Today was a day during which I accomplished very little. Unless you count writing a terrible satire on the 2nd Floor UC Renovations, in which a certain "Student Union Commissioner" is interrogated by a certain campus "newspaper reporter." I was hoping the scene would turn out to be full of things that symbolize my views on how both the CSA ( Read more... )

Overhearing conversations can be very amusing sometimes. Just a few minutes ago when I was getting food down at Centre 6, this chick was talking about how she had a magnet and how all the coins in her pocket were lumped together because of it. It was interesting. Mind you, in terms of my entire life, it wasn't that interesting, and if I weren't ( Read more... )

Last night, I was at Norman's house, and I played Assassin's Creed, which is a fucking amazing game. The controls are super confusing at first, but after a while, you get used to it, and for the most part, you remember not to piss guards off or press A when you're scaling a super-high wall. The game is also based loosely on historical events for ( Read more... )

Way back in the olden days, when I was in Grade Four, I had to do this French presentation following a specific script:

Parson 1: Bonjour! Bienvenue a ma maison!
Parson 2: Bonjour! Ça va?
Parson 1: Ça va bien. Et tu?
Parson 2: Ça va très bien. Quelle belle robe!
Parson 1: Merçi!
...

When I was about to present with Justin, all the people who had presented ( Read more... )

So when he saw that Ysengrin
Would not give up, being sure he'd win,
He tried to talk him out of it.
"Since it is clear, as you admit,
That Renard pursued Hersent with love,
I would say that he was guilty of
Something less than a mortal sin.
Love is the traitor, Ysengrin.
Renard is very brave and clever, 
But for all my vassals I endeavor 
To be sure that ( Read more... )

My mother considers this house to be very lucky and feng shui. Our house number is 8-- another very lucky number. As for the feng shui part, certainly there are parts of our house I identify with parts of spirit. For example, when I'm sitting in front of the T.V. I feel like it's being sucked out. But yeah, we're pretty lucky I guess, to live where ( Read more... )

 I guess I never mentioned my temporary amnesia during that last Latin quiz. Last Friday in class, I was staring at the quiz and suddenly, completely forgot what I had been asked to do and what tenses I had needed to know. After about ten minutes, I finally recalled everything, handed it in, and got a 95. Yet another story of my brilliance ( Read more... )

Today, we read some Catullus in Latin. Grebe went off on one of her Roman history tangents and it was as delectable as ever. 
Catullus had some issues. Some very serious, pressing issues, one of which involving him becoming jealous of a sparrow to whom his mistress Lesbia paid too much attention. Let's just say that passer mortuus est and leave it ( Read more... )

Fuckkk... so I finished up my short story yesterday at about 5:05 and emailed it out to the class. I have mixed feelings about it. I feel like in some ways I've overcome some of my difficulties with psychic distance and character depth, but still, I'm a bit dissatisfied with its message. I feel like every time there's a story or movie in which one ( Read more... )

Oh, how I've been neglecting my duties as a writer. I wish I spent more time doing this, but there's so much to be distracted by. I'm like a little fucking kid-- focus, focus, oooh pretty colours on the Internet! Oooh pretty colours in music! Ooooh pretty colours in textbooks!

It can be said that my brain is mush right now. I've been writing ( Read more... )