear, I already eliminated some negative factors I recently ran into. Man. Anyways, I'm going to call the parents right now and see if it's feasible to come to Oshawa.

Hey Now.

Yeah listening to the Stern right now. What a nice day off today I tell ya. Woke up around 1pm, cleaned my room a bit, ate some pudding, watched some TV on my computer. It was great. The show 24 is really getting interesting now, some great acting too, who was that guy in the metal shop though, I've seen him in some other show. Life On Mars was pretty good too, it had a weird message about sports games and fighting, something was on my mind while watching it can't recall what though... some sort of deep thought. Ah. Yeah now I remember I was thinking about graduating and not wanting to do work til then. I think I just need to clear my head a bit, maybe I'll go for a walk later.

So I met with Regoczei and crew on Monday, there is a couple youngbloods. I'm not too threatened by them, I understand taht Regoczei is trying to find some people who don't graduate right away that can help him mark papers and such. Pretty funny guys, the one dude, John Hammond (like in Jurrassic Park) said he use to have a digital camera, and we asked what happend to it he goes "It fell in the water," and we all just cracked up laughing, cause he sounded so sad when he said it. It was nice to hear that Regoczei said he misses me sitting there in his seminars, along those lines anyways, but ends up next Monday I'll be leading the class discussion with the other guys cause he'll be away in France. That's so awesome, that's something I've always wanted to do. He also was asking me about digital photography and whether I was still using the polaroids, and I said yes, but I also said something that surprised me... I want a digital camera. He thanked me for the teepee, said to the youngbloods that I gave him a teepee, I took a polaroid of the teepee and put it on my test. I've been a film avocate for years, but I want a digital camera to accompany my polaroid cameras just to take pictures. I would need one with 6 megapixels or higher though. So I guess I'll look into it for sure. But it was fun to be working for Regoczei again, just sitting there in that conference room with everyone.

Ok, well this is a long ass time to post. I'll post tomorrow sooner. 9am class tomorrow. Yay. Peace ya'll.

The Board Is Dead.

Well the Steelers won, everyone knows it, and it's great. The best part in the last three years is that every superbowl we have gotten together with a mission to cook a lotta food and eat it. And this year the tradition was kept. I only hope that in the years to come, when I'm not around this school anymore a few things will be continued that we started here at Trent. Like "ninja night" the day before Head of the Trent, suave saturdays, booze made me do it nights, the superbowl food fest... bunch of little traditions here and there.

What day is it today? Sunday? Well I guess technically Monday. I already posted something for Saturday, forgot to mention that I actually managed to wake up early Saturday to play squash with Nick. I am getting really better at it, before I could not serve worth shit, but that has changed and it is decent. So I will keep at it, and have some fun, challenge my accounting prof!

This post is taking way more time to do than it should. I am talking to someone I met on the DQ8 fansite (please click that link), who was selling keychains. Ended up just chatting it up with the person, who happens to be from London, ON and is some asian chick. Right now we're talking about PS1 games. Really cool person. Invited me to go to Anime North with her, and I just might, cause I remember what Jordan told me, you just gotta go for those opportunities when they come.

Speaking of; Jordan sent me something online, apparently he kept all the radio shows he use to do way back in 2001 and 2002 on OnEleven. The show was called Simple Minds, him and this girl Shawna would do this show Thursday nights. I would listen in and interact through ICQ, cause, well, I was in Peterborough doing up pub nights and they were downtown Oshawa. It's interesting to hear it again, I remember being in my rez room, hanging by their every word, wanting to go hang with my roomates but not wanting to leave the computer. It's kinda how it is right now with me listening to Howard Stern, only I can pause Stern seeing that it's downloaded episodes. Anyways, the show he sent me was a trivia of guessing TV shows, one of them was Price is Right, and Shawna made a comment saying "what is he like 90 years old" and when she said that I looked it up on wikipedia as I was listening to the recorded show... sure enough old habits never die as Jordan announced that I messaged through ICQ the correct age of Bob Barker.

It was a weird trip down memory lane, Shawna talking about how she is coming to Trent (which lasted a week when she got here), me saying how much it rules (when I really hate it here now), and talking to Becky online. Someone I met in the glory days of DALnet, from London, ON too actually. I don't talk to her anymore, just one of those internet friends you just don't bother to keep in touch with.

Well I need to get some sleep, waking up early to finish off accounting to hand in for 10:00 tomorrow. Stupid ass accounting.

Meat Sandwich.

Man some days I tell ya, you are just off. That was the case on Saturday. It started out ok, went to the gym really early and played squash with my buddy Nick, worked out a bit after. Then headed to my group meeting where we finished our ADMN223H again for the week. After that I went home and relaxed. Adam had to take his car into a shop way over the other side of town. So me Adam and Rob went to go get it so we can go to Wal-Mart. Oh man, it was snowing like crazy out there. I was talking in a voice that sounds like Patches O'Callaghan from Dodgeball the whole time; it was pretty funny. Walked into the shop, some woman was on the phone, Adam was talking to the guy and I say: "Ohh man, I got a big snowfall in my eyeball." You'd have to imagine the voice, so I guess if you haven't seen Dodgeball it's not really funny.

Then after we got back from Wal-Mart we started partying. Tim came over, Kelly, and Tammy. It was fun. Tim is a nice dude, he's Rob and Adams kickboxing instructor and the whole time here was here he was making fun of those two, saying how they complain all the time, throw punches like girls... it was so funny. So we went to Junction and it was alright, a lot... and I mean a lot of techno. I guess I just wasn't in the mood for it or something. But I did dance with this girl on the dance floor the whole time pretty close, made out and such... nothing pursued afterwards cause I don't really do that anymore. Yeah I think I won't be going to Junction for a long while, it was too shitty. The drinks got way more expensive, the music is garbage. Fuck it.

So what's on the agenda today? Well it's Superbowl later today, so gotta get some wings ready. Before that I have to get some work done.

And let's hope the Steelers win!