I blame Stephen Harper
Well... Im-a going-a to try to keep-a two things to a minimum: 1) writing with an awfully stereoptyped italian accent 2) being overtly emo about the events of this week.
I hope I don't overcompensate and come off as callous... this is my attempt to laugh the whole week away.
Part One:
I don't actually care to relive this part. I've never been through anything this emotionally draining in my life. On the bright side of life, I feel closer to the people around me than ever before. I feel more a part of a community than I ever would have imagined. And, I heard some wonderful, hilarious, and very moving stories about a friend I knew for far too short a time.
Part Two:
Wisdom Teeth. Ouch. Mother. Fucker. Appointment Monday. Here's hoping they're out within the week.
Part Threeeee:
Today. The day of doom.
It started with the funeral. Actually, quite beautiful in all. Excepting the Catholic priest... too cultish for my tastes. The last half of the service though, when Zack's family got their turn to speak... exactly what I needed to get through this.
Then, Elli and I made a poster, watched an episode of Xmen, dillied... dallied... and about 10 of us from around the 8th floor got together and walked. We walked down keele looking for food. To no avail. So we walked to the mandarin. 45 minute wait. So we waited. Then we ate. Good god. And we talked. Good god. At one point, when Dusty mentioned that Julia has a "lesbian tongue" we got on the subject a bit. We tried to elaborate on the male preoccupation with "lesbians..."
oooooh...
my argument is that men aren't actually interested in lesbians at all. Unfortunately, they fail to distinguish between lesbians and bisexuals. The ladies at the table countered this, saying that I shouldn't speak of men as "they", but rather I should speak for myself.
I basically said, "I don't actually want to convert lesbians..."
to which Dusty replied, "He just wants to sleep with 'em"
Anyway, Mandarin was a grand 'ole opry, and then we left. Julia and I improvised bizarre scenes for the amusement of Francoise and Andre. The best of which was when we ended up brother and sister accidentally on a date.
Then, back to Pond to watch a movie. It didn't take long before the fire alarm went off. And we went outside. And then came back in only to realize that the building had flooded.
Yes. Pond actually became a Pond.
It has been an awfully long week.
I hope I don't overcompensate and come off as callous... this is my attempt to laugh the whole week away.
Part One:
I don't actually care to relive this part. I've never been through anything this emotionally draining in my life. On the bright side of life, I feel closer to the people around me than ever before. I feel more a part of a community than I ever would have imagined. And, I heard some wonderful, hilarious, and very moving stories about a friend I knew for far too short a time.
Part Two:
Wisdom Teeth. Ouch. Mother. Fucker. Appointment Monday. Here's hoping they're out within the week.
Part Threeeee:
Today. The day of doom.
It started with the funeral. Actually, quite beautiful in all. Excepting the Catholic priest... too cultish for my tastes. The last half of the service though, when Zack's family got their turn to speak... exactly what I needed to get through this.
Then, Elli and I made a poster, watched an episode of Xmen, dillied... dallied... and about 10 of us from around the 8th floor got together and walked. We walked down keele looking for food. To no avail. So we walked to the mandarin. 45 minute wait. So we waited. Then we ate. Good god. And we talked. Good god. At one point, when Dusty mentioned that Julia has a "lesbian tongue" we got on the subject a bit. We tried to elaborate on the male preoccupation with "lesbians..."
oooooh...
my argument is that men aren't actually interested in lesbians at all. Unfortunately, they fail to distinguish between lesbians and bisexuals. The ladies at the table countered this, saying that I shouldn't speak of men as "they", but rather I should speak for myself.
I basically said, "I don't actually want to convert lesbians..."
to which Dusty replied, "He just wants to sleep with 'em"
Anyway, Mandarin was a grand 'ole opry, and then we left. Julia and I improvised bizarre scenes for the amusement of Francoise and Andre. The best of which was when we ended up brother and sister accidentally on a date.
Then, back to Pond to watch a movie. It didn't take long before the fire alarm went off. And we went outside. And then came back in only to realize that the building had flooded.
Yes. Pond actually became a Pond.
It has been an awfully long week.