This is about as social as I get now.

10 minutes.
I haven't had 10 minutes for days now.
University steals those 10 minutes, 10 minutes at a time,
leaving you with sore eyes, coffee breath, and no money.

The University Centre (UC) here in Guelph had its driveway revamped late this past summer. The Guelph Transit, Go, and Greyhound buses all have their own stops at different sections of the driveway now. It's organized & efficient.

Installed during the renovation were street lamps (about every 20 yards or so). On each of the lamp posts is a sticker. It reads...

Of course, I found this hilarious and peeled the sticker off, sticking it to my binder.

You'll never guess what happened this morning.
One fell. And not only did it fall...
It fell catastrophically.

A bus drove into it, full blast, throwing it to the ground like an enormous metal fly swatter, dragging it 30 feet.
Did his brakes fail? Was he drunk?
Let's put it this way, had someone been standing where the pole slammed the concrete, they would no longer be someone.

Lawsuit? Yes. Grounds? No warning sticker.

Friday is Kanye

"N-n-n-now, my flow Is in the pocket like wallets, I got the bounce like hydrolics I can't call it, I got the swerve like alchoooool-ics!"

It's Friday in Guelph.
Friday in Guelph means a lot of things.

Friday means beer.
Friday means jokes.
Friday means music.
Friday means ...studying. (You know who are.)
etc.

No matter how you look at it though, Friday is the day of the week with the highest potential of monumentality.

Lauren may come to Guelph tonight!
D & C are having a block party.
A more accurate description would be...
'4 separate houses are having a party on D & C's street.'
Because really... what constitutes a 'block' party?
Does everyone/house have to participate?
Do the houses need to be sharing property lines?
I've always thought there had to be some
form of street blockade involved.
D & C don't know the rules of block party. I assure you.

Here's to Fridays.

Holy Diver, Sole Survivor

You'd think that a 330-hectare university campus, serving over 16,600 undergraduate and graduate students, could offer a few places to sit and study at 2pm on a Wednesday afternoon in October.

Negative.

I listened to an entire Dio album in the time it took me to find a spot to sit. And the spot I found? Loud. Crowded. Incondusive to studying. And an hour and a half later, I was kicked out. "Sorry, we're closing this area for a private function."

How do I deal with this stress?
I come home and take advice from Leonard.

It usually consists of... "Lay down. Relax."
or "Look at something inanimate for a very long time."

Genious.

Pumpkins

You could spend a full day picking out a pumpkin.
"That one's perfect!" (flip it over) DISEASED. (flip it back)

It must have a good 'handle'.
It must be able to stand on its own.
No green. None.
So many rules!

Those skinny long ones?
Someone should go through and throw
those ones away before we pick.
They are the Jessica Spano of the pumpkin world.

The farmer watches and smiles and smokes.
He knows the best pumpkins are on skids
in the parking lot, selling for $10
He picked them before we got there.

Are We Family?

I've decided that the only place you can truly say what you want is in the sole presence of a blood relative (or relatives). Anything that is bugging you, tiny or gigantor, you can tell your sister, your brother, your uncle... straight up, and nothing would happen. Well maybe a little argument or two, but essentially nothing would change other than the fact that they now know how you feel.

Although you may say you have 'close friends' that you can tell anything to, the fact of the matter is... no matter how close you are, you could bust a 2 minute rant that would absolutely rattle that person. Then what would happen? They'd peace out of your life instantly.

But what if they can't peace out? What if you live with them?
In this case, if you're good friends but have an explosive 'stab you with my words' rant you need to get off your chest... you're screwed. Your friendship will be lost and things will be awkward. Forever.

Shook the Book

I did it.

Last night, as I was untagging myself out of 100 recently added, stupid pictures, I decided to deactivated my facebook account.
You can't actually delete it. Can you? It didn't even give me the option. I would have opt'd for it though. Believe me.


By some, it has been accurately termed a "user-allowed privacy destroyer".
I want my life to be mine again without the windows looking in.
Do I have anything to hide? No, not at all. I simply want to tell people how my weekend was and for them to be hearing it for the first time when i do tell them instead of already having commented of the picture of the event I am describing.

And if i wanted to keep in touch with people in my past... I would have never have lost touch with them in the first place.
I only have a few faces that matter to me... and if you're one of them, I'll tell it to your face.