Bored

(These two paragraphs are complaining about being bored... You can just skip them, they're only
there because Chan said I should pour more emotion into this blog endeaver)

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So what have I done today? Absolutely nothing. Woke up, showered, was already to go out..... and nothing. This is why I disagree with those people who don't like plans and rely on random things happen. Relying on that leaves me restless and depressed i na hot room too bored to motivate my self to accomplish anything.

It's not like I gave up easily though, Sean is away, other friends are working, I've seen other friends too recently to see them again, some friends are busy, I don't have a key to my work yet so I can't do work, Tiff's far away, Tyler's not talking to me, Carleton's was too anal to let me register one day late (even so though, I wouldn't have filled these 16 hours with school work). etc.. And then the few people who are left are the same as me, and getting together would just leave two of us just as bored and it would probably be awkward.

At least I can depend on not being able to sleep tonight due to the lack of physical activity today. :)

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(Bored complaining kind of stops here)

The most exciement I had today is why I bit down on my Cinnamon&Sugar toast to realise that maybe I should look at the label on the container of stuff I pour onto things, or at least not shrug off the colour as "must be more sugar than normal". Maybe that slight bit of attention to detail would save me from only reliasing that the ridiculous proportions of powder I poured on the toast wasn't actually a sugar&cinnomon mixture, but ground up garlic, only after I bite into it. Four hours later I still can't get the taste of garlic out of my mouth.

Saw Star Wars this week, wasn't bad. Kind of cheesey, but hey, whats a movie without a frankenstein style walk up to a big "NOOO!!!!" climax? I also proved n^3 is smaller than 2^n for n>10 where n is an element of Z. Worked a lot, hung with Jen, and Lou, went to Capoeira, and had an awesome bday pool party.

Now, some people claim I have a weak commitment to, or "low standarts" of, safety when I invited them to, or told them about, my drunken pool party, but I disagree. And no, I'm not going to back up this counter position with "a point". :) But the plastic bottles I used to spare us glass bottles in the pool worked out great. You can open and clsoe them, so none get spilt, you can jump in the pool with them.. And they're easy enough to hold with your teeth, prompty such activities as: drinking underwater, chugging the bottle while swimming on your back (I'd like to point out that Emily's performance at this task completely crushed any of our attempts. I made it three feet before I had to give up with a couphing fit.. Though I think the fact that her's was 7% alcohol, and my drink, though seemingly coke, contained a excessive amount of Fireball in it, and Fireball isn't the easiest drink to chug, had something to do with it.) and other such wonderous activities.

We hung out in the pool for a few hours, then went back to my place for nachoes, chilled, some people came, some left, then we hit a club. It was a club with a live band though :S I really don't like live bands in clubs, because then everything sounds too similar. On the upside however, there was no "50 cent" singing about bringing a girl to "the candy shop", and letting her lick "the lollypop", telling her to keep going 'head and that she shouldn't stop, and to continue until she hits the spot.... WOAHW!

It was a really good night. I'd like to thank everybody who came out. Thanks a lot guys (Except Jodi, who sucks for saying she'd come and never actually coming). Especially John, the Grow-Your-Own-Boyfriend who's been in my pool for almost the reuired time now.

Peace dawgs. I'm off to chill with my home boys in the projects and watch star trek together. I can't forget my communicator this time. Man, was that ever embarrising last time.