'Bout time I told you what I was doing for a week and a half, innit?
So, Kingston was FUCKING AWESOME in ways that defy imagination. When you spend the entire day handling the words of a story so colossal it defines everything we see and are and the nights singing and laughing with some seriously awesome people, you learn a lot.
After five shots' worth of vodka, no silence is awkward.
Only climb rock faces that do not include shale.
“Hey Jude” is the only way to start a party.
It doesn't matter what month it is; bring a fucking sweater.
Alternatively, seduce someone who did.
Engineers are even more wack than you think they are, no matter how wack you think they are.
Chivalry isn't dead. It's just that much sexier.
Never assume people know you're being sarcastic.
Stick with the sober guy.
When the prof tells you to “get your shit together”, it's because she cares.
Some nimpus will always leave evidence* behind.
WOW addicts actually can maintain a life. Who knew?
Creepy contests** are fun for everyone.
Don't mock arts majors. They might be gymnasts who can kick you in the back of the face.
*puke and/or full cans of beer
**see In Jokes
And when you live with 33 other people for ten days, shit happens.
“DOLOSTONE!” “TOURMALINE!” “HORIZONTAL BURROWS!” etc. - see Nick
Creepy Contests - Don't get any misconceptions. We're all normal. Really. But there was one night where a series of contests took place to find out which of the guys could be creepiest. The winner, oddly enough, was Malcolm of the Puppy Dog Eyes. Yeah, him over Mark the Unintentionally Creepy and Skylar of the Bad Ideas.
“Andre, you're on.” - It was decreed on night... two? I think? that any awkward silences would be abated if Andre were to drop his pants. It worked pretty well. He only did it once. All other silences magically disappeared with this phrase alone.
People were given nicknames on occasion. I was close to calling Andre “Chips” thanks to his never-absent bag of Lay's. Harrison was renamed Alberta, for reasons which are sensical but not immediately obvious. Some small groups used minerals as codenames for other students so we'd think they weren't gossiping, but I'm pretty sure Wenzhe was Biotite.
Speaking of living with 33 people for ten days, here are some whose names may recur in this journal.
Judy - The first of my fellow rockheads that I ever met. Funny, straightforward and has her head screwed on right. Has been called the “worst Asian ever.”
Andre - Runner-up in the Creepy Contests, but he's a sweetie when he doesn't have the hoodie-and-wild-eyes thing going. Loaned me his jacket for a night.
Danielle - Awesome. They're synonymous, trust me. Had me when she referred to our department as “incestuous.” Also has great taste in music.
Mark - Was in many of my classes last year. Not so much a character as a caricature. Super-tall, glasses, braces, clumsy and a bit inept, but likeable. Fails at hiding that he has the hots for Judy, but she's kinda with Andre now and this is like a fucking soap.
Lindsay - Slightly “abrasive”, as Judy put it, but a good person and damn funny at opportune times.
Adam - Ex-rocker with a fossil fetish. Super-smart, kind, mentorly and frighteningly good at drunken jiujitsu. Often berates himself for being almost a decade older than most of the class. We all love him, though.
Harrison - a.k.a. Alberta because that's where he's, y'know, from. Though he has his annoying times, he's articulate, thoughtful and stylin' with the hat. Plus kickass singing voice and love of Nightwish.
Nick - Frat boy. Procurer of booze. First day, some people thought he was a clowny TA. Makes rocks and minerals epic simply by saying their names.
After five shots' worth of vodka, no silence is awkward.
Only climb rock faces that do not include shale.
“Hey Jude” is the only way to start a party.
It doesn't matter what month it is; bring a fucking sweater.
Alternatively, seduce someone who did.
Engineers are even more wack than you think they are, no matter how wack you think they are.
Chivalry isn't dead. It's just that much sexier.
Never assume people know you're being sarcastic.
Stick with the sober guy.
When the prof tells you to “get your shit together”, it's because she cares.
Some nimpus will always leave evidence* behind.
WOW addicts actually can maintain a life. Who knew?
Creepy contests** are fun for everyone.
Don't mock arts majors. They might be gymnasts who can kick you in the back of the face.
*puke and/or full cans of beer
**see In Jokes
And when you live with 33 other people for ten days, shit happens.
“DOLOSTONE!” “TOURMALINE!” “HORIZONTAL BURROWS!” etc. - see Nick
Creepy Contests - Don't get any misconceptions. We're all normal. Really. But there was one night where a series of contests took place to find out which of the guys could be creepiest. The winner, oddly enough, was Malcolm of the Puppy Dog Eyes. Yeah, him over Mark the Unintentionally Creepy and Skylar of the Bad Ideas.
“Andre, you're on.” - It was decreed on night... two? I think? that any awkward silences would be abated if Andre were to drop his pants. It worked pretty well. He only did it once. All other silences magically disappeared with this phrase alone.
People were given nicknames on occasion. I was close to calling Andre “Chips” thanks to his never-absent bag of Lay's. Harrison was renamed Alberta, for reasons which are sensical but not immediately obvious. Some small groups used minerals as codenames for other students so we'd think they weren't gossiping, but I'm pretty sure Wenzhe was Biotite.
Speaking of living with 33 people for ten days, here are some whose names may recur in this journal.
Judy - The first of my fellow rockheads that I ever met. Funny, straightforward and has her head screwed on right. Has been called the “worst Asian ever.”
Andre - Runner-up in the Creepy Contests, but he's a sweetie when he doesn't have the hoodie-and-wild-eyes thing going. Loaned me his jacket for a night.
Danielle - Awesome. They're synonymous, trust me. Had me when she referred to our department as “incestuous.” Also has great taste in music.
Mark - Was in many of my classes last year. Not so much a character as a caricature. Super-tall, glasses, braces, clumsy and a bit inept, but likeable. Fails at hiding that he has the hots for Judy, but she's kinda with Andre now and this is like a fucking soap.
Lindsay - Slightly “abrasive”, as Judy put it, but a good person and damn funny at opportune times.
Adam - Ex-rocker with a fossil fetish. Super-smart, kind, mentorly and frighteningly good at drunken jiujitsu. Often berates himself for being almost a decade older than most of the class. We all love him, though.
Harrison - a.k.a. Alberta because that's where he's, y'know, from. Though he has his annoying times, he's articulate, thoughtful and stylin' with the hat. Plus kickass singing voice and love of Nightwish.
Nick - Frat boy. Procurer of booze. First day, some people thought he was a clowny TA. Makes rocks and minerals epic simply by saying their names.