No farting on the bus or talking in the library PLEASE!
Off the bat, I've got to give shoutouts and links to my boys Simon http://eternallychillaxed.blogspot.com/ and Vella http://thejourny.blogspot.com/. They've both introduced me to this thing and they've got some mad pages of their own. Simon's got the words that are like a slap to the face 'cause he just tells it like it is and doesn't give a f***. And Vella's keeping to down to earth and showing us what goes on from the Maltese view of things.
Come to the realization today that I just can't study @ the library. Too damned noisy. Everything was okay for a half hour or so until people started talking. When did it become cool to talk in the library, I ask you?! They even have designated talking study rooms and non-talking study rooms. Why can't the talkers learn their role, or go into the hall or something OR WHISPER! And everyone seemed to be right around me (Murphy's Law). So I could have gone to another floor or another study room, but I was just too frustrated. Man, I wish I had a baseball bat and there was no law enforcement in Canada. They should have all been hit in the head. Serious, we should all get to carry small blunt objects with which we can strike others when they fudge up in social occasions. Like talking in a no-talking area of a library, or sitting behind someone on an empty bus and letting gas go every five minutes (yep, that happened to me too today), or stuff like that. Not only would people stop doing dumb random things @ the risk of being clubbed, but we'd all slowly work out our repressed anger.
On the plus side of life, I love digital cameras. Lately, they've been providing me with much happiness! :)
So it appears that we're having another Nashville reunion night next Thursday after exams. I'll bet that I can already predict about 75% of the people going. I think I'll go just 'cause I haven't seen some faces in a while. Also chances are I'm going to be called be a number of people for rides, so eventually I'll be worn down and just go. I really hope that my sister doesn't go. It's very bad when your little sister can now follow you to bars. Granted, she can drive and I can drink, but there's the feeling that someone's watching. I know that she's cool and even if she saw me piss drunk sucking face she probably wouldn't care, but that dumb feeling's still there. Plus, if I see some dude hitting on her or something, like the overprotective brother that I am, I'll be keeping my eye going that way all night. Maybe I'll get lucky and she'll have to work the next day.
Another plus is that I'm talking to a few people that I haven't spoken with in a while, one in particular. I've kind of avoided her for reasons of the romantic sort (we dated and it ended queerly), but we talked about it and now we're back to friends. Whether things move from there is anyone's guess, but I'm just going to be a friend now 'cause that's what good guys do.
I'm currently debating whether or not to go drinking Saturday night after my exam. My friend Gin (CONTEXT: Virginia is a girl I met in rez first year. She's my best friend here @ Mac. I think of her almost like my little sister) is done @ the same time and wants to get hammered 'cause she's going home the next day and would otherwise be spending the night doing nothing. She wants to go out out, probably bring her boyfriend from home, and wants me to come too. It'd be great and all, but I'll probably be dead tired come Saturday @ 11 and right after an exam too. She's already convinced me to go out next Tuesday when everyone's done and EVERYONE's going to this one bar. I think that'll be enough. The big trick will be convincing my one remaining housemate to come too. But I figure a few sips of the hard stuff and she'll be ready to go.
So that's the news for today. Tune in next time.
Come to the realization today that I just can't study @ the library. Too damned noisy. Everything was okay for a half hour or so until people started talking. When did it become cool to talk in the library, I ask you?! They even have designated talking study rooms and non-talking study rooms. Why can't the talkers learn their role, or go into the hall or something OR WHISPER! And everyone seemed to be right around me (Murphy's Law). So I could have gone to another floor or another study room, but I was just too frustrated. Man, I wish I had a baseball bat and there was no law enforcement in Canada. They should have all been hit in the head. Serious, we should all get to carry small blunt objects with which we can strike others when they fudge up in social occasions. Like talking in a no-talking area of a library, or sitting behind someone on an empty bus and letting gas go every five minutes (yep, that happened to me too today), or stuff like that. Not only would people stop doing dumb random things @ the risk of being clubbed, but we'd all slowly work out our repressed anger.
On the plus side of life, I love digital cameras. Lately, they've been providing me with much happiness! :)
So it appears that we're having another Nashville reunion night next Thursday after exams. I'll bet that I can already predict about 75% of the people going. I think I'll go just 'cause I haven't seen some faces in a while. Also chances are I'm going to be called be a number of people for rides, so eventually I'll be worn down and just go. I really hope that my sister doesn't go. It's very bad when your little sister can now follow you to bars. Granted, she can drive and I can drink, but there's the feeling that someone's watching. I know that she's cool and even if she saw me piss drunk sucking face she probably wouldn't care, but that dumb feeling's still there. Plus, if I see some dude hitting on her or something, like the overprotective brother that I am, I'll be keeping my eye going that way all night. Maybe I'll get lucky and she'll have to work the next day.
Another plus is that I'm talking to a few people that I haven't spoken with in a while, one in particular. I've kind of avoided her for reasons of the romantic sort (we dated and it ended queerly), but we talked about it and now we're back to friends. Whether things move from there is anyone's guess, but I'm just going to be a friend now 'cause that's what good guys do.
I'm currently debating whether or not to go drinking Saturday night after my exam. My friend Gin (CONTEXT: Virginia is a girl I met in rez first year. She's my best friend here @ Mac. I think of her almost like my little sister) is done @ the same time and wants to get hammered 'cause she's going home the next day and would otherwise be spending the night doing nothing. She wants to go out out, probably bring her boyfriend from home, and wants me to come too. It'd be great and all, but I'll probably be dead tired come Saturday @ 11 and right after an exam too. She's already convinced me to go out next Tuesday when everyone's done and EVERYONE's going to this one bar. I think that'll be enough. The big trick will be convincing my one remaining housemate to come too. But I figure a few sips of the hard stuff and she'll be ready to go.
So that's the news for today. Tune in next time.
posted by Ray at 1:52 AM
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