row - sleep - eat - sleep - row - eat - sleep - row - sleep - work - sleep.

welcome to my life for the next for months - are you kidding me? well, i think i can deal with it - if you throw in the occasional regatta and saturday night barfest.

speaking of which, come one come all to an undetermined destination (that, of course, will be determined) to celebrate...well, do we need a reason really?

and i have just one final thing to say - thank the dear lord for waterproof medical tape.

this is *sniff* the last of the quotes, i fear.  we've had such good times this year guys, and here are the funniest.

“I like birds! Birds are great!”
~Prof. Vreugdenhill

“I…assume you’ve never been there.”
~Lauren, the vacation snob.

“Nineteen-ninety-nine.” “Is that when you got it?” “No, that’s how much it cost, you ass!”
~Jo and Lauren, during one of Jo’s blondest moments.

“Who has an extra stretchy face that I know?”
~Jo, bored in biochem.

“I’ve always been crazy – well, ever since grade four when I fell out of my desk.”
~Melissa

“Ah, but I am shallow, friend!”
~Jo

“Well, maybe he hit his elbow or something.”
~Naeve Adam

“You’re not even a real slut! You’re just a…thoughtslut.”
~Jo

“You went out with a guy named Orange Peter?”
~Jo

“Is that red crush?”
~Brandon

“If you go out with him and get married, you’re going to have little Chinese Laurens!”
~Katie

“It’s like a whole different world without a cap!”
~Exclamatory Katie

“That was a good…attempt – at a mom joke.”
~Lauren

“Uuh, I don’t think my mom will be alive when I’m that short.” “You morbid son-of-a-bitch!”
~Jo, appalled at Brandon.

“Yeah yours is circa nineteen…one!”
~Numerically-enhanced Melissa.

“They’re aggregated!”
~Brandon

“I had a little tear.”
________

“She’s not a university type of girl – she’s kinda dumb.”
~Brandon, on his very own sister.

“Are you gonna have an orgasm there – okayyyy…inappropriate.”
~Lauren

“I wanna go sit over there with that man and sleep…with him.  Well not WITH him…”
~Lauren, uber-thoughtslut.
“Looks like you seized the carp a little early…”
~Ever-witty James

“So…what are you gonna do with your sister?”
~Perverse Lauren

“My happiness is wrapped in shit.”
~Bitter James

“This shirt would like, go up to your nipples!”
~Vertically challenged Lauren.

“They’re tricky….verrry tricky.”
__________

“This getting up early shit is for the birds.”
~Lauren’s extra-french boss.

“But she was afraid of penis.”
~Melissa, on Cam’s ex.

“I’d be afraid that my thing would fall out.” “What thing?” “The baby!”
~Unspecific Melissa

“Okay Joanna…why does NOT this work?”\
~Flustered Lauren

“If anybody talks to me…I’m going to GROWL at them.”
~Growly Lauren

“Here, talk to Le Petit Chef.” “I don’t want to talk to Le Petit Chef – he’s ugly…just like your mom!”
~Lauren, hating on Le Petit Chef.

“He’s just one of those…stupids.”
~Lauren, on ugly tooth-space man.

“We’ll nap in shifts. Ah! My step counter!”
~Jo

“I wish I had a scroll…like in Harry Potter.”
~Jo, dreaming about Hary Potter in the library.

“My sister’s coming…but she’s not fun.”
_________

“This is NOT student hand cream – this is cougar cream!”
Neil, who seems to know about cougars.

“If I don’t dye in my sleep!”
~Jo, with yet another pun.

“She’s obsessed with that ugly chef!” “He’s not ugly…just small!”
~Lauren and Melissa

“That guy? He seems to like hugging.” “Yeah, in the bibliotheque!”
~Lauren and Jo

“You’re from…Moncton. Now leave!”
~Ruthless Jo

“You know what I love? Ooh…not those boots.”
~Even more ruthless Jo

“I like this stolen pen.”
Mischievous Lauren

“One giant Birkenstock coming your way!”
~Helpful Jo

“And there’s this thing beside my bed and it’s like, the wall.  And there’s this door thing, but it’s not like a DOOR-door…”
~Ever-descriptive Melissa

“And I had it in my email, and now it’s in Wingdings font!”
~Melissa

“I was the biggest fag, I always wore Northern Getaway.”
~You guessed it…Melissa

“That’s because uh, douchebag there didn’t wanna help anyone that didn’t go to class.”
~Lauren, on Sir Mark Ball, Douchebag Extraordinaire.

“Ah, chivalry isn’t dead.” “Uh, who’s chivalry?”
~Naeve Brandon

“My umbrella broke! Now I can’t swing it!”
~Desolate Lauren

“What am I gonna do? All I do is talk about this man.”
~Lauren

“Okayyy…you shouldn’t tell people you’ve seen that.”
~Ruthless Lauren

“So take the dead guy…and make a movie with him!”
~Creative Jo

“What are you gonna do, stick your hand up his ass? You might have to wrinkle him down a bit…use a glove for that one.”
~Even more creative Anna

“I’m gonna reward myself with a trip to the bathroom.”
~Jo

“In grade six I…coloured a lot.”
~Remedial Lauren

“Welcome to Asthmaville.  I’ll be your host, Captain Stuffylungs.”
~Sick Jo

“This s quotes.  If you say something funny, I’ll write it down.”
~Obvious Jo

“Oooh…not so funny second time around.” “Neither is your mom!”
~Ever mom-joke-making Jo

“Okay kill me in the face.”
~Confused Jo

“Wow, you’re really on the ball.” “No, I’m over it.”
~Jo

“That was so funny I threw my pen.”
~Lauren

“That was funny – that was me!”
~Lauren

“We make quotes while reading quotes…it’s like quotes squared…exponential quotes!”
~Mathematical Jo

“I was breast-fed sarcasm.”
~James

“And it was so loud that he scared himself and started to cry.”
~Jo, on her small cousin’s antics.

“And I’m going to start with his little checkered pants.”
~Lauren, filled with rage towards Le Petit Chef.

“Oooh…Mr. Bean is not an attractive man.”
~Critical Lauren

“Do you have a highlighter I could use?” “Yeah, in my box. Eww.”
~Lauren and Jo

“I’m just gonna listen to my Moffatts…”
~Jo

“How do YOU picture a gram?” “I don’t think I’ve ever pictured a gram…”
~Jo and Lauren

“Do you think we’ll get….arthritis in our thumbs?”
~Frightened Jo

“She eats like a queen!” “Fuckin’ right she does! Three-dollar cookies?”
~Lauren

“You shouldn’t drink at work – you work with fire!”
__________

“Ohmygosh it tastes like flowers!”
~Anna

“Are you squished?”
__________

“There – does that look like a rhino?” “Well, it looks a bit like your mom!”
~Jo, with yet another mom joke.

“I think it MIGHT be dead!”
~Jo

“Lunch? LUNCH?? A snack…maybe! But not lunch!”
~Jo

“Chocolate, chips, gummi bears….soft worms…swedish berries… like those.”
~Fat Jo

“And I walked into my room and there was Joanna, hemming Kyle’s pants!”
~Lauren, on her drug-induced dreams.

“Why were we depressed…on elbow day?”
~Forgetful Jo

“Puss in boots? That sounds like a different type of book.”
~Brandon

“Oh – I didn’t even notice.  I guess it’s a blue devil.”
~Jo

“That guy needs a beard trimmer.” “You can make your own – MYOB!”
~Hysterical Jo

“Stop laughing into your can – it echoes!”
~Jo

“No…I did not.”
~Jo

“What’s…elbow? I don’t get…elbow day.”
~Brandon

“No…frills in my kitchen!”
~Jo, with a very bad save.

“I’m digressed.”
~Grammatical _________

“Oohh, I have tears on my notes.”
~Lauren, post-laugh.

“What about his little red shoes?” “They can stay.”
~Jo and Lauren, deciding the fate of Le Petit Chef.

“Can you erase an eraser?”
~Jo, aftertoo long in the bibliotheque.

“Why are there pictures of nuts and bolts in here?” “It’s a BACTERIOPHAGE!”
~Seanny and Jo

“Bacteriophage? I thought it was a bacteria fag.” “Like, a bacteria with homosexual tendencies?”
~Brandon and Jo

 

 

 

 

okay, so i was really drunk when i wrote that last one down there - i just have this awful habit of letting guys ruin my night. it's something i'm working on.  and then there's people like gentles - i dont care if you were joking...you still brought tears to my eyes.

good god - totally un-self-inflicted sadness - whatever, you dont know what youre missing...that's the only attitude i can stand.

good kegger - finally i get to experience george and barnardo...nocely painted hall, guys! and decent beer too.

only one more week.

i love - just love it.

Cowardice asks the question, 'Is it safe?'
Expediency asks the question, 'Is it politic?'
Vanity asks the question, 'Is it popular?'
But conscience asks the question, 'Is it right?'

And there comes a point when one must take a position that is
neither safe, nor politic, nor popular,
but one must take it because one's conscience tells one that
it is right.
-Martin Luther King, Jr.

Well, I’m sorry its been so long! I often forget that I need to keep you people updated.

Some random things ive realized this week –
-I love fruit bottom yogurt…sorry to crush your dreams, anna!
-15 minute discussions about donuts do exist! These three guy behind me on the bus talked about which donut was their favourite, which company they bought their donuts from, and best of all – which donuts are okay to eat in public….ie not the powdered ones.
-running without socks is very bad.

Other notable aspects:

-I am officially the biggest mess ever – I spill things (water, on myself, from a nalgene), I break things (relish jars, eggs and large plates) and I am incorrigibly forgetful – why just yesterday, I had an appoinment scheduled to see dr white about my back, and when I woke up Thursday morning, the thought of going to that appointment did not even cross my mind – I just cant explain it.
-I’m taing quite te range of courses next year – in second semester, I have first, second, third and fourth year courses…and of course – they all conflict – so I have some adjusting to do. Goody…
-I’ve also been having some weird dreams lately…the focus seems to be to do with guys – some are my friends, some are crushes – whatever…and all the people around me in these dreams are my friends, but we’re always in a strange location, one ive never been to before, and the story is generally very odd…I wish I knew how to interpret said dreams.
-on a less confusing note, my mother’s and father’s day gifts are well underway – I just need to do some research on mounting – haha get your head out of the gutter…I’m mounting pieces of paper.
-and finally, only two more assignments and an essay left to go! then the library-inhabitating fury of piles of paper, folers, coffe and candy salad known as exams begins.

Alright, the lcbo calls – so what if I cant eat the last week I’m here – I get to go out! *wry smile*

oookay so its been a crayy-zee weekend...let me just push the big ol' rewind button.

so thursday was st patricks day and until 5pm i had no intentions of doing any drinking - of any sort. then i finished my genetics assignment and realized, why the hell shouldnt i drink myself stupid? shan had gone to value village earlier that day for green t-shirts to massacre into bar tops, and kristen and bud kindly picked me up some vodka. thanks guys. so by 645 i was nicely drunk, with a new shirt to boot! The pr kids and steph and ryan came over and the kitchen got really loud and crowded...just the way i like it. so then we all headed over to steph's neighbour kelly's house, where there was a lowscale kegger. turns out the entire rugby team was there too, and a couple of them acted like assholes...i dont have so much of a problem when i dont know the person theyre being jerks to, but its a lot different when they're your friend. youre not as cool as you think. so we came back here for more loud kitchen action and then headed downtown with intentions of going to sincity. sadly, about three hundred peple had the same idea...and 150 of them were still outside. so shan, krystal, sarah, sean, mike and i (i apologize if i forgot anyone, i couldnt see well at this point) went to the vibe. you know, it doesnt really matter what the reputation of the bar is, as longas they play good music to dance to and have 1.75 drinks. eventually it grew tired tho, and i headed home.

so friday was gonna be a pretty lowkey night, you know, get some homework done and watch tv. the key word here, kids, is WAS. it WAS going to be a night like that til gord and justin came over and said lets go to toronto...they were going anyway for a concert on saturday night, and steph was driving back saturday morning so anna and i could come back with her.  so we packed in about 5 minutes (not kidding) and, feeling frazzled, left the house. this was around 8. got to TO around 10, and got ready to go to the bar at justin's dad apartment, which is conveniently located downtown.  We took the subway (after a bit of confusion) to piccadilly’s, a club/bar thing.  I think that toronto people drink weird coffee that stunts their growth or something, because I felt like a giant in that place…it was the weirdest thing…I definitely felt that I was taller than everyone else! Anyways, it was beautifully decorated, and I know why – the drinks were outrageously priced. I hate paying for drinks at bars…much better to predrink. so we stayed there til close and then justin knew of this 24-hour breakfast place that we could satisfy our greasy-food cravings at…I ate fruit. Got back to justins at like 4, and I slept in a layzboy…it was wonderfully comfortable, except the armrests kept flipping off, exposing the cupholders and newpapers storage places, which wasnt all that comfortable.  Then steph and anna and ryan and I drove home to taking back Sunday and hanson in just over an hour.

Lets just pause here and understand the fact that mentioned above is two nights of fairly decent drinking on my part….now I’ll tell you about a third.  My body hates me so, so much.

So I basically did like no homework yesterday…I just started a very very easy assignment and told myself I did a good job on it to justify last nights events.  Lauren had her sister megan and friend lesley up for last night, so of course they were all pumped to go out…so I went to laurens to drink with them, we downloaded some dmx and got ready.  Lesley wasn’t feeling well when it was time to leave, so her and lauren stayed behind, which was sad – but we all know the feeling of impending barf – you’d rather die than puke…*shudder* so katie, megan and I danced at the bar for awhile, to some fantastic music, as always. And we took the pubbus home…and I slept in til 1 today, which I never ever do. Usually after a night out I wake up at like 9 and do efficient things…quite unexplainable really…

So here I am – still alive, but feeling shitty. Swimming should be interesting tomorrow…how well do muscles store alcohol?

okay, so number 2 doesnt have anything to do with number 6.  i realized how bad that sounded after i read what i wrote.

things i learned last night:

1) I really miss house parties from high school - they're a nice change from bars.
2) Some rugby guys are assholes. One is just touchy.
3) Sin city is a very popular place on special-occasion-Thursdays.
4) Strawberry vodka is really good - when you mix it with berry punch five alive. 
5) Strawberry vodka is really bad - when you spill it on your printer.
6) I like the attention. Who doesn't?
7) No one should throw up alone.
8) We should (and are going to) have our own house party.
9) Dancing is SO fun. Okay, I knew that already.
10) I hate sticky floors.
11) Saint Patrick's day encourages more drinking than New Year's.

geez, that stings. it stings like grapefruit juice in an extra deep papercut. and the worst part? i gave myself that papercut.