the hammer
i feel compelled to write...
i wish to god i could go to the turkey bowl... but alas i think it'll be a weekend of studying at my crazy asian aunt's and uncle's. everyone else is going home because everyone else lives close by. this is the biggest commuter school ever. aaron tries to convince me that it's not but it is. they call it 'the suitcase school'. every friday there's a massive clump of people in front of the building next door waiting for the go bus all day long. they stand there with their suitcases and their laundry bags... abandoning the rest of us. but we make our own fun. it means there aren't nearly as many first years around to crash keggers and have them be broken up early. it means REALLY random people congregating in the quad and following us around on our escapades. it means i'm getting to know the people who hate going home to toronto and richmond hill, and the kids from 'far away' like me. there's a kid from boston, we call him boston.... he's a bit of pretty boy who becomes less and less humble the more alcohol you put in him.
hopefully i'll be going to visit drew at western this weekend. it's not definite yet but hopefully... it's homecoming there, and here and in guelph this weekend, which means crazy parties everywhere. my roommate is going to guelph for the weekend so visiting drew would be a treat. seeing someone i know would be awesome.
alexa still seems kind of forlorn. i don't think she goes out much. i always intend for her to come out with us but it never works out.
res life makes it impossible to get anything done but i try.... at least i try. i must sleep though i haven't been doing enough of that lately.
some days i wish for nothing more than to go sit down in steve's and listen to people rant about katie harper.
i had my first breakdown on thursday. it was bizarre and i believe a number of factors induced it. the problem was there was no megan or anyone to just know how to deal with me. there was no sophie saying all the right things. there was no skeefe saying all the awkward things that make me laugh. there was no way to isolate myself and just be really alone for a while.... i dealt and i found a pleasant surprise in who i can rely on... my new support systems. some utterly distracting me from myself and making me laugh and others just listening or talking me out of my psychosis.
i can't believe it's been nearly a month. it feels so long but quick.
and i never told you all my sob story. here's the quick version. i bought a laptop a couple days before i left for school. loaded my new itunes and my pictures on to it. cleared my pictures off my camera and the motherboard on my computer died. i had the thing for one day and it died. i lost every picture i took since safegrad. susan and winston. the perfect bud the spud shot. paris in black and white. inge's euro mullet. crazy tequilla night pictures. dance friends performing synchro routines. everything. wiped.
it sucked.
i wish to god i could go to the turkey bowl... but alas i think it'll be a weekend of studying at my crazy asian aunt's and uncle's. everyone else is going home because everyone else lives close by. this is the biggest commuter school ever. aaron tries to convince me that it's not but it is. they call it 'the suitcase school'. every friday there's a massive clump of people in front of the building next door waiting for the go bus all day long. they stand there with their suitcases and their laundry bags... abandoning the rest of us. but we make our own fun. it means there aren't nearly as many first years around to crash keggers and have them be broken up early. it means REALLY random people congregating in the quad and following us around on our escapades. it means i'm getting to know the people who hate going home to toronto and richmond hill, and the kids from 'far away' like me. there's a kid from boston, we call him boston.... he's a bit of pretty boy who becomes less and less humble the more alcohol you put in him.
hopefully i'll be going to visit drew at western this weekend. it's not definite yet but hopefully... it's homecoming there, and here and in guelph this weekend, which means crazy parties everywhere. my roommate is going to guelph for the weekend so visiting drew would be a treat. seeing someone i know would be awesome.
alexa still seems kind of forlorn. i don't think she goes out much. i always intend for her to come out with us but it never works out.
res life makes it impossible to get anything done but i try.... at least i try. i must sleep though i haven't been doing enough of that lately.
some days i wish for nothing more than to go sit down in steve's and listen to people rant about katie harper.
i had my first breakdown on thursday. it was bizarre and i believe a number of factors induced it. the problem was there was no megan or anyone to just know how to deal with me. there was no sophie saying all the right things. there was no skeefe saying all the awkward things that make me laugh. there was no way to isolate myself and just be really alone for a while.... i dealt and i found a pleasant surprise in who i can rely on... my new support systems. some utterly distracting me from myself and making me laugh and others just listening or talking me out of my psychosis.
i can't believe it's been nearly a month. it feels so long but quick.
and i never told you all my sob story. here's the quick version. i bought a laptop a couple days before i left for school. loaded my new itunes and my pictures on to it. cleared my pictures off my camera and the motherboard on my computer died. i had the thing for one day and it died. i lost every picture i took since safegrad. susan and winston. the perfect bud the spud shot. paris in black and white. inge's euro mullet. crazy tequilla night pictures. dance friends performing synchro routines. everything. wiped.
it sucked.