Friday, November 26, 2004
I am a sucker for hot women in long underwear.
Dinner tonight. Governor General was there. I was expecting something uber fun and spirited with much dancing and smiling of children/serfs/smurfs.
Turns out my illusions were just those; illusions. She's not hotter in real life, and she actually struck me as being really stuck up and bitchy. I broke my drum mallet earlier in the evening, and I still smile at the thought of it breaking in the dinner room, and it smashing her in the head.
Just picture this: the woman who wastes 17 million dollars of Canadian's money every year gets a black eye from a leopard-wearing ops manager who will likely end up working in Petrol sales for the rest of his life. How can you not laugh at that??????
Turns out my illusions were just those; illusions. She's not hotter in real life, and she actually struck me as being really stuck up and bitchy. I broke my drum mallet earlier in the evening, and I still smile at the thought of it breaking in the dinner room, and it smashing her in the head.
Just picture this: the woman who wastes 17 million dollars of Canadian's money every year gets a black eye from a leopard-wearing ops manager who will likely end up working in Petrol sales for the rest of his life. How can you not laugh at that??????
Tuesday, November 23, 2004
The world would be a better place if the strippers were better looking...
First off, check out scotty's blog at http://qv7.net . it's hilarious, and takes him WAY too much time to write. which is okay, because he's unemployed.
So John Score weekend went off fairly well, although I don't think we'll ever be staying at the Town Inn Suites again.. Note to self: we're a bunch of bastards for even hinting that we'd behave. More like, I'm a prick for promising good behaviour.
Turns out my definition of good behaviour is 70 naked people, many hot frosh, in a single hotel room. Man, that was fun.
I'll add the occasional blog for the rest of the week as needed.
Sens in six.
So John Score weekend went off fairly well, although I don't think we'll ever be staying at the Town Inn Suites again.. Note to self: we're a bunch of bastards for even hinting that we'd behave. More like, I'm a prick for promising good behaviour.
Turns out my definition of good behaviour is 70 naked people, many hot frosh, in a single hotel room. Man, that was fun.
I'll add the occasional blog for the rest of the week as needed.
Sens in six.
Saturday, November 13, 2004
Let's see what's wrong with this picture...
First, there's no hockey. That in itself is worthy of a good bit of ponderance.
Second, Laurier just beat McMaster for the Yates Cup. How the hell did Laurier come from nowhere on the radar two years ago to being the best team in the country?
Third, I'm only in three courses. Yet, I'm far enough behind to seriously contemplate a long walk off a short dock. How the hell do I always do this to myself, and why?
Fourth, Scotty doesn't have a job yet. How the hell does someone so genuinely nice and employable not find a job??? This guy will be loyal to your company, has above-average patience and problem solving skills, plus he makes a dynamite Peanut Butter and Tabasco sandwich. Employers of the world, should be reading this, please hire the lad!
Fifth, I'm in my fifth year of bands, and still alone. Wait, there's nothing wrong with this picture. Moving on!
Sixth, I'm whining a lot more than I usually do. Or maybe not. I can't tell anymore.
Seventh, my dad just dropped a large amount on new furniture and an entertainment system for his new house here in Kingston, yet he gives me a hard time when I ask for five bucks to do laundry. WTF mate? On the plus side though, this new place is BITCHIN, and the new TV and DVD with Surround Sound are fucking wicked.
Eighth, there's no hockey. I'm having a memory lapse, so have a repeat ponderance.
That's all I've got the energy for right now. I'm writing this fully realizing that Scotty will likely be the only one who actually reads it. If any others read it, Welcome to Zombacom!
That's it, I'm out.
Sens in six.
Second, Laurier just beat McMaster for the Yates Cup. How the hell did Laurier come from nowhere on the radar two years ago to being the best team in the country?
Third, I'm only in three courses. Yet, I'm far enough behind to seriously contemplate a long walk off a short dock. How the hell do I always do this to myself, and why?
Fourth, Scotty doesn't have a job yet. How the hell does someone so genuinely nice and employable not find a job??? This guy will be loyal to your company, has above-average patience and problem solving skills, plus he makes a dynamite Peanut Butter and Tabasco sandwich. Employers of the world, should be reading this, please hire the lad!
Fifth, I'm in my fifth year of bands, and still alone. Wait, there's nothing wrong with this picture. Moving on!
Sixth, I'm whining a lot more than I usually do. Or maybe not. I can't tell anymore.
Seventh, my dad just dropped a large amount on new furniture and an entertainment system for his new house here in Kingston, yet he gives me a hard time when I ask for five bucks to do laundry. WTF mate? On the plus side though, this new place is BITCHIN, and the new TV and DVD with Surround Sound are fucking wicked.
Eighth, there's no hockey. I'm having a memory lapse, so have a repeat ponderance.
That's all I've got the energy for right now. I'm writing this fully realizing that Scotty will likely be the only one who actually reads it. If any others read it, Welcome to Zombacom!
That's it, I'm out.
Sens in six.
