Monday, Ninth Week
"Having a case of beer is like having an ID, right?" - Igy, 11/24
Oh, those crazy vegans. They're trying to convince me to not eat any turkey on Thanksgiving. I only just realized that there's no reason why I would, since I'm not eating with my family.
Oh, yeah, and this had to be done. *tongue*
Sooo.... tacos. That is to say, fetus hat.
Yeah, and Dinesh wants me to teach him to play hackey-sack. I'm not entire sure why.
So I finally did a full computer science homework today. Total hours, approximately 7.5; total pages, 14-15. Thank goodness it was easy. Yeah, but I still have to write a fake lab report, which I'll probably attend to after I'm done here, and that pesky paper on The German Ideology. Bah.
So, yeah, I just realized I'd completely forgotten for most of this quarter that Life's So Rad. Because, you know, it is.
I was just trying to think of what I did this weekend (besides work / despair), and I remembered this: I witnessed the single stupidest thing I've ever seen anyone do here. That is, I watched Dan and his friends from out of town roll and light a joint in the house lounge. Smoking up in public = stupid. Smoking up someplace where smoking isn't even allowed, and is therefore more noticeable = even stupider. Talking about it in reasonably loud voices while doing so = so stupid as to be barely believable. I swear, they must have already been drinking, or something. Idiots.
Yeah, and I got cookies from my mommy. They're the only food I have. I ate them for breakfast yesterday, and will probably do so again tomorrow. Unless, of course, Anna is reading this, still doesn't hate me despite that, and wants to cook me food. *puppyeyes*
I need candles. Candles are fire fun.
Friday, Eighth Week
"I could really use a heart and a sledgehammer." - Dylan, 06/26/03
I just went a-wife-in', with little success. That is, I got three nos, one 'When I'm 89', and one 'Maybe if you had a ring.' Not that bad, really. The thing was, there was definitely somewhat of a dirth of young women about the Shoreland tonight. Perhaps because it's Friday? In any case, I've resigned myself for the present to bachelorhood and homework. Or at least, posting and playing songs about love.
Yeah, I made a whole 'love' playlist in WinAmp. It's 66 songs long. I have the urge to tell everyone what songs are on it, but it's just too long. And all this came about because, while riding my bike home, I was struck by an incredible urge to procreate. Children are nice. See, Hannah? You're not alone. At least you've found a spouse.
The funny thing is, Geoff had been trying to convince me earlier today that it was high time we both found wives for ourselves. But for some reason, he didn't want to come wife-ing with me.
So a lot else has happened since I last posted. A lot. Aaron decided not to go to formal. My homily went well. Aaron changed his mind. I had fun at formal regardless. Worst mental image ever: Six-legged zebraffe, wearing a fetus hat, devouring its mate. A zebraffe is a cross between a zebra and a giraffe, and those two extra legs are sticking out and grotesque angles; one of them is actually comeing out of the back of the animals. I'm going to paint it on my wall and never sleep again. Made a calendar out of brown paper.
And Synaesthia. "Where could I be on a Thursday night, all dressed up in flawless white?" Only a few could've pulled that off, and all of them are at this university. Glad I'm not failing out. So, yeah. P1XEL. They didn't do the whole rock opera this time, but they had some new stuff, and word is that they're working on a new musical. Sadly, Dr. Throbbin' and Burnin', MD is leaving the group. He was my favorite character, too. And the girls! Where did they get those girls? I can barely believe that they were real; they seemed like fairie. I wouldn't be surprised if some of them were. You see, each member of the band has a distinctive colour: silver, yellow/orange, red, blue, and green. At this event, there was a girl for each, dressed in the appropriate manner. Well, except for green. Since the keyboardist, who wears green, is female, there was a male wearing green. He looked suspiciously like a leprechaun. Refreshments were milk and water, and the girls/boy were handing out candies of of their respective colours. And the audience had been instructed to dress all in white, as well. My only regrets are that I didn't think to wear my white gloves and that I hadn't brought an extra pair of white boxers to throw onstage.
I'll end with this (11/20):
Ian: "And you were contemplating suicide."
Maria: "No, I wasn't; I was just thinking about it."
Monday, Seventh Week
"Ian, are you my conscience?" - Maria, 11/10
Well.... um.... yeah. Mind just went so blank.
Tyrannus is down, which annoys me. I had a pretty good empire going in aleph null. Yeah.
Saturday, Went to Leona's. Such good calimari, and a generous amount for the price, too. Mmm. I also lost a big chunck of time, but it was still a good day. I kinda just hung out with Anna B. and Vanessa the whole time.
Friday was awesome. Diocesan convention was fun, and I got back with plenty of time to help with the show, which was the BOMB. Check it out. Written in the Sand brought another band, The Stare, along with them, and they were also great. Good times. I may talk more about that later.
But, yeah, I'm now in the middle of a convoluted mess that's going to cost me forty bucks. Not cool. I'm contemplating various ways to maximize my positive outcome, and my situations is not a horrible one, but.... well, at least it's not my own fault, and at least I'm only auxilary to the conflict. (If you are wondering how one can be in the middle of something and at the same time auxilary to it, perhaps I should point out that this is, in fact, a polar conflict. Hui!) Neha wants to go to the Fall Formal with Kurtz. Kurtz would rather not go, but wants to go with Neha. Because Kurtz initially refused, Neha asked me to escort her, and I accepted. We then got Andy from Dewey to agree to take Kari, which is not really relevent, but was nevertheless fun. So now Kurtz is planning to go, unbeknownst to Neha, either stag or with someone else, whereupon date-swapping would occur. Therefore, my options are to persuade Kurtz not to go, to persuade Kurtz (and Neha) to buckle and go together, or to go along with this and just tell Kurtz who I want him to bring, since I definitely don't want to pay for this and then just hang out by myself. I think the first option is unlikely, because Kurtz is a stubborn kid, so that leaves the second option as most desirable. Alright, then. Shouldn't be that hard, since it's what they both want to do anyway.
I've decided to start calling everyone darling. Hoo-ah.
Wednesday, Sixth Week
"Yes, I'm pretty smart; smart as a whistle." - Alan, 10/17
Am I getting predictable or what? Actually, I had written a post earlier, today, but it seems I lost it. Wasn't important, in any case.
Wish I had a picture of what I looked like this evening. I was pretty kickin'. I didn't look as cool as I do in the coolest picture EVARR, but I still looked heya cool.
So I saw the third Matrix movie. My expectations were not high, I know, but this movie blew me away. It had, literally, the perfect ending, which was the unavoidable and only possible ending as well. It was so marvelous. I love it. If you see it, and you comprehend what I'm saying, then.... well, there's nothing more I can say. And if you don't, the same holds, as I found out on the bus ride back. You see, half the people I went with apparantly just didn't get the movie, which is sad. I actually want to go back and watch the second one again, and see if it is improved in light of this one. I guess I can do that Friday, huh?
On another note: It's even funnier if you knew that they were sock-hangers. Only two people figured that out.
Wednesday, Fifth Week
"Bald people are the devil!" - Drew, 08/04/03
Just realised the other day that I still haven't overhauled this page yet. I did the layout changes, sure, but there's still no access to the backlog. I must amend this.
This is a crazy week of midterms. I'll probably upload my SOSC essay, though, because I like it. Well, I'll see if I can fix this up, then.
And then I'll get my shoes shined!
Wednesday, Fourth Week
"People in France have lots of attitude / They're snotty and rude / They like disgusting food" - 'Genius in France' by Weird Al Yankovic
Ummm.... I saw that Hannah left a message in the circle about how I never post. Yeah. Study break tonight was White Castle cheeseburgers, or 'sliders'. I'd heard the rumours, and decided I wanted to experience the full effect, so I had five. Lisa Travis was raight; they really lubricate one's digestive system, and leave one feeling strangely clean.
Yeah, so. 'Genius in France' is such a poor song, musicwise, but it's so insulting to the French that I can't resist it.
Not much has been happening. Well, nothing that would effect introspection, and therefore posting. So.
Wednesday, Third Week
"Prepare to meet your bald doom!" - Drew, 8/4/03
So, the Cubs lost, and I have no one to root for in the World Series. Let's not talk about that.
I must rant about Kill Bill before I go into the other details of my weekend. It is so awesome. So very, very awesome. Go see it. It is the best movie I've seen since The Princess Bride, and it got pretty close to that. I'd actually even say that the only thing that puts The Princess Bride ahead is replay value. Kill Bill has beautiful women, swordfighting, good special effects (as well as cool-as-cool cheesy ones), a goot plot, kickin' characters, and.... well, shaft. I can never remember all seven elements of great movies at once. It didn't really have explosions, but we can let that slide. Go see it! Now! Man, I didn't even blink for the last half-hour of it. So great, I tell you! I could've watched it for another four hours, no problem!
So what's been happening? Thursday.... um, I don't remember Thursday. *shrug* Friday: parties. Marina had invited me to her apatment party, which she promised would be really cool, and there was, of course, the Living Euphony. Since Marina's party didn't start until eleven, I decided I'd go to Euphony first. Semi-formal dress, in my case, translated as slacks, a tie, and jacket.... ish. I wore a blue shirt, purple tie, and pink jacket. Oh, yeah, and my pimp hat. People would not let me leave the dorm without a cane. I complied.
The Living Euphony kind of sucked. Discovered a new drink, the 'Bushido Deathshot'. I'll be keeping that one in mind for my birthday party. I watched the Cubs game there, too. It was tense. After that ended, I was about to leave, but Martin and Lydia showed up, and insisted I stay. Well, Lydia insisted, and so did an extremely drunk Joe Liss. So I did, for a while. Lydia soon became bored, but Martin, much to the disbelief of Lydia, was occupied with womanizing. He did not wish to leave. So Lydia and I left. I had told her about the other party, and she sounded interested, so we went in that direction.
On the way there, we were going to go past the co-op where she lives, and she invited me in to look around. It's really very nice, and so cheap, and there's a vacancy on the third floor that has its own bathroom.... I'm thinking about that one, maybe moving out next quarter, and into the co-op. I'd have to make sure that's cool with Housing and my parents.
When we got to the party, she commanded me not to abandon her, because she wouldn't know anybody. Then she found people she knew, and I abandoned her and went to the hookah lounge, where I spent the remainder of my time at the party. After a while, I popped out and found Lydia again. We hung out by the hookah for a while and talked some more, then she tipped the hookah over, and I walked her home. She invited me to a party next week. It was all very sweet. For the latter part of the evening, I kept finding myself somehow attracted to her; it's just like last time I hung out with her at a party, and I have no idea what it is. I mean, sure, she's cute and probably cuddly, but why wasn't I attracted to her before? Agh.
In other girl news, I've been walking a lot of girls around lately. On Friday, I walked Andrea home from the dining hall, and on Monday, I walked with Jenny over to the book sale on Lake Park. (See, this is why I put the Kill Bill bit first.) Andrea: Christian, intelligent, pretty, humourous, and of Romanian descent. Romanian.... *heartpat* So hot. Jenny: Crazy, cute Canadian. The first thing she ever said to me was "I'm a violent person." *heartpat* So hot.
That reminds me of what else I did this weekend. There was an awesome party on Dewey that I just sort of stumbled across while floorwalking. I danced all night long. So did Jenny. There weren't often many other people dancing, incidentally. I had lots of fun.
Other girls: Had a crush on Shannon for a while. She's the epitimy of cute. I mean that in the behavioral sense, that is, though she's plenty cute as well. Reminds me a lot of Lisa, actually. But Shannon's boyfriend proposed over the weekend. Her engagement ring is so cool. I guess that puts her firmly under 'just a friend'. There's also this girl Lint in Power with me. Vegan, foreign, first year. Cute hair, cute accent, cute in general. Doesn't live in Shoreland, though.
I'm kind of banking on the fact that no one at this school reads this, aren't I? In other news, Lisa seems to have been touched by God, and that's just blame cool. I've been praying for her even harder ever since I heard. Also, when I wake up tomorrow, I will be in the natural state; that is, I will be SPooNBruSh. I will also be vegetarian. You see, I had a good long talk with the vegans today, and they convicted me to take it up again. Oh, those crazy vegans.
Yeah, and I walked out of SOSC today to go to a meeting in Ryerson for CS concentrators. There was only one girl there at first, and she was bragging about how the pizza was her only competition in the room. A minute or so after the meeting started, another girls walked into the room. Now, the first girl was plenty cute, but this second girl was absolutely gorgeous. All the guys who had been in conversation looked smirkingly over at the first girl, who didn't look completely pleased about this turn of events. Then we all looked back at the second girl because, well, it was hard not to.
Yes, I'm a horrible person. And I think I may slowly be becoming over-sexed, which won't help my sexual frustration levels any.
Maybe I should just go watch Kill Bill again.
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