If Fate Would Have It.

Man I couldn't find my alarm today and it ended up being underneath a kleenex tissue. I was so tired from staying up last night that I snoozed my alarm for an hour. So I'm up now and I gotta get ready because I need to work on my accounting assignment today. Anyways, here is my Wednesday March the 29th.

I hid my cell phone in this metal bucket with the alarm set for 07:00 hours in the morning. When it set off I convolted out of bed looking frantically for the phone to shut it off. When I finally found it I reset the alarm for 45 minutes and rolled back into bed. When I finally got up it was around 08:00 hours, I rushed to get ready because I have a presentation when class begins at 09:00 hours. So I put on my dockers khakis, belt, with stripped grey dockers shirt tucked in, and I put on my jays baseball cap to pat down my hair. I leave the house at 08:30 hours to catch the West Bank bus. There was suppose to be a bus leaving at 8:30, 8:35, 8:40, 8:45 and so on. The bus doesn't come to the stop until 08:50 hours. At this point I am just furious. What can I do though? Complain to the bus driver and get kicked off? I was so mad. As I got off the bus I did get to complain to my good friend Edgar who said to me "The bus always gets me late man." I was almost ten minutes late for class but I was lucky that presentations did not start yet.

I go to the washroom to make sure I look alright. I look in the mirror in the washroom in the Gzowski basement, my hair is greasey and nearly hangs in front of my eyes, there is obvious racoon baggy eyes from the lack of sleep I've been getting, and I'm unshaven cause frankly I didn't have time to in the morning. Ok time to present. When my group got up there it was nothing horrible, but nothing great, I was just glad it was over. Then I had to sit there and watch the other presentations. When they were all over I bolted. Karen ran into me outside of class and told me to come to retail marketing class. I told her that there was no way I was going to that class today. So she called me a slacker like always. As I walked towards the bus stop I could not help but admire the nice heat we're getting. All I could think about is sitting on the porch after a nice nap. I'm waiting for the bus at the library steps, the sun bakes down on them, and in the shaded areas underneath the cement ceiling it gets pretty cold with a light breeze. I feel really hungry at this point so I rush in towards the great hall to grab a strawberry milk. I down it fairly fast and then the bus rolls up.

When I get back home I run into Rob and Cedric out on the porch. We all move the chairs to the lawn because the shade was still hitting porch with no sun. Rob takes one of the chars and rams it into our muddy lawn. It sinks deeper and deeper into the ground and we're both laughing. Rob tells me that he wants to go downtown to get a candle. You see, a few weeks ago we all got candles at the local Price Chopper, but they all did not burn properly. Adam wants to stop at the card shop, and I do as well, so we all embark on the journey. We first stop at the local macs cause I was craving something to eat, ended up getting a twix bar. This weird looking bald guy was hanging around the shop, totally freaking us out. So we hurried along down Alymer street. All of a sudden our conversations is interupted by these screaching tires. This big faded black Ford truck pulls up across the street from us and drops off this kid with a cigarette in his mouth. He looks like he's nine years old, seriously. The black truck has garbage all over it, in the box, in the cab... and Rob said that he bets it's been in there since the winter. The truck screaches in a U-Turn around and back the other way. But I guess it turned around again because as we approached Hunter street it whipped by us.

We finally make it to the candle store on Charlotte street and walk in. "Smells like candles in here." I said as I walked in. "Oh can you smell it from outside?" The girl behind the counter said.
"Oh yeah." I murmur.
"How are you doing today?" She asks.
"Ok." I respond. And I didn't notice but apparently I said that in the most depressing manner, because Rob started laughing and later informed me of this fact.
The candle shop of course had hundreds of candles in the store, all sorts of colours. It was dimly lit in the place relying on the sunlight from the outside as the main source of light. Lots of candles were available in jar that were fat on the base but near the lit was smaller in circumference. I smelled one that red Macintosh. It smelt like the very same sweet apples.

We told her our story of getting the candles from the grocery store and how they did not burn properly. She told us to never get a candle from a grocery store. She also shared some stories of how people left candles burning when they went to work and thought the company would have to pay for a torched coffee table. Pretty funny stuff. We stopped in Cottage Toys as well, I looked around for some Globe stuff, but there was none in sight. We then made our way to the card shop. I get a couple of booster packs and Adam gets a bunch of stuff too. Yeah me and him are geeks, so what. I ask Rob if he's getting anything and he just gives me this face and says "Oh, yeah, yeah I'm getting something." Sarcastically.

When we retun home Rob and I just sit on the porch for a bit. I put a bunch of paper into the burned up soup can and light them on fire to get a good flame going. Jeff comes up and talks to us too as he returns from class. When Cedric comes out he tells us that he wants to come to the Macs. So I get my wallet and stuff from upstairs and we go to the Macs. As we approach it, I noticed that Kalyn is walking down the street so I go up to her. "Hey! How are you doing?" I ask. "Great! I saw you walking there and thought I knew who it was." She responds. We talk for a bit and I give her instructions on how to add me to MSN. "Vinyl.. October, one word at hotmail dot com." She nods and walks off. If you have been a long time reader of this blog you may have remembered this post.

She walks off in the distance and I'm happy that I got to run into her again. I get a couple pepsis and we go back to our place. We all sit on the porch chatting it up. I tell them how that girl was one of the first friends I made in University.

The night was just me and Adam playing cards, until Kristen came over to use him for sex. I'm kidding. Kinda. So Rob and I just watched some TV until he wanted to get some sleep. And so I just sat by my computer typing up blog enteries until rolling into bed.

Bend And Break.

Man it's already three in the morning. That last blog entry was almost not going to be done tonight. For some reason blogger.com was running really slow and was not letting me load up my saved drafts. I'm so exhausted right now and I'm not looking forwards to tomorrow because I need to wake up and finish up my last accounting assignment. A lot is riding on completing it with an amazing mark. Nothing less than 90% is acceptable.

I would normally start writing up about the rest of my day but I just wrote a whole lot already. And so I'll get to it later.

By the way do you all like the new layout for the blog? I think it's pretty sweet, took a little while to figure out how to modify the template. I got the hang of it now though.

I mentioned to Jordan today that this blog will be coming to an end after my school semester is done. Continuity is key for this blog. So right now I'm in the process of thinking of another original and awesome blog title.

Plus I need to figure out what I will write about.

Anyways, I'll try and add more stuff soon, cause I have a lot of catching up to do. But school comes first, glad you all understand.

Peace.

Whitehouse (Part 2).

The following takes place on Friday March 24th.

As I left off from before I just walked into the main bar area after paying the guy cover to get in. The place looked pretty interesting. It looked like a cheap hotel dining hall on the inside. The walls were painted a midtoned green with clamshell-like light fixtures on the pillars. The Tables were all black with simple chair seating all around, there was a pit in the centre of the bar that people were dancing in, bright lights shown on them. Multi-coloured light mechanisms flashed bright colours all over the room, and the bouncers walked around with bright red shirts on that read "Secret Service."

I see Karen and a group of people sitting with her so I come up and greet them. "I'll be right back, need to grab a beer." I said. "Where is the bar?"
"Just over there." Karen points to an area adjacent to the pit.
I walk up and try to find a hole in the line of guys standing in front of the bar looking attentively at the pit. Finally grab a spot and hold a five dollar bill in my hand. "Corona." I said. She couldn't hear me over the music. "CORONA!" I yelled. She nodded in response and popped the cap and stuck a lime in it. I return to the tables and Karen introduces me to her roomate Ashley.

We talk for a bit and I find out that she is from Whitby, which is pretty close to my hometown Oshawa. She asked what school I went to and when I responded with Pereyma her eyes widened. "Do you know Zeg?!" She asked. Unfortunately I do know Zeg. I went to elementary school with this guy and he was a total waste of a life. Last time I saw him he just got back from getting his fingerprints done. Apparently they were really good friends. Ashley then introduces me to Katie who was her highschool friend. Man these two kind of look familiar. "Do you mind me smoking?" Katie asked. I didn't really like it but I said I didn't care.

Some of the friends that they came with got kicked out cause the bouncers thought they were too drunk. Karen just bought me a Corona, so as they left for the Trash I remained there with Karen, Ash and Katie. Ashley was doing most of the talking being very intoxicated. After our drinks we decide to go to the Rooster. As we're walking up George street the girls are stumbling trying to take digital photos of themselves. They recruit some random guy to walk with us. I can't remember his name. When we arrive at the Rooster there is a short line up to get into the club. I overhear one of the bouncers say that the club is at capacity. Cedric, my roomate, is at the door as well. I go up to him and see how's it doing and he gets straight to business. "How many?"
"Four." I said, even though there were only three girls. I figured one of them might try to take the random guy too.
"Ok that's cool, just hurry it up." He says with a smile.
I look over at Karen and twitch my neck towards the door and the girls show ID and get into the bar. "I owe you one." I said entering through the doors. As I'm going in I can overhear the girl who was in front of the line yell at Cedric. "What?! I thought you guys said you were at capacity, what the hell is this shit?"

I find out later that Cedric just said to her "some people get courtesy".

"Well you are certainly awesome to be around!" Ashley says and kisses my cheek. As I pay cover the girl across from the rediculously high table slaps down the coins back at me and one flips off the table to the floor. We share a laugh cause we both know that we are very much intoxicated. Instinctively we all go right to the bar where Mike Sims serves up Coronas and bitch drinks for the girls. Then we hit up the dance floor, right now I can't get enough of that new Sean Paul song "Temperature". That and the song "If It's Lovin' That You Want" by Rihanna. Ashley and Karen leave temporarily so I dance with Katie for a bit. This big black guy creeps up behind her and she starts to shake her booty into his crotch. I glance back over and the guy is reaching in... well you know. I pay no mind and keep dancing in close proximity, just to make sure this guy isn't going to be a problem. Karen and Ash return and I tell them that I'll return in a bit. I go over and greet Kelly who has been going to the Rooster at lot lately. We do THE handshake and laugh. "Yo yo man, Nancy is here yo." He says. I perk up and say "Oh ya?" Sure enough she walks up to both of us five minutes later wearing this black sleek shirt. I dance with her for maybe four seconds before her and her crew go off into the crowd. I return back to the group of girls I came with.

At this point the big black guy is dancing with both Katie and Ashley under his arms. The girls get weirded out and escape to the bar. I get another Corona while we're there. We chat for a bit and I say "Hi." to a few people I reconize. After our retreat we decide to head back into dance floor. Man I really have to take a piss. I hand one of the girls my beer and head to the washroom. Scott, my other roomate, is hanging out there (he works at the bar too) and we chat for a bit. I make my way into the guys washroom. Probably one of the nastiest washrooms in all the bars/clubs in Peterborough. I think Champs on Simcoe street takes the prize for that honour. It's comprised of the usual sinks with foam soap dispensers, typical condom machine that probably never works (do people actually use these?), wet tile flooring and open urinals packed close together. The actual "stalls" are just brick walls that don't even reach the top of the ceiling. I chose to squeeze into one of these and aim for the toilet. I play around and whip my stream up and over to the walls, kinda chuckling to myself as I'm doing this. A thin line of watery urine slowly runs towards my shoes. Crap. I finish my business before I get any new stains on my shoes. As I wash my hand this black guy sitting on a stool sprays liquid soap into my hands. "Thanks man." I say to him. He hands me some paper towel and I head back to the dance floor.

I retrieve my beer and start dancing again. Kelly and I exchange glances and smile in approval of some of the songs the DJ plays (that sounds really gay but it's what we do). I finish my beer and put it by one of the pillars at the dance floor. Karen and Ashley leave again, not sure where. I dance with Katie for a while and she makes it over my way and starts to dance close with me. She presses her body to mine and we match our rythms grinding against one another. She presses even closer and wraps her arms around my neck. I position my thigh inbetween her legs and run my hand up to the middle of her back. She runs her hand in my hair and grabs a mit full and tugs it a bit. Our foreheads bump together and I move in for a kiss. We tease each other with the tongue and kiss fully aware that everyone can see. Karen and Ash return and take a digital photo of us. We all start laughing about it, I'm not embarassed at all.

The night is coming to an end and so we leave the Rooster. The majority ruled that the next stop has to be Pete's Subs on Brock and George. I'm walking beside Katie with my arm around her waist. We both stumble a small bit. As we get to the crosswalk waiting for walk sign, I pull her in and she presses her two hands on my chest. It was strange because it felt like a natural fluid reaction. After eating some fries we get a cab ride home.

What a night.

Dry Throat.

Man it is so damn hot in this house all of a sudden. So when is the last time I actually posted on here? Yeah I got worst news too:

Hiatus. I have so much work right now that I couldn't possibly write in this blog as much as I use to. I'll try to finish off the stories tomorrow.

I have a presentation at 9am for Management Thought, it's only going to be like 5 mins long and three slides. Seems like a waste to me. It's not even worth many marks either. If it wasn't a group assignment I'd probably not even bother.

Then when I get back from class I'll take a nap and then finish off some stories.

I gotta do the rest of my Friday night (Whitehouse)... saturday, sunday, monday and tuesday.

Fuck...

Whitehouse.

I'm sitting by my computer on a Friday night starring into my computer screen. I'm very groggy cause at around 17:00 hours I decided to take a small nap. That ended up to be the worst decision of my life cause after I woke up two hours later I felt useless. As I'm sitting there Karen messages me online and tells me to come out with her to this bar called the Whitehouse. This bar, located on Charlotte street, has a bad rep. When people talk about dirty bars, they are usually referring to bars like the Whitehouse. I've never been in there and in five years I proudly told people that fact. She told me to come cause she's going with some roomate and her friends and what not. I told her that I'd think about it and I called up some friends to see what they are all doing. Each one indicated that they are going to Rooster. That's normally where I'd want to go as well. I mention this to Karen but plans can not be changed and the Whitehouse is the destination in stone.

So I get ready for the bar with my white Reebok warm up jacket and jeans, and walk to the Whitehouse. Of course I stop in at the local Macs to get some cash out first. I lightly jog some parts of the way because I am already late in meeting them there. The exterior of the bar is quite a marvel. It's all white (obvious) with lightbulbs blinking around the windows. And then there is a big sign that says "Whitehouse" in white letters on a red background. It just feels out of place, like it belongs to a circus. I enter the bar behind these 40 year olds. The bouncer takes a look at my ID and notices the sticker on it. "Yeah I gotta get it renewed fast." I said. He nods and I continue to the next guy. "That will be four dollars." The old man says. I give him a twenty and he gives me back $17 dollars. I kinda think for a moment and realize that he gave me back the wrong ammount. Oh well! I then walk into the meat of the building.

Ok I am so tired right now. It's 02:00 hours at night, I think I'm going to just post this as it is and do up a part 2 tomorrow. I have to get up bright and early to get my license renewed. So until then.

Peace.

Strawberry Milk.

Well it's sunday morning and I still have a towel wrapped around me after getting out of the shower. It's so bright and sunny outside, I should go for a walk and get some groceries or what not. I'm out of the important stuff like juice. I also need to clean my room badly, it's a complete mess here. So I finally finished that post on Thursday called "Loser Party" and I'm really sorry it took so long. I guess with all the group meetings and stress I just find it harder and harder to sit here and type away at my blog. Anyways I'm going to go out to do grocery shopping and when I get back I'm going to type away at the newest story.

So look for it later today.

Peace.

Loser Party.

"Anyways Rob have a good weekend, I'm heading out."
"Where you heading man?"
"Uhhh well, it's sort of this party for the volunteers for Walkhome."
"Oh ok. Well have fun at your loser party."
"Yeah yeah. Free pizza. See ya."

I put on my sweater, leather coat and toque and head out to catch the bus. I'm on my way to this Walkhome party and award ceremony. I jog to the bus stop cause I am late and figure I don't want to miss the bus. I get there are there is someone waiting for the bus already. He is staring off at the distance opposite to the direction I'm walking. He stands there with his mouth open looking. I am kinda freaked out cause I'm not sure if he's looking at me or not. He turns around and starts kicking the post of the catwalk. I stand there trying to ignore this behavior.

I get on the bus and immediately make my way to the back of the bus and sit at the corner near the window. The bus rolls along and stop at Traill. Megan Davis, my walkhome partner, gets on the bus with another girl and Barb. So who is Barb you may be asking. I'll tell you. When I first came to this University in 2001, I could not get into residence because I was late in getting acceptance. So I was on a long waiting list. My cousin with high influence at Trent was able to get me bumped up, and when some girl left room A22 in Champlain. I moved in. That girl was Barb. Since then she's be notorious on campus as the weirdest girl around. Very loud and obnoxious to boot as well.

We get to campus thankfully, I was about to drill out my brains from them talking. I hold back cause I don't want to walk near them when I go to the party. I call up Andrew on my cell phone just outside the library to see if he's home. No answer. I look around and notice that there are not very many students at all right now which is odd at this time because a lot of students hang in the library til late hours doing big projects and assignments. I make my way to the Champlain senoir common room. I walk through the Great Hall to get there, all the chairs are flipped upside down and on top of the tables. The lone janitor starts to sweep the floors with the long brush broom. I stand in front of the door to the senoir common room and pause for a second and peer inside. Open the door and walk in. A couple people I don't know greet me and I nod my head in recognition.

The room is really dark because the lighting is very selective with lamps here and there. The couches on the far corner have big tan leather cushions that tower upwards giving the whole "L" shaped seat the impression that it's throne like. They have set up a pop and chip format on the tables until the pizza arrives which apparently comes in half an hour. I talk to Nick and Maekala. We joke around by ourselves away from the rest of the population. Nick was given the responsibility of taking photos for the head of security for a webpage somewhere. It was announced that the awards will be announced. People go up and receive prizes and awards it's pretty funny. That girl barb keep interupting the people speaking to say these out-there unfunny jokes. It's really getting annoying. "Ok and the best new volunteer for downtown is:" The girl says. Hey I wonder if it's me? "Matt-" and then she said someone else last name. Drat. Would have been funny if I got it cause I only did like six shifts total. Would have did more if Megan Davis did not exist.

So the pizza arrives and we all dig in. Nick finally ditched the camera and sat with me and Maekala. People are taking pictures of us. These two other people join us, Tom and Robin. Tom is a first year and really quiet. Robin is some 2nd year girl who wanted to join our end cause the other side is "crazy." We welcome them both. Nick and Tom have to go set up some trivia and Maekala leaves. So I end up sitting with Robin and chatting. We throw questions and answers back and forth, silence enguffs us inbetween thinking of things to say to each other. The trivia starts and so we just sit by and watch. I don't know any of the questions. When it ends we sit and chat a bit more until everyone starts leaving. I hitch a ride with Robin to Parkhill where she lives. She doesn't really know Peterborough so I figure I'll just go visit Kelly. As I exit out of her car I ask for her MSN which she gives me. That was the last that I've heard of her though, no idea why she'd give me her MSN and not add me.

So I just sit and chat with Kelly for a bit for our usual talk of girls and Adam's misdeeds.

Then I walked home.

We Like Fires.

"We need to get this baby lit." Rob said with a smile. I run upstairs to get a full book of matches. Run back down and rob walks in to get get a can of shoe spray. I take match out of the book one by one and lay them in the soup can. I strike the last match in my hand and hold it in front of my eyes for a second and dropped it in the can.

Earlier today.

I wake up with a pounding headache again. It was earlier than I thought it was, only about 10:00 hours. I instinctly crawl out of bed and turn on my computer monitor and start moving the mouse. Right away Keith messages me on MSN: "hey homie". Keith is my old working partner for when I worked for GreenLawn. We talk for a bit and he tells me he's starting up work again next week. That's sorta cool, I might start up a job there after I am done summer school, depends. I did my usual run of looking up blog sites, and other related gaming news sites for my daily dose of video game goodness. Apparently they showed off pictures of Nintendo's latest console, codename Revolution, at the latest Game Developer's Conference. It looks pretty weird if you ask me. One person compared it to a cable modem. Apparently they are going to reveal the name of the console pretty soon so Joystiq cause they'll have it up there first. Apparently the console will allow you to download a vast array of old nintendo titles from systems of old. Nothing I haven't been doing with emulators since Grade 10. Other neat news is the PlayStation 3 will be region free in regards to gaming. What does that mean? Those sweet japanese games will run on North American consoles.

I looked at my hands and it looks very irritated. Kinda red with flakey skin. I looked up skin diseases online and looks like it might be derma-something or a very small case of eczema. In which case I need to get some hand moisterizer to get rid of it. So I decided that I wanted to go to Shopper Drug Mart to get some Nivea cream or whatever. I looked up the weather online and it said 5 degrees celicus. That's pretty sweet! So I looked around for my baseball cap. No such luck. My room is a diaster with clothes all over the floor, recepts from ATMs, and a big pile of papers of school work. I moved everything off the floor to the bed and try to clean up the room for a bit.

Cedric walks out of his room to go up to Rob's room for a cigarette. "Hey man, wanna smoke that out on the porch?" I ask. He agrees and we both sit out by the porch. There is a small cold wind that comes and goes but not at a fast speed. I'm sitting on my usual chair spinning around once in a while. Cedric lights up a smoke with a match. I look in the recycling bins by our chairs and pull out a soup can placing it inbetween us. I stuff some old flyers into the can and light a march onto it to watch it burn. Cedric sees it about to die out so he rips some more paper and puts it on. "I'm glad I'm not the only pyro here" I say jokingly. "Oh no worries guy, I think everyone has a bit of pyro in him" He replies and we both laugh. After it keep going out we stuff leaves and dry sticks into the can and light it over and over to no avail. To my surprise Rob comes up behind me and grabs me for a scare. I jump a little bit and go "Hey ya." It's at that poing that Rob demands that this baby gets going.

So as I drop the match into the can the fire slowly fires up and small flair sounds come from within the can when the matches ignite. Rob then takes the shoe spray can and shakes then, presses down on the button and flames shoot up. Cedric stands up and walks away. Rob begins his laughter and continues to spray flammable stuff into the file causing burst and burst of flame. Eventually the fun dies out and so does the content of the spray can.

We relax some more in the sun and venture out the local Macs once in a while. Rob and myself laugh as we talk in southern accents about having a "drinking can" as a possession. It came about when Rob decided to take a can of apple juice with him when we walked to Macs.

Then I sort of just stayed inside for the most part. Watched bits and peices of A River Runs Through It. Really sad-like film that makes you think about childhood and what your future will be like.

I'm going to this Walkhome Award Ceremony at 20:00 hours today, so I'll probably will have a post about that.

So until then.

Peace.

Terrorist.

It's a very difficult feeling to describe when you have a lack of sleep. I woke up at 07:30 hours this morning and I felt like my head could fall off my shoulders. I set my alarm for 40 mins and went back to sleep. When I woke up again the result was the same to a lesser degree. Karen messaged me online telling me I better show up to class today. She was right though, I've missed a lot of classes cause of projects and cause they were showing this movie WallStreet for a couple of weeks. I got my stuff together and went to school. I managed to run and catch the EastBank bus at the Alymer stop. Some guy got on the bus, he was overweight and had this long pea coat on, chubby face, and some weird toque with thick braided strings attached at the ear flaps with a hoodie sweater over it. He just gave me the evil eye for some reason. I had my oakely's on so he couldn't see my eyes but I remained motionless. I just wanted to say "Buddy, what the fuck are you looking at?" But I did not.

I walk into class and there is a different professor standing there. She's short and wide, long red coat with gold colour buttons. Grey hair that is very straight and to her shoulders. I was a little weirded out when she asked the class "Why am I here?" Apparently a lot of students have her in ADMN 350, which is a required full year course for B.B.A. students. So a lot of students in that class were joking with her. She was kind of obscene too saying the "F bomb" over and over. Of course I don't really mind cause I say it all the time too. The whole lecture was about the dependant relationship between manager and employee and compared it to the dependable relationship between teacher and student. We are experts in this sort of relationship and she went around asking everyone for examples. When she got to me I told her how I love to give something back to the professor or teacher that let's them remember the experience. Like photocopying my notes because I always jot down quotes the professor say in class when they go off on a tangent. Or I take a polaroid of the class and give it to the teacher. Stephen Regoczei still thanks me for the polaroid picture of the teepee on campus. He claims that I gave him a teepee. You wouldn't get it. One thing that stood out during her lecture was when she claimed to read eyes (not minds) and the eyes tell your story. "At least four people didn't eat breakfast" She said. Walked up close to me "And at least four people didn't get any sleep and have to keep their eyes open with toothpicks." How could she possibly know I didn't get any sleep?

After class I went up to the business office to pick up my Retail Marketing paper. After I get it I look at the back for the mark. 56% was written in pencil with Arabic-like scribble that I guess were what I did wrong. I was completely demoralized from seeing that mark. Thoughts invaded my head of having to re-take the course in the summer, or dropping the course, but knowing that could never happen. So the only option was to talk to the professor. I had an hour before my next lecture so I went to cheer myself up by getting a pizza and coke. And like the computer supply in Trent, every cafeteria on campus was out of pizza. At that point I was just more and more emotionally lost. I was just aimlessly walking around campus. I finally walked all the way to the Great Hall to get some plain cheese pizza. I sat there overlooking the Otonabee river. The current was flowing at a rapid rate, of course I've seen this before being a Champlain resident for my first couple years at Trent. It's an indication of fluctuation in ice flows, so spring weather is approaching fast. I sort of felt sick after eating the pizza though, not sure why. Almost like a tiny pain in my abdomen.

I got up and went back to Gzowski and just sat on one of the benches by the windows. I leaned back so the back of my head rested on the glass. I closed my eyes and concentrated on my breathing. I could almost fall asleep. The basement (or red light district) was busy with students running to and fro. This section of the school feels like the most like where I belong. It's where the Business Admin wing is, and I always run into people I know there. The basement is where nearly all my classes are so I am there everyday pretty much. When I was in the English program I never really had a place that I felt like I belonged too, nor did I make too many friends in my classes. The ones I did have all left or I do not see anymore. Business students on the other hand, I see them at business socials and at the bars and what not. Class begins and I sit with Karen again. I jot down some notes and then I see Karen making up a grid. Last week I started up a game of SOS with her, which is a great way to make lectures go faster. We played that game again for the last 30 mins of lecture.

Afterwards I went to talk to the professor about my mark and the unreadable comments he made about it. It bids me to follow him to his office to have the conversation. He leads me and a bunch of other students upwards to his office. Someone goes in before me so I wait in line with Meesha and Tracy. I've had Tracy in my COST 261H class years back with my good friend Will. She's a really short and soft-spoken girl who is really sweet and kind. Meesha is someone I met in my Communications class, she's brown as well, really pleasant looking face and wonderful smile. It was actually funny I normally wouldn't have went up to make her acquintance, but she started to talk to me about my polaroid pictures after my presentation for that Communications class. We've been "Hey there" friends ever since. We were talking about summer school and classes and stuff, in El-Amir's office we can hear the professor yelling back at the student with the door wide open. "Oh man... great, I have to go in there to talk to my paper as well, and now he's upset." I said. Tracy made a wincing face and squeaked a good luck to me. The student left the room in a huff.

I go in there and immediately shut the door because I don't want anyone to hear him yell at me. I show him the paper and he goes over his comments. He think questions me on my essay about what I meant by this, how do these things relate. And to be honest I told him. "-I mean, I haven't literally looked at this paper in a month, I can't honestly tell you the connection I wrote cause I can see it right now, and I don't have the lecture notes on me." I said, sort of trying to lower my voice. At one point in the conversation I said: "Look, is it possible that I could get a re-read of my essay, cause I really don't see how I should only get a 56%." He confirms that I can get a re-read (which sort of helped me in an English class. Sort of.), but he continues to scan through the essay questioning me some more. "Well I can see what you were trying to say here now from looking over it and talking to you, I probably looked over it fast, and I was harse on the marking grade." He continues to scan it. "I can bump this mark up." Continues to scan and read blurbs from my essay. He checks his watch over and over because it's close to seminar teaching time. "Yes well compared to other papers I would not give this more than a 70%, and talking to you I can see that you do know what you're talking about, you just need to focus on the links more. And so I'll give you 75% because I was wrong in my marking, it was my mistake." At this point I had to make sure my jaw didn't drop, I did not actually think he'd break and give me a deserving mark. Or was it deserving? So I just nod my head and almost whisper an okay. And a thank you. I walk out of the office with a 75% on my paper and a smirk on my face.

I grab a strawberry milk (best shit in the world) to celebrate. Definitely a mood change from this morning. I heard from Kristen that they are watching a video in class, so I walk upstairs and get on the EastBank bus heading back towards civilization. Beside me is that same guy who gave me the evil eye.

Continuity I suppose.

Catchin' Up.

Watched prison break and 24 just now. It was really nice to see the return of Prison Break after it's three month hiatus. I was going to post about the keg party I went to on friday where I drank and drank and didn't get buzzed, and then went to the bar to dance with Crystal and Marisa. But I just was not feeling up to the task I'll be honest with you. So I thought I'd just mention it and then write about my Saturday night going to Scott's birthday party, but honestly, all that happend was a bunch of talking and then going to SFL to find no one there and then me just going home. So I figure there wasn't much to write about. Sunday. I don't even remember what happend Sunday other than I stayed up til five in the morning dicking around on my computer even though I knew I had to wake up early this morning.

Prison Break is already starting to annoy me. It's becoming too predictable now. 24 on the other hand, I won't spoil anything, but holy fuck I did not see that coming. So I'm just chillin here now after watching those shows and reading up on my Trent e-mail. Walkhome wants me to do a shift fill in this Friday with that Megan Davis character. I'm debating on it. I don't know if I really can stand it with her. Also got an e-mail from the Trent IT department on how they are expanding their wireless networks. It's funny because they refer to the basement of Gzowski college as "The Redlight District" which I thought was sort of funny. You see in the basement the lighting is cylinder red plastic tubes with a lightbulb in the middle. They also mention that The Crypt has wireless connectivity as well.

Anyways, I'll write a little bit about today (Which means a lot).

I wake up and it's around 08:00 hours, I am so tired, but it's entirely my fault as I mentioned already. I quickly print out some necessary documents for this morning for classes and head out the door. I need to meet my friend Sam for 09:00 hours at the bus terminal to interview some manager at the Boys & Girls Club in Peterborough. I walk up and look around and don't see him outside so I walk towards the inside waiting area. Inside there is the usual crowd of degenerates and homely people. The men wear dirty work jackets or fanel. The women are still in a sort of 90s era with jump suits with bright colours. I sit down beside Sam and we both remove our earbuds from our respective music players. "Sam."
"Hello."
We shake hands.
"Did you bring the recording device?" He asks.
"Yep, all in here." I respond looking down at my bag.
"So I guess I'll just take notes while you ask the questions."
"I don't think we need to take notes, we're recording the interview."
"How confident are you in the quality of your recording."
"Very."
So we agree on not taking notes.

Our bus, COLLISON, arrives and the bus drivers says for us to go on. We walk all the way to the back. We sit across from each other in a new style bus almost like a GO Train design seating. The bus driver calmy walks towards me. "Do you have a pass or something?" He asks. "Yeah." I reach into my back pocket and flip my Trent ID. He scans it and says thanks and walks back to the front of the bus. The bus pulls out and drives down George street. We look at the numbers of the buildings to estimate when to get off the bus. When we finally see Princess street (the nearest crossroad to the location) someone already rung the bell so we get off the bus. We are greeted by a big gust of freezing wind. The building looks like an old house remodeled. Along the side is a mural of children in play with blue waves and other things like stars and such. We walk inside and someone asks if they could help us. Sam tells her the name of the woman we are seeking and she pops up from behind a computer and greets us with a smile. We explain that we are the students that requested to interview her for our project so she leads us to the conference room.

The conference room is one long table that curves round on the ends. Old grey carpet chairs are in place around the whole table. The odd paper bulltin is on the walls, other than that it is plain white. We all sit down. The woman has a really really dark tan and tons of make-up, her hair is dyed red.
"Ok so what is this interview about?"
We explain the details of the interview and show her the consent form that she signed.
"Now, I don't remember seeing you come in before." She said.
"Our other group member, Richard, came in with this form." Sam explained.
"I just don't remember-" She examines the paper.
What the fuck is the problem, it's YOUR signature.
"-I had another group of students come in too, they are doing presentations soon."
Me and Sam just kinda look at her thinking "where is this going?"
"Are you in the same class or what not?" She asked.
"I don't imagine so, we don't have presentations for a while." Sam explained.
"Well what I'm getting at here is I am wondering how my name is being distributed to be doing all these interviews with students?"
Me and Sam just kinda look at her.
"I'm not really sure." Sam said.
She examined the consent form more.
"Yeah the other group had the same form. So I mean, if I've already done one interview. I don't see the purpose to do it again."
Are you fucking kidding me? ARE YOU fucking kidding me?
"It's a consent form miss, it's a general paper that is used by every department in the University. The only difference between one and the other is the course title." I said. I am really biting my tongue.
"Oh." She says.
"Do you want to see our questions?" I ask.
So we show her the questions and she agrees to the interview because the questions are different. I'll briefly give you a sense of hose it went:

Sam asks: "So what is the tougest decision you had to face as a manager."
"Terminating people." She replied.
Sam is sort of caught off guard by the short answer.
"So was that tou-well, obviously it was tough, but what was the result of that?"
"They were terminated." She said quickly in a perky condensending voice.
Well thanks for that you fucking bitch, you could have ellaborated on how the employees reacted, how they felt, did you offer conseling, did you explain why it happend, were they close, did you help them get another job. Fucking bitch.

So afer the brutal interview we braved the cold winds and went home. So very tired. I rest for a bit and then head to campus for my HRM class. We had a guest speaker today who was incredibly boring and he went on for two hours. Class ends at 14:00 hours and he was still talking and just was just past half done his lecture. It didn't help that this bitch in class was giving him her life fucking story with her business. During the break Joevan took me into the ATOP lab beside my lecture hall. It's full of SUN system computers with some Java Desktop System as an operating sytem. It was so cool. You need a password to get into the lab as well which is really really cool, so this was probably the only time I would be able to get in there.

Got back home and just chilled out for the rest of the day.

Anyways, I'll try to keep up more at posting hahaha.

Peace.

Blur.

The following takes place on Thursday March 16th, 2006.

As I got back from accounting class I thought about doing some laundry. The house is going out to Riley's tonight for some beer and pool. I really don't have time for laundry. So we all gather ready to go, and of course we have to wait for Cedric who takes longer than a woman to get ready sometimes. It's around 22:00 hours, and as we stand outside in front of Adam's car we are then faced with the dilemma of how we are all going to fit inside. "Shotgun not the tampon!" Cedric says. I start laughing. Rob is a bit confused. "Not the tampon?" He asked. "He means not sitting in the middle Rob." I said.

Cedric actually sits in the front. Scott and Mira fit in the back with me and Rob. We drive to the bar and park in this parking lot across the street from it. "We'll catch up with you guys." Scott says with a grin on his face. "What? You're not coming?" Asked Adam. "They're going to smoke up." I explained.

We walk into the bar and I am met face to face with the ex girlfriend and her click of roomates and business students who are aquintances. I kinda just put my hand up with my palm facing out towards her. She does the same. Adam, Rob and myself get a table by the window overlooking George street. My eye catches Kim Sanderson and she notices me too. She smiles and waves "Hi!" I walk over dodging the waiter and go up to greet her. "Hey how's it going?" She asked. "Oh great, how are you?" I replied. I don't know what to do at this point, do we hug? I mean we don't really know each other that well. We maybe talked like twice on the way to class. She motions for a hug (at least it appeared so) and I motion for a handshake. She backs off on the hug and I back off on the hand shake. So we just continue the conversation. "So what are you doing here?" I ask, and she tells me it is sort of an after gathering after some business event. She asks me the same question and I explain to her that it's my roomates birthday. "Ok well it was great seeing you again." I say and she smiles and wishes me a good time. I reach out and touch her hip and walk off.

"We got a pitcher of Stella." Adam says to me. "How much are they?" I ask. "Sixteen fifty." Rob says, "Not too bad of a price for an imported beer." He argues. I disagree though, I think that's a bit of a steep price. I know I will have to end up getting one of the rounds so I head over to the ATM machine in the adjacent bar with the pool tables. I pop in my card and decide on 40 dollars. PLEASE WAIT WHILE YOUR TRANSACTION IS PROCESSING. Why is it taking such a long time? Before I know it someone has just put me in a choke hold. I look back and it's Chris Beattie, one of my group members for HRM. "Hey man, how's it going?" He says and we shake hands.
"Pretty good, pretty good. Just taking some cash out for some pitchers."
"Right on. Yeah I'm just here with some buddies."
"Cool, where you sitting?"
"By the window looking at the street there."
"Oh ya? Same with us, probably on the other side from you."
"Oh ok, well I'll be right back gotta use the washroom."
He leaves and finally my cash comes out, seriously took that long. I put it all in my wallet and watch a bit of NCAA basketball until he gets back. I pretend I'm interested in what's going on. He gets back and we talk for a bit more and I return to my table. Scott, Mira and Cedric are there this time when I get back.

Our entire house is together in one spot. It is one of the few occasions where this happens. Rob and Cedric start to light up a cigarette. I really don't like the cigarette smoke cause it makes my eyes feel irritated. I don't say anything though cause it's just one smoke. As we converse and joke around I look out to the lonely street outside the window. No cars pass by and the orange glow from the street lamps are outshined by the light coming from the local No Frills store. I look over and Rob and Cedric have lit up another cigarette. "What the. You guys just had a fucking cigarette." I said. "Well that's cause we're on another drink." He responds. Such tomfoolery. I reach over and grab Rob's cigarettes. "Well that won't stop Cedric from smoking." quips Adam. But I am the wiser. I know that Rob doesn't have his cigarettes, he will not smoke, and if he doesn't smoke than Cedric won't. And if Cedric smokes without Rob then he'd have to offer one of his cigarettes. Sure enough it worked.

We're on our second pitcher now and we are all just trashed. Plus we all went up to the bar to do a shot with Scott. I am not even sure how it turned up in our conversation, but it is worth mentioning. We are talking about Adam and his mom, and Adam says "I don't care, my mom is hot." and we all just start laughing and shake our heads. "Yeah, he slept with his mom too!" I said in joke. "Hey! Nothing really happend." Adam responded. At this point we are all laughing in hysterics. "So is that how Zack was made?" Rob joked. Scott gets up from the table and leaves because he is laughing too much. Rob just has a look of disbelief and asks "Adam. Why do you set yourself up like that?" I leave for the washroom too. Scott and I could not believe Adam said that.

We get back to the bar and the nachos arrive and we all dig in. Afterwards Scott and I do a shot of liquid cocaine. We pay our bill and go play some pool. We keep playing games and drinking more beer. In my first game I couldn't even break to start the game. "I'm too drunk guys, you break." I said. We continue playing and Adam, Mira and Cedric leave. Rob and Scott are playing and Rob wins because Scott sinks the white ball on the eight ball shot. He just dumps his cue stick and walks away. Me and Rob play the final game. We are both just missing easy shots. "The balls are all a blur." I argue. He is down to his eight ball shot and I have three balls left on the table. In three shots I sink the three balls and set up the eight ball perfectly for the corner pocket. I missed. Then Rob won the game. Fed up with our drunken pool playing, we leave for Sin City and promise to return sober for some proper matches.

Sin City is fairly populated when we get in. Scott was worried they wouldn't let him in cause it's really obvious that he's just trashed. I right away go towards the dance floor to look for Kristen, Kelly and whoever is hanging around them. I can't really see anyone cause of my height, so I hope on top of the stage overlooking the dance floor. At the far back I see a black bald head. So I make my way there and surprise everyone. We all start dancing and eventually Rob and Scott find our location as well. They make the last call announcement and play the final songs, which are always slow songs.

Dirty Dancing - Time Of My Life

I take Kristen and dance with her putting my hand on her hip and holding the hand up. She puts her hand on my hip too. I quickly put her hand on my shoulder. Rob is dancing beside us with Kristen's friend Daniella. He still has a beer in his hand and he has his classic drunkin look* on his face. They dance in one spot but go around in a circular motion. That's why you never let a girl lead, you'll end up getting dizzy. Each time that he circles round to face me he puts his beer bottle to my cheek on my face. And each time he does that I continue the joke and make a sexy face and an attempt to lick the bottle. Rob chuckles each time it happens. After the sixth time I take the bottle and put it in his mouth causing Kristen, Rob and I to laugh a bunch more. Then on the final circle round he tips the beer into my mouth. Blah, this beer is warm. The song ends and we head home.

We stop at City Lights though and order two medium poutines. We compliment the guy at the back for making some stellar poutines. The way home is really cold, the wind picked up and it even stopped me from eating my food. Scott wanted to stop at the Macs, so I finished my fries in there. Some woman comes up to me. "Do you have a dollar or a twonie I can borrow?" She asks. "Not me, I had to borrow from this guy." I respond. She continues to ask everybody that walks in. As we're walking away Scott yells back at her: "Fucking crack whore peice of shit, you ain't getting a fucking dollar from me you bitch." And we all laugh hysterically. She starts to yell something back but could not muster a loud enough voice to reach our ears so we just continue laughing.

We walk into our house and play a little N64 before crashing.

What a night.

*Rob's eyes get squinty, and a smile on his face.

Sunny Day.

I woke up today and my head was pounding. I leaned out of bed looking for something to drink cause my mouth was dry. I chugged water back. Man what time is it? 07:35. I was confused as to why my body would wake me up at such an unforgiving time. I fell back asleep only to be woken up again an hour later. I could barely keep my eyes open. I chugged back more water and collapsed in bed again. When I finally woke up in a functional manner it was just after noon. I got changed and left for shoppers drug mart to pick up my pictures and do some grocery shopping. It's pretty sunny out today so it felt nice, however the wind is really strong and freezing.

HIM - Soul On Fire

As I pick up some deoderant stick I see Chad working. We talk for a bit, and remind each other of Scott's birthday party on Saturday. I pick up my film, it's a little heavier than usual. I walk towards Price Chopper and there is Carem coming towards me. "Hey Matt-chue what's up man." He says, and we do THE handshake (look back a couple posts).
"Not much, what are you saying?"
"What are you doing tonight?"
"Oh I'm going-" I just remember he is promoting this party bus.
"-My friends house, I promised I'd go to their party."
"Still going to Scott's thing?" He asked.
"Oh, you bet'cha." I replied.
And so we said our goodbyes and I go through the Charlotte Mews and stop at a bench to check out the pictures. Hey, there is a CD in here, that's why it's so heavy. I flip through the pictures. Some really amazing shots in here.

I packed it back in and continued my walk to Price Chopper. I am sort of on the fence on whether I need anything or not. But I figure I better get some milk, juice and whatever else for tonight. I also get $20 bucks cash back for the keg party.

Rhapsody - Dawn Of Victory

The wind is really picking up now and I'm walking faster to get home. As I cross over the bridge on Bethune street I notice one of the trees had a branch that is bent down into the stream. At the tips of the little branches are big blocks of ice hanging on it. I guess the water froze itself on the branches as it dipped into the stream. Up above are old shoes tied up by the laces and hung on the power lines.

I get inside and I get use to the warmness. I get sort of sleepy so I just lay back on the bed listening to more tunes on my MD player.

Jack Johnson - Questions

I drift off to a half sleeping state. Man it is going to be so fun at the keg party tonight.

Ok that's it for now. I still have to post my Thursday night, it's a funny story. Look out for that tonight.

Peace.

Not So Samrt.

Well last night we watched Get Rich Or Die Tryin' with 50 Cent in it. It got an extremely low rating on IMDB so I figured that it was going to be just brutal. It wasn't that bad though, I would have rated it at least above 50%. I skipped out just before the ending cause Kelly wanted to go to Second Floor Lounge. I decided to go too cause I was feelin' a Corona. First thing I did when I got there was buy one, the sourness of the lime made my wet lips tingle. I danced for a little bit and actually left around 01:30 hours.

This morning I got to wake up late cause I don't have class until 16:00 hours. I actually just wasted nearly 30 minutes doing an online IQ test... and then found out I have to pay $10 dollars to see my results. Gah! I think I did pretty good on the test, but now my brain is just scrambled (not scrabbled). Luckily I only have accounting today so I don't really need to use it.

So the word is I am going to Riley's tonight with the house. We are just going to have some pints and maybe play some pool. Then later on tonight I will probably make an appearence at Sin City cause a friend asked me to go.

Alrighty, well that's it for now.

Chaps (Part 3).

Ok this is the final part to this story arc. I'm sorry for the double story lines running at the same time, I know it's an incredible ammount of readings. But if I just added them in later to the same post then I think it wouldn't be noticed. My Wednesday was nothing eventful thus far. Just me falling asleep in classes. Trying desperately to find a computer on campus. It was unbelievable how there were none available anywhere. And I mean there are close to 200 computers on campus. Yeah I know that's not a lot, but I guess a lot of Trent students don't have computers.

So we left off in this story me driving off with Nancy and Ally to the place where they do their riding.

"Hey your pink hair is gone." I said to Nancy.
"Yeah, graduation picture are coming up and I couldn't reapply it in time."
"Ah, well it looks good anyways."

The fog is getting thicker and thicker the further we drive. Ally twists and turns down the country roads further east. The road dips and to my right there is some sort of huge river that appears ghostly with the fog and a bit of ice along the banks. We chatted more along the way and then finally the pulled up to the place.

It was your typical farm looking structure with old wood with red paint that is overly faded. Old trucks and new ones are in the parking lot made up of loose gravel. We walk through the door and I'm met face to face with a brilliant white pony with blonde horse hair. The floor is all cobblestone and lightly wet. Big ground fans are placed blowing cold air around the room. The stables are luminated by a few bulbs.

Nancy then took her horse out of the stable and I kinda just chilled checking out the scenery. Looking for good photoshots. They hooked up the house from the ceiling on two D-links. She brings out some treats for the horse and tells the horse to dance and bobs when she says that. The horse in turn started to shake one of it's legs. They brushed it off and fixed the hair. "Here pick out the stuff from the feet." She says and hands me some hooked screw driver thing. "Ok, no problem." I said. "Just push your shoulder into the horse and grab the feet."

Seemed simple enough. I lean into the horse and it adjusts it's feet and lifts up a leg. I grab the leg and pull it up a bit and run the pick around the shoe take out horse shit and mud. I make my way to the other foot, lean up again and this one had way more stuff. The horse shit and mud fall off in chumps onto the diamond plating below with chunks of other stuff. Ok this isn't too bad. I get to the back legs and try to lean against it. No dice. I try again and it just backs up a bit. "You have to really lean into it and grab it." Some woman said to me. Where did she come from? I lean harder and the horse slowly lifts the leg a bit. Nancy comes in and holds up for me to get. The next back leg was still a little bit hard to get but I managed. After I brushed myself off and returned the pick. Wait a second. I'm the photographer, why did I just go through that?

They take the horse to the inside arena. We tread through mud and hay and other chumps of stuff I don't know want to know what they are. My feet squish with each step. "I should have brought boots."
"Yeah, we should have warned you." Ally said.
"Well. I should have known better." I say with a laugh.

We walk inside and there are more horses. Some of these ones look better. But what do I know about horses? "Door!" Nancy yells and slides open a big aluminium door. Inside was this spooky quiet arena, translucent windows line up all way around with mud splattered on them. Pigeons coo and fly around in the wooden rafters above. The ground is all soft dark sand. A small mud puddle makes up a bit of the corner near the door. In the center are wooden off center jumps with logs underneath them. I get my polaroid camera out and leave it around my neck. Nancy leads the horse over to this stepping block and hops on top. She then leads the horse around the arena.

Ally sits down on one of the plastic chairs.
"You can sit down eh."
"Actually I'm good, want to stand. I'm not making you nervous am I?" I ask with a smirk.
She laughs and says "No." Begins to say something else but then goes off on telling Nancy some advice for riding. Using terms I really don't understand. Her eyes remain focused on Nancy.
"Man I wish I got some boots that you two have." I say, looking at her long black leather boots with spurs.
"Yeah, well you can even just get boots with just strap on chaps. Stops the sliding around." She replied.
"I have buttless chaps. Would they work?" I joked.
"Yeah those would be fine." She says still focused on Nancy. And she yells out more advice.
I guess she didn't catch that one.

Nancy then asks us to set up the jump in the middle. Ally begins to walk over and I follow and we set up the jump. She goes over it a few times. The horse is having trouble landing on the right foot as a lead. So she brings it over and over again to try and get it to no avail. She then approaches the jump slowly and the horse jumps over it with no momentum. The back feet catch the back of the peice of wood and Nancy is flung to the ground. She lands on her back and holds on to the bridel. The horse drags her for a bit. Ally is telling her to let go but Nancy says that the horse will break the bridel if she does. Nancy gets on her feet again and says that dirt ran down her pants, and we all get a laugh. Ally hops on this time and takes the horse around and over the jumps as well. Nancy takes over after 30 minutes and I take a polaroid picture of her on the horse. The temperatures are way below freezing so it doesn't develop quite right. But it still looked ok. I wanted to get Nancy to look at the horse, but I didn't think she could hear my direction.

They then finish up and take the horse back to the stables. The girls talk and talk about horses in the stables. I just stand there like a boob cause I really don't know anything about horses.

Overall it was a fun experience. I'll have to go again when it's warmer, and get some proper pictures.

That reminds me. Trent is having a nature photo contest. I am going to enter in it. But before I do, I'm going to post the pictures on my blog and I want everyone to vote which ones I should enter. A maximum of five will be allowed.

Alrighty. Well it's 20:00 hours on the dot right now as I finish this up. I have to go over to Steph's to fix up her computer.

Peace.

King Of Concrete (Part 2).

Me and Adam get going to go shopping. We step outside and it's pitch dark out, with snow blowing like a sandstorm. "When did it all of a sudden turn into a blizzard; We were just out on the porch on Saturday." Adam said. "Yeah, fucking eh." I replied stepping into his car. Our first stop was Staples, it's always the first stop. As he pulls into the parking lot the car slides sideways, so Adam pulls on the hand break to cause the car to re-adjust. "Why are you doing that?" I asked, thinking he purposely slide out like he usually does. "Man I had no choice that time." He said. We shop around Staples and then decide to hit up Futureshop. So we drive there and as he turns into that parking lot the car instead slides up over the curb causing a very audible "CRUNCH". I'm sort of nervously laughing as he backs up off the curb and then go forward into the parking lot. Under further inspection there was no damage.

We walk in and I check out the CDs for sale. Hey Jack Johnson's Curious George CD, only $11.99! I saw it for way more in other places so I picked it up. I pondered at buying a Great Big Sea CD for $8.99 but decided against it. I looked at the PC games and noted that Day of Defeat: Source was only $24.99. Since I don't buy PC games on CD-Rom format and only DVD-Rom this seemed like an ideal buy. I was unsure if my video card would support it, it seems like it does, but I decided to wait and check up on it first. So we leave and head for the nearest Price Chopper. It's bigger than the one by our house.

I pick up the essentials. Mushrooms, lettuce, bread, fast fry steak, yogurt drinks, chilli and some other stuff. Hey what are these? I pick up a box of snow crab legs that were on sale. "Hey Adam, what do you think about snow crab legs? Wanna split on them?"
"I never really done them before. Only had them in restaraunts."
"Yeah. Same here."
I look down at the box some more, trying to decide on it.
"I don't even know how to cook them." I said and put the box back.
Adam picked up a box. "Guy, it says to just boil them for 4 minutes after defrosting." He said.
"What? Really?" I scoop out the box. My eye caught some different snow crab legs packaged in syrofoam with seran wrap.
"Hey this looks better." I said.
The package had two giant claws and legs to boot. So I put it in my basket.
"So did you want some?" I asked Adam.
"I have a roast in the oven right now. Want some roast?"
"Alright, deal. Surf and turf."

We pay for our stuff and drive back to our house.

Jack Johnson - Broken

The rest of the night was me stuffed from eating snow crab legs and roast beef with potatos and caesar salad. Then me and Rob watched a brutal movie called Prison of the Dead. It was a gem!

Alrighty that's the end of my Tuesday story. Now I gotta finish Monday.

Peace.

King Of Concrete.

Please note that I just added in the second part to Chaps. I kinda had to step in and write up my Tuesday and I'll finish Part 3 another time. It would be so much easier if I had a laptop and I could just type out stuff on the go while either riding the bus or just chilling. Could take it anywhere. But I don't have one and so I have to suffer through the midnight hours to do these entries. I love it! Right now i'm in my room with the window wide open, even though it's pretty much a blizzard outside. My fucking roomates keep smoking cigarettes in the house now and it irritates my eyes. Kinda like when I get back from the bars. My eyes are feeling a little better. But I'm still sort of pissed.

Tuesday is sort of a slow day for me. I don't have any classes to attend so I end up just sitting by my computer in my boxers looking up the latest stories on the internet. Such as shoutwire, some GameSpy newsletters on video games, I check out joystiq, and DSFanboy. And some other stuff as well, like the comics, as you see on the side there, and just whatever else comes my way. I also start up the movie Wallstreet, which we had to watch for my business 410 class. Cedric comes up to me in the middle of it asking for Jarhead. Good movie choice. And he takes the DVD downstairs. After the movie is finished it's about 15:00 hours. I call up Mario Norman, the secretary of the buisness administraion office. "Trent University, please speak the name of the perso-"
"Marion Norman." I said.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't quite understand that. Please spe-"
"Mar-ion Nor-man" I said slowly.
Fucking stupid voice recognition shit.
"Thank you. Transfering your call to-Marion Norman-extention 1357.
"Business administraion."
"Hi, how late is your office open?"
"We close at 4:30."
"Ok thank you."
I better get my stuff ready, I gotta pick up the required readings for Wednesday's class. I head downstairs and see Cedric watching Jarhead. "Good movie eh?" I asked. "Yeah man, I like it, I don't know why Scott hates on it so much." The movie froze. Cedric gets a puzzled look on his face. We then try to fool around with the stupid DVD player and got it going again. "That was weird I said." I then realized that I'll miss the bus, so I sprung upstairs to get all my stuff and head for the bus.

As i'm running for the bus stop the snow gets more and more furious. Blowing right into my eyes as I try to jog against the wind. I squint my eyes to protect them, but the snow is really really heavy. I finally get to the stop just as the bus pulls up, I huff and puff as I walk up the stairs and show him my ID. I sit down near the back and notice that the windows are slighty open, allowing bits of snowflakes drift in and settle on the orange plastic seats below.

I turn on my MD player and kinda just catch my breath as the bus treads towards the school.

Death From Above 1979 - Little Girl

I walk around campus paying attention to nobody, totally into the music I'm listening too. Which is the entire DFA1979 album. I get to Gzowski college and walk up the stairs towards the business admin office. "Is this the required readings for 410?" I ask. "I don't know, I just put papers in the boxes when people tell me to." She replied. I pick out some papers and stuff them into my bag. I leave the office and stop in the mens washroom. Two urinals are situated, one very low to the ground, meant for short short people, the other sort of the standard height. I at first go to the smaller of the two, but then switch. My eyes gaze into the chrome above the ceramics which distorts my face. I make out two very tired eyes and think that somehow I'm slowly becoming less human. As I wash my hands I stare into the mirror and note that I look ok. As I do this someone is walking into the washroom with a huge snake tattoo on his arm. I turn around and walk out the door.

Death From Above 1979 - You're A Woman I'm A Machine

I walk back to the library to catch the bus. I'm getting sick of the snow so I go the long way through the Otonabee College building. I dart my eyes back and forth as I walk down the hall. Concrete pillars seem out of place in this somewhat modernized building. I notice people walking with laptops in carrying cases and envy them. When I finally do get to the bus stop there is a bus marked "SPECIAL" waiting. I get on it right away before it could think of pulling away. "Is this the Trent Direct?" I ask. "Yeah. It's the Trent Direct." The bus driver responds. He probably loves answering that question.

The Offspring - Time To Relax/Nitro (Youth Energy)

I call up my bank to check my account, and to my surprise OSAP actually went in! So I call up Kelly to see if he wants to hit up some Subway. "Sorry man, just on my way to class. Is everything ok?"
"Yeah everything is fine."
"Ok, you sure? You sound different?"
"I do?"
"Yeah usually you give me the Patches O'Houlihan voice.
"Oh ya, well, not this time." I say laughing. He keeps asking me if everything is alright when I call him. Ever since the time I called him when I had to tell him about Aidan and broke down crying. I look at my other cell phone lists. Hmm, should I call her? Naw that would seem kind of stupid. I decide to ride this thing downtown.

The Offspring - Genocide

I step off the bus and look left and right. I'm downtown now, and it's starting to snow lighter than before. I walk past the old homeless people with hats stuck out. I don't have any change to give them. I go to Bank of Montreal and take out $100 dollars. Hit up Dixon's bookstore to check out the comics. I take a Hellboy and a very new Star Wars series called "Knights of the old Republic" got the first issue. "You don't have the first one of this Hellboy one do you?"
"No, we don't, probably sold out."
"Could you back order it? Or is that not possible."
He doesn't really answer yes or no, just says it's difficult to know which titles will be popular.

So I leave, check out some more stores downtown, and then make my way home. I walk by the Night Kitchen, which was a big mistake. I could smell the beautiful pizza way before even getting near the place. I had to go in. I order a plain pepperoni and sit down to enjoy it. My MD player is on the last song in The Offsping album, which is dead space between the last track and the secret song. So it's dead silence. I don't want to change it cause I want to eat the pizza. After I finish and get going I let it play Ixnay on the Hombre.

When I get home I give Adam all the money that I owed him from the magic cards and cable bills. I'm left with about $20 after it all. "Hey did you want to go grocery shopping?" I asked. Adam smiles and nods "I was going to ask you the same thing guy."

Ok, I know that I haven't finished the Chaps storyline, but I need to give this story a break as well cause It's 03:00 hours, and I have a class early morning. So I'll add Chaps (Part 3) and King of Concrete (Part 2) tomorrow. I just hope nothing fucking interesting happens on Wednesday during the day. Sorry about the double post, I know it's a lot of reading!

Peace.

Chaps (Part 2).

When I leave the lecture hall I put on my coat and backpack and make my way to the OC caf. I look around to see if I know anyone. I kinda try to make a decision on whether or not I should eat, but my OSAP money has not come in, so I really didn't want to take out anymore money because I was running low. So I decide to make my way to the Library and chill there and hope that it is the proper meeting point with Nancy at 15:00 hours.

I walked around the main lobby of the library. Students have overtaken the computers, not one available in sight. It feels like the stock market with all the noise level and students running back and forth with papers in their hands. Looking upwards there is the next two levels. Visible through the glass are students sitting around tables reading books or having a nap. I start to make my way downstairs to see if there is a computer available down there. "Matt!" Someone yelled down at me. I look up and see Rob's head leaning over the railing looking at me. "Oh hey man." I said and jogged back up the stairs.

"What are you up to?" Rob asked.
"Just waiting for a friend. What are you doing?"
"Trying to do this fucking assignment, could you help me out with it?"
"Yeah sure man, I'm not doing anything until three."
"Ok."

So I walked with him back to where his bag was, which was near one of the laptop only tables. Lars was sitting there. "Hey you're that guy who did the 283H lecture."
"Sure am."
"That's cool man, we watched that video."
"Yep."
He then asked some questions about some of the assignments and such. I noticed Rob was already looking around for a computer.
"Ok well man, I gotta help my buddy out with another course, talk to you later."
"Later man."
We did THE handshake*, and I was off.

I see Rob peaking up and around for an available computer. "Rob, come with me, I know a place."
"A secret place?" He joked. And continued to repeat that in song.
"Just some a little niche with computers, I think meant for special students."
The niche was gone and replaced with tables.
"Fuck. Ok, well, we'll go to Jamie's lab." I said.

Jamie's lab is a hidden gem in the basements of OC. The computers are usually never occupied, it's quiet, and the catacombs, as the students, like to call it are really cool. There is even a lunchroom down there called "The Crypt". And that's not a nickname, you actually see The Crypt written in a university description box outside it's door.

We walk across the bridge and it sort of drizzles some more, so we walk right into the environmental studies building. "Man I use to come here all the time." Rob said. He was a former science student, with biology, chemistry and physics under his belt. "Yeah I use to come here for Geography. Hung over usually cause my labs were on a Friday, and pub night was on Thursday." I said. I love telling the story of me with a hangover trying to work with a topography map of an glacier with other people. We walk down the stairs to the enterance of the catacombs, or the C wing. In the A wing there is some really cool stuff like the Virology lab. But anyways...

We sit down at the computers near the front of the class. I look over to my left and there is Jamie, the girl that lives down in this room, and I smile. She looks back down at her computer. Bitch. So I go over the stuff with Rob for a good while and I notice it's already 14:30 hours. "Man, I'm going to go back to the library and work with this with the other guys." "Alright, let's go." We get back to the library and I wait by the Time Hortons. Man I really hope this was the meeting point. What if I said the Gzowski cafe.

I couldn't wait any longer, it was fifteen minutes after three, so I bolted for Gzwoski. The drizzle rain flying into my face. I huff and puff and make my way down the stairs. Walk up to the tables. Not there. I figure I better get back to the library. So I get back really fast and still no sight of her. I notice Zafar is sitting at the tables in the Tim Hortons there. "Hey man, who are you waiting for?" He asks.
"A friend."
"Oh ok, I just see you there looking out the window."
"Yeah, I'm not sure where I am suppose to meet her, and I can't get a hold of her."

He is sitting with his friend, Yuna, she's asian, really attractive. Earlier today I kinda bumped into Zafar as he was walking down the hallways and he jokingly called me on for a fight. So Yuna, ever so curious, had to ask: "Do you find him threating?"
"Who? Zaf?"
"Yeah."
"No. Not at all."
I don't really want to bad mouth him too much though
"We just joke around and such." I added in.
"Oh ok." She said.

We joke some more and Yuna invites me to sit down with them while I wait.
"You don't want to invite this guy." Zaf jokes. But when a cutie asks me to sit down, I'm sitting down.
"He's cute though." She says.
Ok I'm definitely sitting down now. So I take a chair and park next to her. I think Zaf is getting a little bit jealous at this point cause he continues to call me on with a fight. I obviously don't want to fight the guy, he looks so fragile, so I just joke it off. "Yeah man, you should wipe your tears away after we fight." He says, I'm getting kinda annoyed now cause me and Yuna were talking. Rob actually shows up to get a coffee, walks up and says "Maybe Matt can borrow one of your tampons to wipe them."
I'm laughing so hard at this point. Zaf had nothing to say after that. God bless Rob. Yuna looked confused. "How would he know... about tampons?"
"Um... we see the commercials" I say to defend his manhood.

My cell phone rings. The call display says Nancy on it.
"Hello?"
"Hey Matt, It's Nancy."
"Oh hey, where are you?"
"Where were YOU!? We waited by the OC caf for a while."
Funny, that's not a place I'd normally pick
"But I got your e-mail, are you still at the Tim Hortons?" She asked.
"Yup, still here."
"Ok, well we can come pick you up if you want to still go."
"Yeah, for sure!"
"Alright! Be outside the library, we'll be there in five minutes."

I say goodbye to Yuna and Zaf and wait outside. I kinda shuffle here and there cause of the buses that keep rolling up.

Nancy and her friend Ally drive up in this peice of junk car. I get in and explain the situation again and apologize. "Yeah we waited downstairs at the Gzowski cafe there-" Oh so now it's the Gzowski cafe!? "-so we went up stairs, yadda yadda." I try to put on my seat belt and there is a load of salt on it. So I put my leather jacket in a position so the belt doesn't actually touch it.

We drive off.

Ok, well I'll add in Part 3 later. It gets better if you can believe it.

Peace.
*Slap the hands together like in armwrestle position, slide the palms, snap at the fingers.

Chaps.

My alarm started to beep to wake me up. Man, what time is it? I select snooze on my cell phone as a fail safe and gather my thoughts. 08:00 hours. Sounds about right. I look outside my window sitting up. Looking downward onto the street I focused my vision on the mud puddles along the side of the road. Hundreds of little splashes shot into the puddle indicating that it is pouring outside. Fuck. Class at 10:00 hours, man I really don't want to wait for a stupid bus in the rain. I flop back down onto my pillow. Fuck. I can't miss accounting seminar. My stomach grumbles wanting some food after waking up. So I get up go to my computer and type out an e-mail to my TA saying that I'm not feeling well in the stomach and that I'm coming to sit in on Thursday. And I go back to bed setting my alarm to 10:00 hours.

The beeping began what seemed to be only five minutes later. I hate that feeling. I was having such weird dreams too. None of which I can recall. I hop in the shower and then shave, by the time I get back to my computer I notice that it's already 11:00 hours. Fuck. I quickly do up my online quiz for accounting and then do up my write up for HRM class. Print and scan all the material and stuff it in my bag. I pack my polaroid camera too and make my way for the bus.

Massive Attack - Black Milk

As I walk down the stairs, Adam is coming into the house. "Hey man, how was Oshawa?" "Alright." He said.
"So I heard you [had fun on Saturday night]" I jeered.
"Man, what the fuck." He said laughing.
"Way to go bud!" I said running out the door for the bus.

It's not too cold outside, I'm only wearing my Canada black sweater with the orange lining, and my leather jacket. I put my matching orange toque in the backpack just in case. I'm jogging at this point towards the bus stop, the light drizzle of the rain covers my face and forces my eyes shut periodically. I get up to the corner and see the bus is already on it's way from the terminal towards the first stop on Alymer street. I run a little bit faster, making my way on the actual street to avoid people. As I get closer to the bus stop I start to walk, and the bus slowly stops along the side of the sidewalk and students flood in.

I gaze out the window at the wet scenery from the rain. Overcast skies and cars driving all over. We must have stopped at every stop along the way, and more students piled in. At one point Paul from my old rez days comes on. I begin to take my bag off the seat beside me but he makes his way past. Oh well.

Campus is surprisingly busy for a Monday, I sort of jog my way towards class so that I have some time to spare to see if Nancy was still in the COST 283H room because I was unsure of where I was suppose to meet her today after classes. I peak inside and there is Stephen Regoczei talking among students who decided to sacrifice everything to listen to him talk more. Wise decision. It was my fondest memories when I would stay behind to talk to Stephen Regoczei, or what he would call "coffee time." Because not only would he remember who I was, but it would also help with the understanding of the material a lot more. Plus it's in a close group that he really expresses his genius.

Well I might as well go to class. I walk into the OC lecture hall and hand in my report to the TA. I take my stuff and sit at the very back. No more front of the class for me, I might wanna duck out if it gets boring. I write down some of the stuff he is saying, but I found myself sending text messages with my cell phone to some friends. "Ok have I told you the one story of isolation pay with the bank?" Asked the prof. Of course we heard it before, but he continues to tell it anyways. "When I worked for the bank I was offered a position in Yellowknife, and I was paid extra for isolation pay..." And proceeds to tell all the benefits of doing such a lucrative thing. I don't know if I could do it, there would have to be internet. "How many of you would do this?" He then asked and a good handful raised their hands. "Wow, you must really like to be lonely." He said as he made his way to the laptop to change the powerpoint slide.

I had enough of this guy at this point. I pack all my stuff into my bag and leave the class room.

Part 2 will be added tomorrow.

Hat Hair.

I don't feel like posting my Saturday night right now, but perhaps later tonight I will. I'll do the whole, post Saturday on a Tuesday sort of deal like I did last week. Or maybe not I don't know.

Man it is so hot in my room right now, unbelievable. I'm back in Peterborough right now. My brother was nice to drive me and Kelly back here. It was a pretty cool drive up too, we were listening to some Dave Matthews Band, the album Crash, the song Crash. And looking at the flat farm fields a huge fog rolled in and you could barely make out anything 50 meters in front of you. I told Kelly it was sort of like those N64 games you use to play, like Turok, where the fog would materialize objects from the distance. I guess that's why the coders called it the "fog effect". So it was a totally mellowed out drive. Once we landed in Peterborough the sun burst out and shined all around. After we dropped off Kelly my brother and I hit up the Night Kitchen for a slice and a pop. Walking around in the street with just a sweater on, but I really didn't need it. Oh my God, the porch, I bet the guys are out on the porch!

We drove up beside my house so that my brother can drop me off. The front lawn was a pit of mud with tire grooves and puddles of water. The once frozen path leading to the door was submerged in water. And cigarette butts sprinkled all around, some white, some orange filters. Home sweet home.

Nobody was on the porch though, and I was well informed that the porch activities started without me yesterday afternoon. Fuck. I was hoping to be there when we opened up porch season again. During the September, October and a little bit of November we would spend entire days on the porch just talking and thinking to ourselves. Having a laugh or two, maybe a beer once in a while. I would always choose the spinning chair with the rip in it, fluff protruding out. I think the last time we all were on the porch together was when we all shared a drink after we found out Aidan died. Back then the snow was beginning to light cover the ground to start a cold and depressing winter. Now the snow is fading away with the coming of the hotter sun and rain pressing down. The memories of winter's past with it. Rest in peace Aidan, we miss ya bud.

You Failed... Failed... Failed...

Whew, that was just a dream. I actually passed my G test this time around. Thankfully. I was still a little bit nervous, but I went out again with my old Young Drivers instructor Jim again and did some practice before the test. And the girl I got this time was soooo nice and so sweet, she was joking around with me, laughing at the other bad drivers. There was a moment when our eyes met, but both wearing shades, who knows if there was a twinkle. Plus she's like 20 years my senior.

In all seriousness the test seemed like it only lasted ten minutes. We drove around side streets all over Oshawa. I did my parallel park perfectly. Couldn't have been more luckier. I walk back into the, well lets call it the DMV, and through the first doors is a young black man smiling "You passed, good for you man."
"Thanks." I said with a short giggle.
How the fuck does he know I passed?

So I get back home and shake Jim's hand. "Well the good news is Jim, you'll never have to see me again." I said. "Well, unless you get into trouble." He responded, and then going off into a story of a guy who was DUI. Or something. And off he went. I was on cloud 9 when I got into my house like I just smoked a huge joint.

So then I watch the movie Sideways, and my God, that is such an amazing movie. One of the characters has such a trouble time with women, and it's just not so much the women aspect, but just his character traits remind me so much of myself. Only more neuronic. And some of the situations he got himself into reminded me of some situations I got into in life. But anyways, it's a great movie, I recommend it to everyone.

I give Kate a call to see if she picked up Kelly or whether I had to meet up with him downtown. Her mom answered the phone. "Hi, is Kate there?" I asked.
"Oh no she's not, can I take a message?"
"Sure, could you tell her Matt called?"
"Oh hey Matt, did you pass your test?"
"Sure did, went well, very well. All done with."
"That's great, well she went to pick up Kelly at the bus depot, are they not there yet?"
"Um, well I think they are on there way, was just calling to see." At this point I don't want to worry her mom but at the same time, I am really left in the dark on the situation. So we hung up and not five minutes later my doorbell rings. It is Kelly and Kate. So they come in for a bit to talk in my living room and Kate leaves for home but says we'll hang out later on.

So then I give Kelly the grand tour of the house, and of course that includes showing off my video game collection and other things. We bring down the Super NES to play some Super Mario Kart and a couple of the worst SNES games known to man. That's right Mortal Kombat II and Killer Instinct. My dad comes home with some wine and beef jerky. We break into one package right away. My bro leaves to cook up some sausages on the BBQ. So then we all sit down with a bottle of wine open and dig into some sausages, and other stuff. My dad was telling Kelly all the stories of all the fights he went to at Maple Leaf Gardens, all the hockey stuff he has and all that jazz. My dad took a suprising interest into Kelly's Nigerian hertitage, actually called up his Nigerian co-worker for them to talk. I was really too drunk off the wine to know what was going on.

Called up Kate and she's on her way over. We then drive out to the Bulldog just down the street and look at the menu. "How about we just get a bottle of wine?"
"Hey that's a good idea. Do you like white wine?"
I honestly was looking at the premium pinot, because if you watch the movie Sideways... well, if you watched the movie Sideways.
"Yeah sure, how about.. somethingcreek Ontario?"
"Hey yellow tail looks good."
"Yellow tail it is."
So we get a bottle and four glasses and tell some jokes. Kelly and Kate team up on me and try to get me to tell the firetruck story again. I must have told that story twenty times, it is a funny story though. The story comes with sound effects, drama, comedy, voice acting... the whole bit, no joke. Sometimes I feel like it's a "you had to be there" kind of story.

Ok that's it for now, it's late, i'm tired from a long day. I'll finish up this post later.

Peace.

Big Buckin' Chicken.

"Matt you really need to get up the window repairmen are coming and I gotta go out." I groan in response as I lay there face first in my pillow. I trip out of my bed and get dressed. I notice I have a huge cowlick on the back of my hair so I put on my camo toque. I get downstairs and get some orange juice. Now that's the stuff right there. I hit the couch in the living room and put on TMN. Eurotrip is playing, I never really get to see this movie all the way through, it's fairly funny. I kinda doze off on the couch and the beagle comes on top and puts her two front paws on my chest. I roll over to my side and she settles in the triangle of my legs.

But as the doorbell rang the dog sprung off the couch and ran for the front door, digging on the window looking to the outside. I let the guy in. "Hi, I'm cookie." He says and extends his hand. It was too early to say any smart ass comments like "Hey, I'm dog snack." So I settle with telling him my real name. I hold open the door for his young apprentice. I tell them that shoes are ok but they take them off anyways. He takes out the window and tell me that I should get a vacuum cleaner in case there is broken glass that falls on the carpet. Of course we have central-vacuuming so I didn't want to whip out the long stupid tube, so I grab a mini-shop handheld vacuum cleaner and keep it within arms reach on the floor near them.

He chisels out the old window and puts it aside. Spraying silicon on the chisel towards the floor. Thanks buddy. "By the time we're done you'll be able to do this next time." He says to my looming presence. "Oh me? No no no, I'm never here." I say that, but lately it hasn't been the case as I find any excuse to leave Peterborough. "I'll just teach my dog how to do it." I joke. Cookie then turns to his young aprentice and says "Better not let him know I'm Filipino, we're famous for eating dogs." Ok I'm not sure if we're on the same page on jokes at this point.

They put in the new window savagely with the wooden end of a plastic hammer and go about their way. My parents hired these guys? I always thought they were racist. "See ya guys, thanks for the help!" I say waving goodbye.

Well it's 10:45 right now, no point going back to bed. I watch the end of Eurotrip, kinda liked it. I've seen movies like that with really really bad endings. "What's up with this bullshit happy ending?" The green fairy says. I like happy endings though. I flip around to MuchMusic to hear Nickelback complain about how people say "they suck". His arguement is that if you don't like the band, then you don't like them, but don't say "they suck" cause you're taking a stab at his life. Woah woah woah, ok hold on here, that's way too subjective. I take the term "you suck" as a sort of slang as to show an opinion of disliking towards something. So in a sense, they are saying that they don't like your band. They obviously reconize that you can play instruments, but "you suck" is sort of a slang phrase and you shouldn't take it to heart.

Of course if any of you fuckers come up to me and say my blog sucks, I'll hurt you.

Nothing else happend really today. All I did today was watch TV and laugh at that new KFC commercial. Go on the computer to do some school stuff and social interaction. And listen to my MD player or play PS2.

So tomorrow I have to re-take my G test. I failed last time if you remember. So hopefully this will turn out better.

Peace.

The Computer Died Screaming.

So I wake up today and my mouth feels like and ashtray from drinking last night. I roam around my fridge still half asleep, take a gulp of milk and put more on my mouth. I get an inquizicle look on my face, look down and see the expirery date was Feb 28th... I spit the rest of the milk back in the bottle. Yeeck! I roll out of bed and reach for a bottle of water and start to chug it down. Fight bad milk with water. My stomach started to grumple and churn. "Ugghhh," I moaned.

I made a decision to stay behind and collect my thoughts instead of going to early class. Also went upstairs to fix up Rob's computer as we watched Pride 26 - Bad To The Bone. Some pretty good fights. After a few fights I got up off his couch up there and sat by his computer. Adam comes up stairs and takes my place as I install Windows XP SP2 on his computer. "You know Rob, if your computer could talk it would probably say something like this, 'Hey there Rob, ready to do some assignments, type out some e-mails... Rob, what are you doing? ARRRGHHH... AHHH!'," As I'm saying this I'm immitating the movement of Rob taking up the computer to his room. Rob gets laughing and follows with the joke. "No, it's more like: 'Hey Rob. Hey, that hurts." And we both get into laughing. The inside joke of the matter is that when Rob uses a computer, within two days he has harddrive failures and viruses galore. At one point he requested my services, after doing some work on it, I found out that he had well over 1000 viruses on his computer. No joke.

I look at Adam sitting contently on my previous seat, and with no previous provoking from him I decided to do some harmless bugging. "Hey Adam, I was kinda sitting there before you came up, could you get up and sit somewhere else. Like downstairs." At this point Cedric and Rob are laughing, especially Cedric. "Yo, just hating on the guy." He said. I then start the chant: "Hate hate hate hate hate hate hate!" as I shake my arm in Arsenio Hall fashion. Cedric joins in the chant with me putting his hand to mouth in the "calling" position. Adam just sat there.

I walk down the stairs after fixing the computer to pack and get ready for seminar class. I know I'm going to be a little late but it's all ok. I get to the bus stop and wait. Man if only the buses ran on decent times. It ended up I was late by like 15 minutes. I walk into the seminar room and the prof's body order hits me like a brick wall. I wince as if I'm in some dire pain and sit down. I notice some friends in the seminar and give them the "rockin'" hand gesture with my index and pinky finger in the air.

I talk to my professor about the late retail marketing paper I handed in, and he understood my situation. That's the first late assignment I've handed in this year. I have to try and do better and make sure that's the last time.

I come back home on the bus and start to play around on the computer, I got until 17:00 hours before my dad arrives. Or so I thought. As I glanced out my window I saw the Buick pulled up. Man he's fucking 30 minutes early, I hate it when he does this. I get my stuff into the car and we head off.
"Do you feel like a coke?" He asks.
"Do YOU feel like a coke?" I return.
"There is one in the cooler."
I reach back for the cooler on the back seat but my fingers just glance off the plastic surface. I undo my seatbelt to extend my reach. The seatbelt flys up and catches my earbud headphone wires. I fumble around with the headphones and reach back again and pull out the coke. I placed it on the cup holder and put the seatbelt back on and headphones back into the ears.

The Killers - Smile Like You Mean It

The 115 highway was a light grey, no water or melt snow on it, almost looked sun baked from a summer heat. The farmlands were a tundra, off yellow colour grass and mud made up the fields with patches of snow. The sky was grey and overcast with clouds. My dad does the usual in car conversation asking me about my classes and assignments and all that stuff. I usually hated that conversation talk cause I always did badly in school and always had bad marks that I didn't want to tell him about. But now that I get 80% and higher on most of my work I don't mind talking about it now and again. "How about this mild weather we been having eh?" I asked. "Going to rain thursday, friday and sunday." He replied. "Hm." I said.

It was nice to get home, see my dog, we ate some stew for dinner which was awesome. Watched a bit of a movie called Kung-Fu Hustle, which was really hilarious. And that's about it.

I was going to post my night on Tuesday but I don't want to revisit it, it was fun though so don't get me wrong, just nothing really as eventful as I thought it would be.

Peace.