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Here I am sitting in the science library at U of A and I’ve been watching people for the last half an hour, just sittin here and observing. It’s not only kinda creepy, I could do this for hours… These girls were sitting at the computer next to me and they started speaking Vietnamese, I wish I knew how to say: “shut the fuck up” in Vietnamese, not that I wanted to say that to them, I just want to know.
I ditched my 8 am physiology class this morning, I’ve only been like 5 out of the 12 times I think. Usually I wake up too late but this morning I just woke up on time and decided to stay home and study for my quiz in that lab at 9. So I get ready and all and I study, walk around, study, and then get pretty for school. I end up using this bottle of gel underneath my cabinet, anyways, I plop some of it in the smaller bottle I keep out and then I get some in my hand then in my hair. Keep in mind, this shit looks exactly like my normal gel and is even in the same but bigger bottle. Anyways, it’s shampoo, FUCK.
I hate driving to school, especially with traffic. Today wasn’t so bad. It takes like 30 minutes and it’s such a hassle/waste of gas. The good thing about it is that it gives me time to reflect. I like it when Anthony and I carpool though. I get to my lab and I do alright on my quiz, those shits is hard. They’re a good amount of cute girls in this class, especially this one that looks kinda like a petite Minnie driver. It’s kinda lame tho, nobody talks to me in this class, I guess I’m a pussy repellent. So the t.a., he’s a cool cat, prolly like 23 and has that like “Abercrombie” look? Anyways, he was drawing this bone on the board and it turned out lookin like a cock and some testicles, at that moment he said: “oopps, my bad, sorry that my mind’s in the gutter.” It was lol material.
Get out of there early. Oh yeah, I have to memorize all the bones by next Wednesday, cool dude. Did you know that the topmost vertebrae is called the atlas? I go over to the library and do my acting paper. I email my t.a. for this class, I call him Coach Black, don’t ask me why. He emails me back later on and tells me: ” I appreciate the moniker, but "Mr." will do fine.” Hahaha, this just made me kinda chuckle. It kinda displeases me tho that I can’t call him coach anymore. I did one day before class in the hallway and at that moment, it seemed like someone scratched the shit out of a record and it became all quiet and he just turns around and stares at me for a second.
I met up with Manny and Brian later for lunch and we decide to go to Johnny Rockets, they have delicious onion rings. Anyways, ends up taking forever to get our food and I end up ditching o chem. Many and I end up at the underground playing pool. My o chem. Teacher looks like Kevin bacon and he talks like wayne from wayne’s world. His tests are hard, I got a 45, even though they’re hard I knew it and shoulda gotten atleast a 60. the average was a 55.
So yeah, I have a test in classics tomorrow and we get to use 2 pages front and back of notes… Hmmm… this is the teacher that yells at you for getting a tidbit of info wrong. I don’t know what to think. We had to do an essay that’s due tomorrow too and those were 2-3 pages on an easy ass subject, maybe she realizes that tests are a shitty way to measure my knowledge and that she empathizes with me. I love you if that’s true Dr. Vivante. So I came here to work on those 4 pages of notes and barely got any done, now I have to go to chem. Club at 4 and it’s 3:32.
This weekend was fun. Friday we went to eat sushi, that was bomb. At this certain place, whenever it’s someone’s birthday, they turn otut the lights and it turns into like a lil disco thing. The music comes on, some “happy birthday super pokemon techno mix” and strobe lights and all the shebang. I felt like I was in Honk Kong, it was rad. We were at this one party and I grabbed beers for all of us and Jason didn’t want one so I was left with two in my hand. I’m chillin and the owner comes over with a sidekick. He asks me why I’m holding 2, blah blah blah, I explain, he’s cool and then his sidekick has to have a pissing contest and gets all shady, nothing happened but is that necessary when I tell him the low down? Shit bro. We were at another party and when we first get in, the owner welcomes us and tells us to drink, blah blah blah. Like 10 minutes later, he comes out, picks up our beers from the table, pours them out, goes up to each of us individually and has a conversation with himself:
“Do I know you? Nope, I don’t know you. You gotta leave.”
What a poo poo head. We went saki bombing on Saturday, got way faded, one of jason’s friends started making fun of me. I told her to stop acting like a vagina. So we get tanked and go over to this party where there’s a mini half pipe in the backyard. All of a sudden I look up and Marcus (my roommate) is at the top about to drop in on a skateboard. He does a few times and eats shit. I yell at him not to fuckin do it, nope, he does it. So the last time he does it, he ends up eating shit nasty. Gets up and his wrist is fuckin swelled! Like 3 times the size. We decided to load him up with ibuprofen and go home. Next day, tony’s ma and pa come down and she tells us to go to the ER, I take him, 4 hours later they say that he fractured his ulna and radius and broke his wrist. Damn. Moral of the story… Sake Ruins People’s Lives.
I feel like a dope now, wasting away all that time when I coulda been studying. Off to chemistry club I go.
I ditched my 8 am physiology class this morning, I’ve only been like 5 out of the 12 times I think. Usually I wake up too late but this morning I just woke up on time and decided to stay home and study for my quiz in that lab at 9. So I get ready and all and I study, walk around, study, and then get pretty for school. I end up using this bottle of gel underneath my cabinet, anyways, I plop some of it in the smaller bottle I keep out and then I get some in my hand then in my hair. Keep in mind, this shit looks exactly like my normal gel and is even in the same but bigger bottle. Anyways, it’s shampoo, FUCK.
I hate driving to school, especially with traffic. Today wasn’t so bad. It takes like 30 minutes and it’s such a hassle/waste of gas. The good thing about it is that it gives me time to reflect. I like it when Anthony and I carpool though. I get to my lab and I do alright on my quiz, those shits is hard. They’re a good amount of cute girls in this class, especially this one that looks kinda like a petite Minnie driver. It’s kinda lame tho, nobody talks to me in this class, I guess I’m a pussy repellent. So the t.a., he’s a cool cat, prolly like 23 and has that like “Abercrombie” look? Anyways, he was drawing this bone on the board and it turned out lookin like a cock and some testicles, at that moment he said: “oopps, my bad, sorry that my mind’s in the gutter.” It was lol material.
Get out of there early. Oh yeah, I have to memorize all the bones by next Wednesday, cool dude. Did you know that the topmost vertebrae is called the atlas? I go over to the library and do my acting paper. I email my t.a. for this class, I call him Coach Black, don’t ask me why. He emails me back later on and tells me: ” I appreciate the moniker, but "Mr." will do fine.” Hahaha, this just made me kinda chuckle. It kinda displeases me tho that I can’t call him coach anymore. I did one day before class in the hallway and at that moment, it seemed like someone scratched the shit out of a record and it became all quiet and he just turns around and stares at me for a second.
I met up with Manny and Brian later for lunch and we decide to go to Johnny Rockets, they have delicious onion rings. Anyways, ends up taking forever to get our food and I end up ditching o chem. Many and I end up at the underground playing pool. My o chem. Teacher looks like Kevin bacon and he talks like wayne from wayne’s world. His tests are hard, I got a 45, even though they’re hard I knew it and shoulda gotten atleast a 60. the average was a 55.
So yeah, I have a test in classics tomorrow and we get to use 2 pages front and back of notes… Hmmm… this is the teacher that yells at you for getting a tidbit of info wrong. I don’t know what to think. We had to do an essay that’s due tomorrow too and those were 2-3 pages on an easy ass subject, maybe she realizes that tests are a shitty way to measure my knowledge and that she empathizes with me. I love you if that’s true Dr. Vivante. So I came here to work on those 4 pages of notes and barely got any done, now I have to go to chem. Club at 4 and it’s 3:32.
This weekend was fun. Friday we went to eat sushi, that was bomb. At this certain place, whenever it’s someone’s birthday, they turn otut the lights and it turns into like a lil disco thing. The music comes on, some “happy birthday super pokemon techno mix” and strobe lights and all the shebang. I felt like I was in Honk Kong, it was rad. We were at this one party and I grabbed beers for all of us and Jason didn’t want one so I was left with two in my hand. I’m chillin and the owner comes over with a sidekick. He asks me why I’m holding 2, blah blah blah, I explain, he’s cool and then his sidekick has to have a pissing contest and gets all shady, nothing happened but is that necessary when I tell him the low down? Shit bro. We were at another party and when we first get in, the owner welcomes us and tells us to drink, blah blah blah. Like 10 minutes later, he comes out, picks up our beers from the table, pours them out, goes up to each of us individually and has a conversation with himself:
“Do I know you? Nope, I don’t know you. You gotta leave.”
What a poo poo head. We went saki bombing on Saturday, got way faded, one of jason’s friends started making fun of me. I told her to stop acting like a vagina. So we get tanked and go over to this party where there’s a mini half pipe in the backyard. All of a sudden I look up and Marcus (my roommate) is at the top about to drop in on a skateboard. He does a few times and eats shit. I yell at him not to fuckin do it, nope, he does it. So the last time he does it, he ends up eating shit nasty. Gets up and his wrist is fuckin swelled! Like 3 times the size. We decided to load him up with ibuprofen and go home. Next day, tony’s ma and pa come down and she tells us to go to the ER, I take him, 4 hours later they say that he fractured his ulna and radius and broke his wrist. Damn. Moral of the story… Sake Ruins People’s Lives.
I feel like a dope now, wasting away all that time when I coulda been studying. Off to chemistry club I go.