Saturday Morning--The Day After

I suspect I'm dying.

Fucking Fridays

I just stumbled, quite drunkenly, up my stairs to my apartment. I'm now settled in and ready to drink my 8 cups of water. Fucking Fridays man. Good times, but Fucking Fridays.

Folk-Festing

I woke up this Saturday morning to find bits of "kevi 4 Eve" scratched randomly across my arm in blue pen. Let me begin the story a little earlier. Amie is in from Fort Sask visiting James and I. Hijinks have ensued. We have been folk-festing all weekend, and I must say, a great time has been had. We hit up the India and Jewish pavilions on Thursday night with Dean (the only dry pavilions we attended, might I add). Friday Night was 'The Green Route' Night. We again had some good times, as evidenced by my earlier reference to Kevi 4 Eve. Long bus rides kept the drunk-level to a respectable level, though we did encounter a group who had overcome the time-barrier between pavilions by bringing their own 40s onto the bus. We took the same idea with us on Saturday night, and subtly flasked it up in the Philippines. Klassy. Anyway, I have finally figured out my computer/camera technology, so I bring you pictures of my trip to Fort Sask. For pictures of folk-fest, you'll have to see Amie's blog (though not yet, she's still in Saskatoon and thus less likely to have updated)

Weekend Adventure

Well, as it turns out, my EDO fell on the day after August long, which means I only have one more day left of a three day work week. With the extra time this weekend, James and I went up to Turtleford to visit Amie, Tim, Bonnie and Garry. It was rather fabulous seeing everyone again. It was funny, though, to realize that any gossip I had shared with anyone in the group had become communal knowledge. It did, however, speed up the story telling process. After watching the Turtleford chariot races and eating some unknown bbq-flavoured meat, I went on with Amie and Tim to Fort Sask while James had to return to Saskatoon for work. The pinnacle of the trip, however, would most definitely be our Battle Royale. In what can only be described as an epic clash of the titans, Amie and I duked it out on the Gladiator game. The pictures will have to be forthcoming, as I seem to have misplaced my do-hicky that connects my camera to the computer. Stupid do-hicky. Sunday night was spent at their new apartment, after seeing where their fancy new digs would be. Monday was spent shopping at West Ed Mall and experiencing the glories of a store dedicated to cupcakes. At this point I should mention that my visit with Amie was ashamedly cut short by my recent read A Brother's Price. It's by Wen Spencer, and it's fabulous. As a result, much of my time was spent reading when I really, really should have been visiting. I couldn't help it though! Sometimes a book just grabs you. Like most sci-fi/fantasy, it dabbles in the cliche, but I find most books/stories cliche, so you have to judge on a curve.
Anyway, After a weekend of visiting, I took the midnight Monday bus back to Saskatoon (what with having no car on account of travelling with Amie and Tim from Turtleford). Here's what you need to know about midnight bus trips

1. When people in the back of the bus are loudly talking about how glad they are that Hell's Angel's are moving into Lloyd, it's a bad idea to shush them, even if it is 4am in the bloody morning.
2. When the guy with all the crazy X scars sitting behind you starts shushing (aka calling out) the aforementioned people, it's best to just continue reading or try to go back to sleep.
3. Just avoid both sets of crazy low class people and feel superior on account of your lengthy education.
4. It's also a good idea not to tell them how superior you are. Trust me. Don't even show indignation at their excessive (and improperly used) cursing. They don't care that they verbed a noun. Seriously.

And with that, I leave you with the promise of pictures as soon as possible. Oh yes, and I had my ears re-pierced.

Glorious Day!

Today was a good day to be me. I handed in my project (oh yeah) and now have a defence date of August 31. Just in time to avoid the new semester's tuition. double oh yeah. Now it's just a matter of passing.

In other news, the fringe is occurring right outside my front door. To illustrate this fact, I came out of the apartment last night to put my pass on my rearview mirror. What do I find but a bunch of teenage boys hot boxing right beside my car. oh to be young and not mind impaired driving. idiots. they soon recognized that I had made them, what with my waving and talking to them in a "don't touch my f***ing car with your greasy mcdonald's hands you under-educated munchie-motivated skids" type way. I think I was more polite at the time.
Anyway, the point is, the project is handed in. oh yeah.

Hey Hey!

I just handed in everything from my project except the works cited page. That's a good feeling. In addition, when I get drunk, all good wine tastes like bananas.