So I was just relieving myself in a washroom stall at Queen's when another user entered and proceeded to commune with a urinal. I suppose he did not realize I was there, because when he left he shut the lights out, and I was left in complete and total darknes. I couldn't even see my hand in front of my face. I then had to complete my business in ( Read more... )

So I just got a hair cut, and I am thinking about cutting off or at least significantly altering my sideburns. I have had these babies for almost ten years, so I am feeling quite paralyzed by the matter. Any advice/opinions/suggestions would be greatly appreciated. I apologize for the utter vanity of this post.

Have you ever seen "The Gate"? A meteoric object lands in a suburban backyard leaving a huge hole that goes to who knows where. Two kids, one of whom is a very young Stephen Dorf, use dark spells encrypted in the lyrics of a black metal band to transform this hole into a gateway to hell in the backyard. Their parents are gone for the weekend and ( Read more... )

When we do our clinching drill in Muay Thai, I always get paired up with Ronnie, who looks uncannily similar to notable rockster Rockin Ronnie Hawkins. The Muay Thai clinch involves each combatant wrapping their arms around each other and grappling for an offensive position to throw knees from. Most of the time, especially when you are clinching ( Read more... )

Well,

I'm back in Kingston, back to work, back to non-chillin, but at least back to fast and regular internet access. Probably best not to talk to me for the next few days unless you want an earful of bitterness.

Why do I get the feeling I'm alone out here. Well, there are the dancing skeletons and the rusty WWII soldiers. I suppose they want my companionshiop. Keep dancing and rusting fuckers. I'm leaving this dirty joint very, very, very soon. Be prepared.

Well, I just handed in what was definately the worst essay I have written since I've been here at Queen's, and I've written some real lemons. This time I thinks I be getting the boot. Time to start packing my bags. Hello avant-stripping!

Last night in Watson Hall I was walking up the stairs to use the washroom on the second floor. I prefer the washroom on the second floor, because I feel like there is something secretly pervy about the one on the first floor, but not in a good way. On the landing between the first and second floors there was a dead bat. Someone had placed a sign ( Read more... )

So I decided not to go to the department Christmas party to stay home and work. What did I accomplish ( Read more... )

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