The drive home was brutal yesterday. Brutal in the sense that I had to pick up people in Toronto, and brutal in the sense that they were over an hour late. I was a little pissed. Being late ruined all my timing. I was supposed to pick this idiot(and I mean complete dope, really, he is not bright) and his girlfriend up at 3, but she didn't show till after 4....which puts me in the middle of Toronto during rush-hour. I didn't get home till 7:30pm. Also, the dope kept nagging me, trying to get me to allow him to smoke up in the car during the drive.....I comprimised and let him smoke cigarettes. I'm not coming home again for a while.....well if I do, I'm not telling anybody.....I'll go in secret, vanish.

Ohh......shoveling,how I love thee, let me count the ways....I can injure myself.
1. I have a weak ankle and have sprained it badly while sitting..yes sitting. So you see how I could really do a number on myself while lifting snow.

2. I am becoming an old man. My back actually hurt after. What's next.....broken hip.

3. Frostbite.

4. Broken leg, arm, back, and maybe neck. Heaven for bid, maybe a tooth. Getting clipped by a car.....That might hurt a little.

Lessons learned last night:
1. There exist other people my age that buy and drink '50'....mindblowing
2. Parties where ex-girlfriends are in attendance can be really really bad or ....in some people's case really really really covient.
3. Newspaper can substitute for "Zig-Zags"

Most of my class time I sit and stare at the clock, waiting for time to end. Usually twenty minutes after the hour is the best time of the day. It's the time I get up and head for the door. But sometimes as I head for the door in my good mood once I get to the door my mood disintegrates. Vanishes. Mostly due to the complete idiots who try to squeeze into the classroom before anyone gets out. What the hell is with these keeners. I bet they stand outside peeping through the window waiting, anticipating, on the edge of excitement so that they are amost jumping up and down in hopes that the prof ends lecture and they can get their seat. When I get to the door to leave, I am the one who has to wait. Once one keener squeezes in, 6 others chase after him/her. I am standing at the door silently cursing these sons of bitches. I just say to myself...must be frosh.

Ah...the start of college basketball season makes saturday afternoons oh so much more.....lazy.

Recently I have been doing a lot of reading. Currently I am reading up to 4 or 5 books at once. I have never done this before and feel kind of weird doing it. There were times maybe a few years ago that I really really wanted to read maybe just one or two books at a time because I had nothing to do, but for some reason I couldn't. Now it seems there are a lot of books I want to read but don't have time for them. I really just want to read one book, but it's kind of long and confusing and often annoying, but I really still want to read it. Recently I have had a few other books pushing their way into my reading list, tempting me to put the good book on the shelf for a while. The problem I have with the new books is that they aren't the good book, and the book I want. But nevertheless I think it's time for the shelf to make itself useful.

Watching tv at 3:30 in the afternoon really sucks. There is nothing on at all unless you want to watch "A Baby Story," soap operas, or Much Music. Goyer opted for Much music. Now usually I don't mind watching Much but during the time we watched "In Your Space" came on. This ingenius piece of programming is similar to Mtv's "Becoming." On this particular show Much was making over some poor unsuspecting teenager to look like Christina Aguilera. What was disturbing about this program was that after they gave her the make over they started calling her Christina. The "new" Christina was actually going around her neighbourhood signing autographs saying she was the superstarm trying to sing. Isn't it weird that these soul-stealing Much Music people are trying to encourage kids to be someone who they are not. What ever happened to encouraging kids to be themselves. I guess it's really true that regular people are too boring.

Today I visited the campus store to purchase my first ever university of waterloo apparel. I thought that I should at least own something from the university implying that I went here for 5 years....other than a piece of paper.

Night class is suicide like I said before..but what Christine and I do to keep from falling asleep (Other than drink a giant coffee during class) is count. Yes, count. During the first lecture I noticed that our prof likes to use the phrase "so on and so forth." To keep interested in class we count how many times she uses it. The first lecture, after we started keeping count, she uttered it 52 times. That is not counting half phrases like "and so on" or "and so on and so." Last night: beating her record, 54 times. She seems to be quite consistent.

One week down. I have no clue how many more but I do know it's more than i would like. Reinforced truths: Night Class is suicide. Coldness is a bitch. Only summer terms are worth attending. Bomber is good. Hot tub is good. Being an idiot, bad. Being an asshole, bad. Unfortunately for me, I am both.
Oh ya, the planned week of no-insults ended on the second day.

So I was having this messenger chat with a girl who used to go to my high school. All of a sudden she asks whether I'm interested in Muslim ideology, because she is reading a book about it. I think perfectly fine question, kind of out of the blue, but hey who cares. Then she throws the term "western hedonism" at me. I have no idea what this "ism" is. I instantly think she is testing me. I stand up to the challenge and instantly go to google, look up the term and come back saying "this author is all about how our civilization is full of pleasure seeking zombies." She eats it up. I look good.

Got the car back from the Crappy Tire, and to my surprise it passed the emissions test. A real pass, not the conditional pass like the original mechanic said it would definately be. So I forked out $200 for the fix, plus $150 for the renewal of the plates. Just think, yesterday I was wondering where all my money went. Stupid car.

Hey kids, what's the deal with homework, you're not working on your home. I've got a lot of reading to do for my english course. I think more than my two englishes last summer combined.

You know it's the start of another school term when some dumb ass shoots up his hand and asks a question that the teacher just spent the last ten minutes answering. I hate people. Well, idiots anyways.