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12:59 am
[Link] | Your results:
You are Wash (Ship Pilot)
| Wash (Ship Pilot) |
| 70% |
| Zoe Washburne (Second-in-command) |
| 65% |
| Inara Serra (Companion) |
| 60% |
| Malcolm Reynolds (Captain) |
| 55% |
| Kaylee Frye (Ship Mechanic) |
| 50% |
| Alliance |
| 50% |
| River (Stowaway) |
| 50% |
| Dr. Simon Tam (Ship Medic) |
| 50% |
| Derrial Book (Shepherd) |
| 40% |
| Jayne Cobb (Mercenary) |
| 35% |
| A Reaver (Cannibal) |
| 10% |
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You are a pilot with a good
if not silly sense of humor.
You take pride in your collection of toys.
You love your significant other.
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12:40 am
[Link] | Since I'm bored and not afraid to bend to peer pressure...
Although considering I've had one post on here in 2 years it'll be interesting to see if anyone even reads this anymore...
DIRECTIONS:
1. Go to your playlist.
2. Hit shuffle.
3. Choose the first twenty songs - YOU CANNOT SKIP ONE. If it's embarasing you just have to live with it.
4. With those twenty songs you must post a lyric from each of the songs.
5. See if anybody can guess what songs they are from. If they are guessed you can cross them out. Try to get rid of all of them.
Current Mood:  bored
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01:28 am
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The cool kids aren't doing it, but John is, and I'm at least as cool as him...
January
1. Did you have a New Year's resolution this year?: To get in shape...like every year for the past 5 years.
2. Who kissed you at midnight on New Year's?: I was in bed by 11:30, but Marco was next to me.
3. Does it snow where you live?: Even when it's sunny and warm the next town over
4. Do you like hot chocolate?: After Eight, especially
5. Have you ever been to Times Square to watch the ball drop?: Gah, Americans...
February
1. Who was your Valentine in February?: Mark
2. What did your Valentine get you?: Chocolates and a stuffed dog, and a trip to Montreal
3. When you were little, did you buy Valentines for your whole class?: Yep...I even put paper clips in the envelopes because I thought they'd make a nice gift for some reason.
March
1. Are you Irish?: It's probably in there somewhere
2. Do you wear green on St. Patty's Day?: Nope
3. What did you do for St. Patty's Day in 2005?: Complained about the dumbasses walking around on the streets drinking...It's London, not Vegas, people!
April
1. Do you like the rain?: If I have an umbrella
2. Did you play an April fool's joke on anyone this year?: Nay
3. Do you get tons of candy on Easter?: Usually crappy candy I don't like
May
1. What's your favourite kind of flower?: Those trees with the big pink and white flowers whose petals blow off on a windy day
2. Do you like the spring?: I like the smell of spring.
3. Finish the phrase: April Showers...bring May flowers...if you're an optimist...
4. What would you think of as a spring colour?: A nice green
June
1. What year did you graduate from school?: 2002
2. Did you go on any vacations last June?: I went to Toronto and Wonderland in one of the summer months
July
1. What did you do on the 1st of July?: Had a barbecue and watched fireworks over the river
2. Did you go on any vacations during this month?: nope
August
1. Did you do anything special to end off your summer?: not really, just a final swim
2. What was your favourite summer memory of '05?:living with Mark...Wonderland was pretty good too...first time on rollercoasters
3. Did you go swimming a lot in the summer?: Sure did
4. Did you go to the beach a lot?: pretty much every week
September
1. Did you attend school/college in '05?: Last year of my first degree
2. Who is/was your favourite teacher?: Three-way tie: Kinczyk from highschool, Dr. Guy from Sex Psych, and Bob from ecology
3. Do you like fall better than summer? if I have air conditioning, yes
October
1. What was your favourite Hallowe'en costume ever?: I never really had a good one
2. What's your favourite candy?: probably runts and/or mints
3. What did you dress up as this year?: Nothing. Though I was told I was dressed up as a stud...
November
1. Whose house do you usually go to for Thanksgiving?: Whoever in my family currently has a house...
2. Do you like stuffing?: without onions, yes.
3. What are you thankful for?: friends and Mark
December
1. Do you celebrate Christmas?: I celebrate the commercialization of Christmas
2. Have you ever been kissed under mistletoe?: Not that I remember
3. What did you want this year for Christmas?: A minimum of drama, and to be with Mark
4. What's the best present you ever got for Christmas?: hrmm...I guess my N64
5. Do you like cold weather?: If it's not windy
6. How would you rate your '05?: Very good, I had lots of new experiences
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08:45 pm
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oh Sam...don't read this...lol
Current Mood:  mellow
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08:34 pm
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Best Thanksgiving ever!
Despite the fact that I was unable to go to St. T and head to Burty's with the old gang, this was still the best thanksgiving I've ever had (not that past thanksgivings are hard to top...). Friday I just hung around the house and cleaned/chatted. I was hoping to go out with Mila, but she's been under the weather and spent the night sleeping.
Saturday is where things got fun. I met Dylan at the bus station at 2 so we could catch our bus to Toronto. He was wearing a suit and looked damn good :) We spent most of the trip there either reading or sleeping. Once we arrived in downtown Toronto, we set off to find the Hummingbird Centre, and we did. After that we walked around, talking, and looking for a place to eat. We finally picked the Keg, but it wasn't like the Keg around here--it played latin music and was remarkably classy, as are most things in that area. Everyone in downtown TO dresses extraordinarily well...if only people were like that around here.
Following dinner we walked to the Eatons Centre and wandered around Chapters until it was time to head to the theatre. Unfortunately, since I bought my ticket a few weeks after Dylan got his our seats weren't together, so we had to split up until intermission.
The opera itself--The Handmaid's Tale--was amazing. The set was, without question, the best I've ever seen. Part of the stage rotated so that four scenes could be on simultaneously, and when they switched, people dressed as the secret police quickly came onto stage and moved the props off-stage through the 3 doors that lined each side, so there were no blackouts between scenes. I can't overemphasize how well done the stage choreography was. The lighting, which was equally impressive, was used to change the mood, turn the back wall from opaque to transluscent windows, and even transform the entire stage into a night club. All I can say is wow!
After the show we wandered Church St. trying to find a bar, but apparently we missed the village because we ended up in a pretty shady neighbourhood and headed back to Front St. where we found a pub. We talked there until we had to catch our bus...at 1am. We slept for most of the ride back to London and didn't get back until around 3am.
But the good times didn't end there. On Sunday I called new friend Marco, who was in town for thanksgiving, and we went out for dinner. Then coffee. And then we rented Scooby Doo 2 and came back to my place to watch it. We were having a really good time and ended up watching Miss Congeniality after Scooby, and then Ever After after Miss Congeniality....with some other activities in between :) He was going to drive back to Sarnia that night, but ended up just staying over and going back in the morning.
I haven't felt this good about a boy in...well...ever. We've talked since then and he's coming back to London next week...I'm keeping my fingers crossed.
Current Mood: cheerful
Current Music: Anastacia - Left Outside Alone
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12:04 am
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The world only spins forward
A joke I heard. Question: What does a gay man bring on a second date? Answer: Second date? What's that?
The general rule of 'funny because it's true' doesn't apply here. No. This is too true, so true that laughing is an impossibility. It hit home, hard.
I went on another date with another new guy...funny, smart, had a great time, yada yada...and then out of my life forever. I can't take it, I'm not meant for this type of life. I can't be casual about relationships, and I don't even want to try to be.
So I'm laying down some new ground rules. Well, just one to start actually, and then I'll go from there. No more putting out. That should weed out some of the problems.
There was talking with MIke last night and today. It went well--there may yet be potential for friendship, though I won't be letting my defenses down again anytime soon.
In other news, today was the Queerific Picnic in the park. I forced Lindsay into coming with me. All in all, it was a good time. There were traditional picnic games of three-legged races and frisbee. Also, my latest obsession, Dylan, was there :)
I first met him almost 2 years ago at Cafe One, but he doesn't remember. I see him on campus all the time, and last week we ran into each other at the QAF night get together, and then again at the general meeting, after which we went for coffee with a couple other people. Today he kept randomly grabbing my arm or bumping into me, and then gave me a piggy back ride for no reason. When it ended, we walked to the bust stop together before going home. He's Mila-style-insane and makes me laugh, so I'm hoping something happens there.
All things considered, I seem to be making some slow, painful progress in my life--we'll see where it goes.
Current Mood: hopeful
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02:41 pm
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Nothing changes
Goddamnit, sometimes I just wish I could haul ass out of here and never look back. But then I realize the problem's with me, so a change of scenery probably won't make anything better. I try and I try, but I can't change who I am, can't be more than I am. And that's not okay. Stop telling me to be myself--myself is not enough. Being myself is the problem, being myself has gotten me nowhere, has gotten me rejected over and over again.
If I can't change, then I just want out.
I'm sick of this...how many more good things am I going to have to watch slip away just because I'm stupid and shy?
Current Mood: crushed
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07:05 pm
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Best weekend ever
This weekend has been one of the best in a long time. Friday I met up with a new friend, Doug, to see Wicker Park. He came over around ten and we sat around talking/trying to overcome my shyness for a bit. Sometime after 11 we headed out to Rainbow for the movie. I'd seen it before, but it was just as good the second time around, though I'm sure the company had something to do with that.
After the movie we walked down Richmond and made fun of the crazies. Near Cafe One, some guy decided it would be a good idea to streak down the street just as two police vans were driving by, saw them, and then took off down a side street. After that we stopped at Mac's and then made our way back to my place.
It was after two by then and we just sat around talking some more. Soon, talking turned into hand holding, and that turned into cuddling--eventually, we were on the balcony and he gave me what is, by far, one of the best kisses I've had. After that there was more cuddling, and sleeping, and he left at 10 am the next day.
I'm trying not to get my hopes up just yet, but I definitely hope alot more comes of this.
Saturday night Sam came into town and we went for bubble tea with John, Jon, and Josh. It was a time of many immature jokes and much laughing. Following bubble tea, we went to Fleetway for bowling. If I'd known that it had black lights and cool music I would have gone a long time ago. We definitely had just as much fun changing each other's names on the score screens as we did with the actual bowling :)
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11:33 pm
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Israel, Islam, and Diversity
Today was very long--I left the apartment at 8:30 am and didn't get back until 8:30 pm. Most of that time was spent in class or labs, both of which were boring. I seem to be continuing my bad habit from last year of falling asleep during biochem...If you ever took it, you'd understand.
My long day concluded on a high point though, with a lecture from Irshad Manji, author of the controversial "The Trouble with Islam: A Wake-Up Call for Honesty and Change", entitled "Israel, Islam, and Diversity." The turnout was surprising, especially considering how nice the weather was. Ivey 1R40 was packed full, and even had security, no doubt due to the diversity of the people attending, including feminists, Jews, Muslims, gays, Conservatives, and a representative from the campus NDP club.
Despite the conflicting views of those attending, the lecture proceeded without incident. Irshad herself is an excellent speaker and raised many interesting questions. Moreover, she did much to disperse rumours of Israel as a conservative, white state lacking in diversity; however, at the same time she made sure to represent their shortcomings equally. Central to her talk, was the idea that we need not be defensive in order to defend diversity, and that often defensiveness is counter productive, forcing us to take a theological side rather than face the issue at hand and ask ourselves tough questions, to challenge our own beliefs. As she put it, "surely our faith can withstand such a challenge, but dogma cannot."
Once all was said and done, I left the lecture feeling empowered. It felt unbelievably good to think about these kind of issues again, and to be surrounded by so many people of different backgrounds all brought together peacefully to have an intellectual discussion about a controversial topic. The downside is it's brought back some old regrets about going into science rather than political science. Once again, my mind has turned to considering law school, but we'll see how this year goes...
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08:24 pm
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Letting Go...
School has started again. This marks the beginning of my third year of university, currently in the Med Sci microbiology program. There were some administrative snafus, but I won't bore anyone with the details--suffice it to say all is well once again, academically anyway.
This year, I think, is going to give me a fresh start. I've spent so much time in the last months depressed and obsessing over Mike that it rendered me unable to see the many opportunities sitting in front of me, and the amazing parts of my life, and the amazing friends which I already have.
I realize now that I can't be with Mike and be happy, and while I'm hurt that he no longer wants me, it's for the best, or at least for my best. What I've come to see is how much of myself I had to hide in order to not upset him while we were together. Knowing his history of emotional problems and quickness to anger kept me from talking about certain topics important to me, and often required that I keep my feelings to myself, even when asked. It was an unhealthy situation to say the least.
But I've come to terms with two important things. First, I've accepted that there was/is nothing I can do to help him, despite how much I'd like to. And second, it wasn't my fault that things ended. This was by far the most difficult to accept. I thought for the longest time that I'd done something wrong, something to drive him away, but the fact is he cheated, he broke up with me, and I deserved much better.
So that brings me to where I am now....trying to let go. Everytime I talk to him, or think about him I just end up feeling crappy again, even though I know I shouldn't. I've been trying to just let go and put it all behind me by focusing on my chance for a fresh start here and now. I've been exercising more, even lifting weights (*gasps*), and trying to be more social. As of today I'm a member of UWOut, and there are plans in the works to join SALSA with Kristin. I also have alot more school work to do, and, finally, I think I know what I'm working towards in school.
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02:37 am
[Link] | Memoirs of a Mad Cook
There's no point kidding myself any longer,
I just can't get the knack of it ; I suspect
there's a secret society which meets
in dark cafeterias to pass on the art
from one member to another.
Besides,
It's so personal preparing food for someone's
insides, what can I possibly know
about someone's insides, how can I presume
to invade your blood?
I'll try, God knows I'll try
but if anyone watches me I'll scream
because maybe I'm handling a tomato wrong,
how can I know if I'm handling a tomato wrong?
something is eating away at me
with splendid teeth
Wistfully I stand in my difficult kitchen
and imagine the fantastic salads and soufflés
that will never be.
Everyone seems to grow thin with me
and their eyes grow black as hunters' eyes
and search my face for sustenance.
All my friends are dying of hunger,
there is some basic dish I cannot offer,
and you my love are almost as lean
as the splendid wolf I must keep always
at my door.
- Gwendolyn MacEwen, 1972
Though some may scoff at referencing one of the best Canadian writers of all time and a character from Babylon5 in the same entry, it's not going to stop me.
During an attack on the station, Delenn's husband, whose name escapes me, attempted to put her on an escape pod and send her to the planet below. He left the job to two of the maintenance workers. What would happen, she questioned them, if someone were to smash the panel of the pod after launch. They answered that it would likely lose control and crash into the planet. To that she replied "while I'm not a prophet, I can say with reasonable certainty that if I were forced to watch as everything I love and have fought for fell apart without even a chance to hold
it together, just such a terrible accident would happen."
Well, while I'm not a prophet, I fear everything I love and have fought for may fall apart without even a chance to hold it together, and then just such a terrible accident could happen.
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02:29 am
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Update
I've decided that I should try to start writing in this much more frequently than I have been. Two years of university is over, and 3 months of my relationship with Mike have gone by and there's little or nothing written about it. I feel if I don't write about it now, I'll regret it in the years to come as the details fade.
Year 2 of university has officially ended, and all things considered, I did quite well. My average is 86, and I'm now in honours medical sciences. I'm nearing completion of a schedule for next year--it's looking as though I'll have to take 6.0 credits (including 1.0 in biochemistry, ugh...) in order to keep all my options open. At this point, I'm still having some difficulty deciding what exactly I want to do. The abridged version of my options is a) graduate next year with a 3 yr general B.Sc. in biology and pursue a professional degree, most likely pharmacy, or b) complete a 4 year honors Bachelor of Medical Science degree with specialization in either microbiology or physiology, followed by a professional degree.
The benefits of the former are that I'd be done school one year sooner, be making real money one year sooner, and most likely be close to Mike one year sooner. The benefit of the latter is that I'd have a more prestigious degree which could open more doors for me sometime down the line, albeit I'd probably never use it. It's a tough decision, one which I'll have to make in the coming year.
The good news about the next school year is that I've already found a place to live. Lindsay's mother bought an apartment on Talbot, which has brand new everything and is in a nice neighbourhood. Also, things will be much better because I won't have to worry about crappy roommates this year.
In the boy department, things are going well. He makes me incredibly happy, and I'm going to see him in ten days which is good, because I've never missed someone so much before. I'm kind of reserved about writing about him here, but I expect that will change, especially after I see him next.
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11:28 pm
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You are a GRAMMAR GOD!
If your mission in life is not already to
preserve the English tongue, it should be.
Congratulations and thank you!
How grammatically sound are you?
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02:07 am
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Where I'm at right now...
Long time no update, so here goes...
I'm no longer single, yay! Mike, who I mentioned earlier, and I are officially an item. He spent all of March break here with me and it was definitely one of the best weeks ever. The only downside is he lives in Brampton and the distance is frustrating at times :(
School's going mostly okay. With a little (read: alot) of work this week before exams, I should be able to pull of an A average for the year.
I have around 18 days left living in this house. Jen's gone now....that makes me happy. Still getting screwed on the phone bill though. Not sure where I'm living next year.
This was unusually short.
hrmmm
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02:06 am
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You're great, but blah blah blah...
how many more times am I going to have to hear that one? Well, at least he was honest and didn't jerk me around like certain people. And really, he's not someone I could see myself with, so no big loss.
Oh, in other news, I got my butt kicked on genetics :( This week's plans: study super hard for Chem to make up for it.
My roommates are driving me insane. I got 4 calls last night between 3am and 3:15am....someone kept calling back and not leaving messages. Then, around 4, Evan and Jen came home and started fighting yet again and woke me up. This is the third time this week, and last time it ended with Evan throwing something at the wall and leaving a big hole.
They're also not doing their dishes, and things are disappearing...methinks I'll be involving the landlords soon. Or leaving nasty letters....one or the other....or both...
Mikey from Brampton is the sweetest boy in the world.
That is all.
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12:57 am
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sometimes i wish i just didn't think so much
First, we'll need a bit of history. Earlier this fall, either September or October, I made myself a Faceparty profile. A boy named Greg, first year at Western, responded and we tried several times, unsuccessfully, to get together.
We somewhat kept in contact though, and last week we got to talking. Basically he said he was looking for something real, and not just the stereotypical, superficial gay man--as am I. And he asked me if I wanted to go on a date. Obviously my answer was yes.
So we've been talking to each other all week, and getting to know one another. He said things that were really cute, if not sappy, and it seemed like things were going very well. We had alot in common and he said he was optimistic about Friday night.
Me being me, and wanting to prepare for every possible scenario, I've spent the past 2 days cleaning, and planning what to wear, etc, on the odd chance that we might end up back at my place hanging out.
Friday comes, and I have the standard nervousness, but everything's good. I go to Syd to meet him, and then we head to Jack Astor's for dinner. We're talking, getting to know each other, awkward silences are at a minimum--everything's good. Plus, he's really cute, and I feel pretty comfortable around him, unlike most guys.
And this is where the too much thinking and reading into things comes in. First, he asks for separate bills. Okay, I can deal with that...it's kind of a gray area about who pays for what...good to play it safe at first. A few times during the night though, he said he was feeling somewhat sick, sore stomach. And then, when we're done dinner, he says he thinks it might be better if he goes home instead of going to a movie after.
But he said he'd be interested in doing something on the weekend, so I don't know. Probably I'm just reading too much into things. By all accounts, it went pretty well, especially for one of my first dates. I think we had more conversation in the span of 2 hours than Nick and I had in all of our time together.
So yes, we'll see where this leads. And in the meantime I should probably work on some of my insecurities.
Current Mood: pessimistic
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11:54 pm
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good times
To balance the last post, I'll also mention the good things that have been happening in my life.
The gym thing seems to be going pretty well. I've been going fairly regularly, and I'm not as nervous anymore, and I'm actually already feeling alot better physically. The whole changeroom thing is still a bit ughh, though.
In other news, I've made a new friend (I think I can call him that), Michael Steven Coté, who I can assure you isn't crazy. But weird, very weird, and funny. We've talked lots on msn and he says things that are funny and just awww, and said I make him laugh but he usually doesn't. It gave a much needed boost to my confidence. We talked on the phone the other night too for three hours, and I really don't even wanna think about my phone bill, but it was worth it. I was quiet as usual with new people, but he kept talking and it was good times.
On the school front, things are going okay, but will be getting uber busy beginning next week, and I hope I'll be ready for it again.
And also, my uncle seems very confident that I'll be getting a job at Sterling this summer, and that should translate into lots of money for me. And that, in turn, will translate hopefully into no roommates next year!
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11:41 pm
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bad times
This week has been up and down to say the least. Monday sucked ass. I woke up at 7:30 for my genetics class only to find that my house had been trashed. Apparently, my roommate and her boyfriend (who plays for the London Knights, a local hockey team) and some of his friends, and my other roommate and her friend all decided to go out drinking, ostensibly to celebrate a hockey game or something. Now that's all well and good...except for when said roommate and her friend return at 2 am with 4 drunken guys, all hockey players for either the Knights or the Western team.
Around 3am things started to go bad and get rowdy. First, my other roommate was pissed off that there were 4 drunken guys at the house at 3am who were being noisy when he had to be up for work in 4 hours. There was some arguing between the two of them, and that's the last I heard because I'd fallen back asleep by that time.
When I came downstairs that morning I found that the house had been egged (inside), a fire extinguisher had been emptied into the fridge and freezer, and all over the place, and all the liquid laundry detergent had been poured out all over the basement floor. Also, the laundry room sink was plugged and the tap left on in an attempt to flood the basement so there was no hot water at all.
After a brief, cold shower I went downstairs to find out what was going on. The police were on their way at that point, because apparently the 4 guys had trashed the house when my roommate and her friend wouldn't put out. Moreover, there was also some sexual harrassment/assault. As far as I know, charges have been laid for that, and also destruction of property.
I spent 4 hours cleaning the fridge and salvaging what food I could while the police took statements. When it seemed things couldn't get worse, they did--and the police had to run out of our house because the bank not one block away was being robbed. After that, they came back, finished, and around 12:30 I finally got to leave for school.
It's still not over though, because alot of damaged belongings have yet to be replaced. At first, the KNights said they would do whatever it took to make things right. They seem to be backing out of that. And I'm hearing different stories from everyone about who's going to be paying for what. Combine that with the tensions I'm already having with my roommates and it's no surprise that everyone was blowing up at everyone else tonight. Hopefully this will be over soon and we can get back to normal life.
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11:51 pm
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movies abound, and signs of the apocolypse!
Here's a brief recap of recent happenings...
Last weekend was alot of fun. Sam came to London and we went to see Paycheck with Lindsay. Doug and his lady friend also came. We were planning to see Big Fish, but by the time we got there it was sold out, so Paycheck it was. Turns out, it was a good choice--it was awesome, and my ultra hip love goddess Uma Thurman kicked ass as usual.
After the movie we met up with Doug and his friend at a Timmy's nestled deep within the London ghetto, but it was worth it. We had good times discussing school and porn, and other sleep-deprived, hilarious issues. I forget what time we left, but it was late. When I got home, i mailed Sam to resume to print off and take to my aunt's so I can get it into Sterling and hopefully get a nice job this summer.
Sunday was spent lazing around and doing school work, and then lots of TV-watching. This week went by fairly quickly, and I'm happy to report that my add/drop nightmare is finally at an end.
Thursday was my first organic chem lab for this semester, and it went kind of okay. I messed up on the last part though, and had to copy from the girl I share the fume hood with. On the plus side, there are lots of very very hot guys in my lab...mmmmm, shaggy hair...and one really cute guy works next to me, and we talked and joked a bit and heee!
So far this weekend's been fun. Yesterday was dinner with Lindsay and Chris, followed by hanging out at Chris and Kurt's apartment. And today I saw Runaway Jury, which was very well done, with Steph at Rainbow. Also today, in what could well be interpreted as a sign of a coming apocolypse, I *gasp* joined a gym. I started with a one month membership, and will see where that takes me. It went pretty well today. My only complaint is I'm not a fan of changerooms--I changed very quickly and got the hell out of there, and I think it's pretty much implied that showering there is absolutely out of the question.
In a paraphrase of what Julian might say, the university adventure continues...
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07:26 pm
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Car culture
I was thinking today about cars, and how they effect everything. But most specifically, your social life, and particularly, your love life. It seems we're so ruined by a lifetime of TV and movies depicting friends picking each other up, and boys pulling up out front and coming to the door before a date that living life to the fullest has become impossible without a car.
Ironically, as I was thinking this, I was also trying to convince a friend to go to East Side Mario's with me--an MSN window popped up, and there was my answer: "I'd say yes if you had a car."
I can't help but notice other people, other guys especially, who are less intelligent than me, less funny, less fun to be around, and dramatically less mature. But they have cars. And they have boyfriends/girlfriends, where I have none.
I honestly can't count the times my plans have been kiboshed because it meant someone would have to walk or take a bus. Yes, cars are wonderful things, and I'd love to have one. But have we been spoiled? Is our car lust and laziness standing in the way of opportunites for happiness and good times?
Moreover, they can also drive wedges between drivers and passengers. On more than one occasion I've been accused--often not to my face--of asking friends to do something with me, simply because I wanted a ride.
I'm not quite sure where this is going, so I'll stop now...but it is interesting.
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