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Well kids, I'm in the T. Dot.
And unfortunately, have not been behaving myself in a very healthy or appropriate manner. In no chronological order... some highlights of my University experience?
Learning to carry booze in the hallways in a plastic bag.. and unfortunately resorting to a huge sears bag that once carried my bedsheets (oh, the irony.)
Something that alas, needed to be documented a few times and prompted the very slurred quote: "it... doesn't... stop... being.. funny."
Playing a game of "Kings" in my room before an engineering keggar that unforunately left me with the view of this following photo.. needless to say, I didn't leave my room/experience the keg/ever play kings again.
A few sketchy "dance parties" in which I may or may not have felt the need to dance on a table or two.
Please note Joshua Gelata on the left corner. ENOUGH SAID.
One night at the campus pub remains COMPLETELY unremembered, but was documented in the following scenes..
QUOTE: "You were toting him around all night like a handbag."
While my neighbours have friendly messages on their doors such as "LOVE YA GIRL!" and "Meet us at the mall!" "You rock!".. my life at ryerson can be summed up by what is scrawled on mine.
and later..
RUDE.
I've also learned how to enjoy a casual cocktail before a Thursday evening "dance party", perhaps, and behave myself in a mature manner..
Please note how the evening ended... 4 am... this scene.
Mature. Casual.
Another highlight has been dominion.. a 24 hour grocery store conveniantly located a block from our res and two blocks from the campus bar. Please feel free to enjoy the following purchases that were EXTREMELY necessary.
A box of lasagne.. and
A turkey and havarti sandwich.
We are quite crafty in res, always finding ways to incorperate booze into our lives, usually in the form of some sort of food.. in this case, jello shooters.
But I, alas, am usually that guy to quit the fun and games and horsing around with foody items and just cut to the chase.. literally.
A few men have been inserted into my life, unforunately.
But only one that Katie and I are enamored enough to feed out of a tong.
I'm kind of still trying to pretend that this picture didn't happen.
Wednesday night "Laguna beach nights" of course involve very little watching of Laguna beach and more of.... strawberry wine.
Unforunately, wednesday also happens to be "Hip Hop open mic night" at the pub. Yes, Sian sported those glasses to a night filled MAINLY with black men.
By the time Laguna credits rolled around, I had indulged in enough wine to seriously ask this man if I could use his ID.
He alas declined, but was kind enough to offer his cheek for a condolence smooch, in which I of course behaved inappropriately.
I'm still trying to figure out why these men were a part of my life, if even for a second.
Please note all aspects/facial expressions of the following crew.
Katie is one of the coolest people at Ryerson. She followed my suit that night and inquired in an extremely polite manner if she could use Paul (on the right)'s ID. We both find ourselves pretty funny, but we may be the only ones.
Of COURSE i made a vodka watermelon. Honestly.. would I NOT make one?
One of the greatest nights of my entire university life may or may not have been when Sian lit a cigarette in the Dominion grocery store. Please note that the cereal/pop tart aisle was also the scene that night of a very infamous hookup. Enough said.
Arawn and I have a strange and twisted relationship. Sometimes he gives me advice on outfits to wear, but only very reluctantly.
One night, this terrible, terrible scene may have happened on the steps of a CHURCH beside the lineup to the bar.
Luckily it wasn't enough to defer Jeff, who still was able to provide me with some much needed lineup loving.
My facial expression sums up how I feel about Jeff's charming dance floor behaviour.
that he apparently believes to work like a charm.
Katie spent the entire night chatting with these men outside about kidney stones/being fed cigarettes.
I may have torn my ghetto ass off the dance floor for a few seconds to join the medical terminology crew for a quick snap shot.
what. the. fuck.
No, A.J. and I are NOT a couple, although tis a rumor that we have to dispel almost on a daily basis, usually becuase we enjoy busting a few dance moves together during hip-hop nights at the bar. WE'RE NOT TOGETHER OKAY.
HAHAHAHAH.
Please note Sian (on the far right) 's expression in both of the following pictures. She had a good night, we think.
This is a picture that got us thrown out of the liquor store by our tails. We thought the "party zone" sign might slightly sum up matters.
A slighlty trippy scene involving some Jamaican ganja..
Tuesday night.
Webcamming with a stiff drink. A moment of realization/low point for everyone involved, I believe. Gabbs may have been pressured to take a shot over webcam.
One of the trippiest/sketchiest moments of my life was running into Ricky, our R.A. in the dominion at around 10:45 pm on a Tuesday evening.. buying.... Gaufres.
I saw Ashton and Demi.
Usually we wander the streets in search of different locations of Starbucks. I kind of love being in a huge city.
Arawn is pretty much my bro, so the slightly sensual undertone of this picture is out of the blue and completely creepy.
Oh yeah, this is my crew. I kind of like being the only brunette/native. It works, it works.
I sincerely, sincerely wish that I had pictures from last friday, when all of Ryerson had an all-ages club night at a nightclub downtown called The Docks.
Unfortunately, my camera was lost/ I was found in the shower at 5 am.
I don't think anything more needs to be said on the subject.
I was told by a man on my floor who witnessed the scene, that it was a very "Kate Moss-esque" performance on my part. GUD. TIMEZ.
I'll leave you with this little photo, kids. Yes, that is Nutella. Don't even try to pretend you don't miss me.
