I'm in looooove with a stripper, she poppin', she rollin' she rollin'...
Dude, I am addicted to this obscene song having to do with being in love with a stripper...it is probably THE worst song in the world, but when you listen to it ONCE, you won't be able to stop singing the chorus! Anyway...
I've finished three exams; Economics, Political Science & Calculus. We will not talk about the latter of the three, as I'm pretty sure it's the reason I won't get into Commerce II next year and is thus why I am forced to become an artsy. I'm very upset, as much as I don't let on to it...I don't want to leave business, because that's my purpose in life. I suppose the only thing I can do now is cross my fingers and have the world pray for me. You're all going to church on Sunday -- ask God to do me a little favour. I kid...sort of.
So yes, I returned home the day after my last exam. I met Melissa in Toronto, or Dundas AGAINST THE WALL to be more specific, and she took my Salad King-virginity at lunch. It was lovely! Then she drove me home. Wednesday night I went to play poker with Mike & his friends -- very random, I know. It was kind of spur-of-the-moment, but it turned out to be a lot of fun! I was so stealth that nobody even knew it was my first time! I didn't win, but I'm pretty sure I'm hooked now...I came home and made an account on PokerRoom.com and played until like 1:30.
Thursday I went in for an interview at ING. I might have failed to mention that I have a job there for the summer? Who0, rock my socks, but I had to go in for an interview anyway as a formality. It was good experience, though. All of the people who work there are really awesome, and there are going to be like 9 other summer students in my department, so I think it's going to be a pretty sweet job. I'm tres excited.
I went downtown Thursday night to party with the twin! I hadn't seen her since THE SUMMER. What a friggan outrage. It's wierd though; we can go months without seeing one another, but when we do we pick up where we left off. Obviously there were diary pages to be told, but you know how it goes. We partied with the frat boys across the street, more affectionately know as the "KA." Actually, it's not a "frat" it's a "Literary Society" Whatever, they were all really awesome and we had a good time. We went to this bar called Lab and literally snuck in by like crawling under these ropes and through a maze of tables...SKETCHY. Afterwards we went to this place called Andy Pool Hall for awhile and I ballroom-danced with this guy named "GayLord". I'm sure that's not his real name, but I will never know...THEN Alli & I were famished so we went to some cafe and waited for 4938498 years for some food, and then stayed up until 5 in the morning at her res eating and talking to her friend Jose. Friday afternoon we went for lunch at this Thai place, and dessert and spent like 3 hours filling each other in on our very exciting lives...*rolls eyes* It was a good time, though. She has really awesome friends and it was just good to finally see her again. *Love
So now I'm home until Wednesday with very few plans. Tonight Melissa & I are going to a party at Mike's and tomorrow is Easter with the family. I'll probably go back to the mall and buy more things I don't need on Monday or Tuesday, and then how I'm getting back to Hamilton on Wednesday is still a bit of a mystery. But I'm there for another week before I move out on the 27th. And now you're all filled in on my life.
BUT BEFORE I GO...i'll tell you all a story to further prove how much of a douchebag my dog really is. My backyard seems to be some sort of social gathering place for random animals...rabbits, racoons, huge birds, but the one most central to this story would be the skunk. Now, my dog thinks he is some kind of hero, so whenever he sees these aformentioned animals he barks up a storm in an attempt to prove how powerful he is. Anyway, no one is really sure of the specifics of the situation because it all took place behind the trees in our backyard, but my dog and the skunk got into some sort of altercation, and my DOG got SPRAYED by the SKUNK. We're almost sure that my dog bit the skunk, because the skunk has been sitting on our neighbour's front lawn and whenever someone goes up to it, he limps away...but animal control came over today to come and get it, and THANK GOD they did because an anonymous person in the neighbourhood (read: my dad) was ready to beat it with a shovel. You can only IMAGINE what my house smells like right now...EVERYTHING smells like skunk. And we've tried EVERYTHING to make it go away. Don't say tomato juice, because that's just a myth and it doesn't work...we've bleached the floors, lit scented candles EVERYWHERE, washed every article of clothing we own or sleep on, my mom is out purchasing Wal-Mart's entire supply of febreeze, and later today my dog is getting a bath in Peroxide. AND DON'T YOU DARE FEEL SORRY FOR HIM...he's a moron and deserves everything that's coming to him. Dude. Seriously...my dog's a douchebar. Ugh.
Play hard, guys.
I've finished three exams; Economics, Political Science & Calculus. We will not talk about the latter of the three, as I'm pretty sure it's the reason I won't get into Commerce II next year and is thus why I am forced to become an artsy. I'm very upset, as much as I don't let on to it...I don't want to leave business, because that's my purpose in life. I suppose the only thing I can do now is cross my fingers and have the world pray for me. You're all going to church on Sunday -- ask God to do me a little favour. I kid...sort of.
So yes, I returned home the day after my last exam. I met Melissa in Toronto, or Dundas AGAINST THE WALL to be more specific, and she took my Salad King-virginity at lunch. It was lovely! Then she drove me home. Wednesday night I went to play poker with Mike & his friends -- very random, I know. It was kind of spur-of-the-moment, but it turned out to be a lot of fun! I was so stealth that nobody even knew it was my first time! I didn't win, but I'm pretty sure I'm hooked now...I came home and made an account on PokerRoom.com and played until like 1:30.
Thursday I went in for an interview at ING. I might have failed to mention that I have a job there for the summer? Who0, rock my socks, but I had to go in for an interview anyway as a formality. It was good experience, though. All of the people who work there are really awesome, and there are going to be like 9 other summer students in my department, so I think it's going to be a pretty sweet job. I'm tres excited.
I went downtown Thursday night to party with the twin! I hadn't seen her since THE SUMMER. What a friggan outrage. It's wierd though; we can go months without seeing one another, but when we do we pick up where we left off. Obviously there were diary pages to be told, but you know how it goes. We partied with the frat boys across the street, more affectionately know as the "KA." Actually, it's not a "frat" it's a "Literary Society" Whatever, they were all really awesome and we had a good time. We went to this bar called Lab and literally snuck in by like crawling under these ropes and through a maze of tables...SKETCHY. Afterwards we went to this place called Andy Pool Hall for awhile and I ballroom-danced with this guy named "GayLord". I'm sure that's not his real name, but I will never know...THEN Alli & I were famished so we went to some cafe and waited for 4938498 years for some food, and then stayed up until 5 in the morning at her res eating and talking to her friend Jose. Friday afternoon we went for lunch at this Thai place, and dessert and spent like 3 hours filling each other in on our very exciting lives...*rolls eyes* It was a good time, though. She has really awesome friends and it was just good to finally see her again. *Love
So now I'm home until Wednesday with very few plans. Tonight Melissa & I are going to a party at Mike's and tomorrow is Easter with the family. I'll probably go back to the mall and buy more things I don't need on Monday or Tuesday, and then how I'm getting back to Hamilton on Wednesday is still a bit of a mystery. But I'm there for another week before I move out on the 27th. And now you're all filled in on my life.
BUT BEFORE I GO...i'll tell you all a story to further prove how much of a douchebag my dog really is. My backyard seems to be some sort of social gathering place for random animals...rabbits, racoons, huge birds, but the one most central to this story would be the skunk. Now, my dog thinks he is some kind of hero, so whenever he sees these aformentioned animals he barks up a storm in an attempt to prove how powerful he is. Anyway, no one is really sure of the specifics of the situation because it all took place behind the trees in our backyard, but my dog and the skunk got into some sort of altercation, and my DOG got SPRAYED by the SKUNK. We're almost sure that my dog bit the skunk, because the skunk has been sitting on our neighbour's front lawn and whenever someone goes up to it, he limps away...but animal control came over today to come and get it, and THANK GOD they did because an anonymous person in the neighbourhood (read: my dad) was ready to beat it with a shovel. You can only IMAGINE what my house smells like right now...EVERYTHING smells like skunk. And we've tried EVERYTHING to make it go away. Don't say tomato juice, because that's just a myth and it doesn't work...we've bleached the floors, lit scented candles EVERYWHERE, washed every article of clothing we own or sleep on, my mom is out purchasing Wal-Mart's entire supply of febreeze, and later today my dog is getting a bath in Peroxide. AND DON'T YOU DARE FEEL SORRY FOR HIM...he's a moron and deserves everything that's coming to him. Dude. Seriously...my dog's a douchebar. Ugh.
Play hard, guys.