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Thursday, October 13
So, does anybody want to know what I did last weekend? Well too freakin' bad! You're gonna hear about it anyways! Mainly because it's the best weekend I've had since I left the grand ol' GSA.
It started in quite a grand fashion. Firstly, I left here and got stuck in traffic. Then I got to Sarnia. And the next morning, the real adventure began...
It started off with a slight rain, but that wouldn't stop me. I was off to Oberlin, Ohio, to see the most wonderful girl! And a little rain wasn't about to stop me. For three and a half hours I drove with a face-splitting grin. I think the customs officer was a little confused. Anywho, I drove through Port Huron, then through Detroit, then through Toledo, and finally on the last stretch of highway, all the while listening to some wonderful music. And by music, I mean Lord of the Rings on tape. You might think I'm a nerd. Well sucks to your ass-mar.
Finally, after what seemed like centuries, I arrived at Oberlin. Now, Oberlin is not a place of... well... many people. In fact, it's around a tenth the size of Sarnia. But nonetheless, it is a grand place. And it's full of hippies! Go hippies!
And as I turned at the one streetlight (it was morning so it hadn't turned off yet), and turned another street, I came to South, the palace of my princess. And lo - there she stood in all her purple glory and beauty waiting for me! Hoorah! At this point, my face was in pain from the grinning, but I was not able to stop.
The weekend was quite eventful - from the Conservatory, to South, to the one grocery store, to the Apollo - we explored it all. And as I was taken on my walking tour to see everything to be seen of the quiet little town (right... quiet...) I was filled with such joy as cannot be explained here to be hand in hand with the princess of Oberlin.
One event never to be left out is the smoothie run. After my darling girl was finished at work, we took the life-changing journey to another building for smoothies. Now these are no ordinary smoothies, my friend. These are the best smoothies you've ever had. No joke. The delightful combination of strawberry, peach, and mango was quite beyond my vocabulary to describe. This, however, was not the sole delicious event of the weekend. There was also the endless shrimp. Yes, that's right - we went to Red Lobster.
But after all the shrimp, and the smoothies (not to mention a kickass concert), it was at last time to part, possibly one of the most painful moments of my time. And the final moments were of sadness and tears. For I had to leave my beautiful, and return from whence I came. But alas, in Oberlin lies my heart, and there shall it ever long to be.
It started in quite a grand fashion. Firstly, I left here and got stuck in traffic. Then I got to Sarnia. And the next morning, the real adventure began...
It started off with a slight rain, but that wouldn't stop me. I was off to Oberlin, Ohio, to see the most wonderful girl! And a little rain wasn't about to stop me. For three and a half hours I drove with a face-splitting grin. I think the customs officer was a little confused. Anywho, I drove through Port Huron, then through Detroit, then through Toledo, and finally on the last stretch of highway, all the while listening to some wonderful music. And by music, I mean Lord of the Rings on tape. You might think I'm a nerd. Well sucks to your ass-mar.
Finally, after what seemed like centuries, I arrived at Oberlin. Now, Oberlin is not a place of... well... many people. In fact, it's around a tenth the size of Sarnia. But nonetheless, it is a grand place. And it's full of hippies! Go hippies!
And as I turned at the one streetlight (it was morning so it hadn't turned off yet), and turned another street, I came to South, the palace of my princess. And lo - there she stood in all her purple glory and beauty waiting for me! Hoorah! At this point, my face was in pain from the grinning, but I was not able to stop.
The weekend was quite eventful - from the Conservatory, to South, to the one grocery store, to the Apollo - we explored it all. And as I was taken on my walking tour to see everything to be seen of the quiet little town (right... quiet...) I was filled with such joy as cannot be explained here to be hand in hand with the princess of Oberlin.
One event never to be left out is the smoothie run. After my darling girl was finished at work, we took the life-changing journey to another building for smoothies. Now these are no ordinary smoothies, my friend. These are the best smoothies you've ever had. No joke. The delightful combination of strawberry, peach, and mango was quite beyond my vocabulary to describe. This, however, was not the sole delicious event of the weekend. There was also the endless shrimp. Yes, that's right - we went to Red Lobster.
But after all the shrimp, and the smoothies (not to mention a kickass concert), it was at last time to part, possibly one of the most painful moments of my time. And the final moments were of sadness and tears. For I had to leave my beautiful, and return from whence I came. But alas, in Oberlin lies my heart, and there shall it ever long to be.
Wednesday, October 12
You know, living in Toronto for a month and a half has already made me a professional on matters involving public transit - specifically, the bus. The bus is an unusual and amazing place where just about anything could happen - things explode, people fight, old people make out - you name it. And so, given my expertise, I will give you a brief overview of a few of the typical people you'll see if you so choose to ride the rocket.
The Student:
The bookbag-toting, breakfast-eating, last-page-of-homework-finishing student on their way to school. They can be easily spotted with their overly-stuffed backpacks (not to be confused with the ordinary backpacks EVERYONE else carries). Best giveaway is when you see one crack open a textbook to finish up those last couple questions.
The Loud-Mouth Teens:
On your average bus ride, you can expect to be utterly annoyed by a couple teenage girls. These girls will talk so loud that they'll get odd looks from people in surrounding cars - and I'm not even exagerating here. They'll talk about whatever mindless drivel they so choose - can range anywhere from how great their boyfriends are to how stupid their boyfriends are.
The Old Chinese Man:
Now don't consider me racist or age..ist... here - all I'm saying is that there is usually some older guy who's primary language is not english. This man will be utterly confused about the fare, the transfers, the stop signal, sitting down - just about everything you could ever imagine. And if he spoke more than "yes" in english, you might just want to help him.
The Family:
This will always consist of at least one parent and usually about three children. There is lots of variety here, though, since families can come in just about any size with any age range with any number of parents. The kids can be loud, the parents can argue, the kids can run all over the bus and trip and fall or get lost.... the possibilities are endless! And keep in mind that this group can overlap with the loud-mouth teens or old chinese man.
The Serial Killer:
This is the guy that looks like he'll wring your neck at the first available opportunity. He tends to show up late at night more often than not, and has a knack for sitting at the far rear of the bus. On the rare occasion that this man be found during the day when its busy, you can be sure that no one will be sitting next to him.
The "Lovebirds":
Perhaps the easiest to spot - but can sometimes be confused with the "Joined by the Lips at Birth" group (not covered in this overview). If they can't find two seats next to each other, they'll stand right in front of you and make out for the greater part of the trip. This is the funnest group to "accidentally" knock over during a particularly bumpy piece of road. Beware, though, as this group can be of any age. Averting the eyes from those less inclined to youth may be necessary unless you happen to have good gag reflex control.
Well, that pretty well summarizes exactly the types of people you can expect to find on the oh-so-unhygenic commute. I think this must be the reason people carry guns in New York.
***NOTE: If you actually take any of this seriously, and think that I'm a prejudist pig, you're probably right. I mean wrong. Don't take me seroiusly.
The Student:
The bookbag-toting, breakfast-eating, last-page-of-homework-finishing student on their way to school. They can be easily spotted with their overly-stuffed backpacks (not to be confused with the ordinary backpacks EVERYONE else carries). Best giveaway is when you see one crack open a textbook to finish up those last couple questions.
The Loud-Mouth Teens:
On your average bus ride, you can expect to be utterly annoyed by a couple teenage girls. These girls will talk so loud that they'll get odd looks from people in surrounding cars - and I'm not even exagerating here. They'll talk about whatever mindless drivel they so choose - can range anywhere from how great their boyfriends are to how stupid their boyfriends are.
The Old Chinese Man:
Now don't consider me racist or age..ist... here - all I'm saying is that there is usually some older guy who's primary language is not english. This man will be utterly confused about the fare, the transfers, the stop signal, sitting down - just about everything you could ever imagine. And if he spoke more than "yes" in english, you might just want to help him.
The Family:
This will always consist of at least one parent and usually about three children. There is lots of variety here, though, since families can come in just about any size with any age range with any number of parents. The kids can be loud, the parents can argue, the kids can run all over the bus and trip and fall or get lost.... the possibilities are endless! And keep in mind that this group can overlap with the loud-mouth teens or old chinese man.
The Serial Killer:
This is the guy that looks like he'll wring your neck at the first available opportunity. He tends to show up late at night more often than not, and has a knack for sitting at the far rear of the bus. On the rare occasion that this man be found during the day when its busy, you can be sure that no one will be sitting next to him.
The "Lovebirds":
Perhaps the easiest to spot - but can sometimes be confused with the "Joined by the Lips at Birth" group (not covered in this overview). If they can't find two seats next to each other, they'll stand right in front of you and make out for the greater part of the trip. This is the funnest group to "accidentally" knock over during a particularly bumpy piece of road. Beware, though, as this group can be of any age. Averting the eyes from those less inclined to youth may be necessary unless you happen to have good gag reflex control.
Well, that pretty well summarizes exactly the types of people you can expect to find on the oh-so-unhygenic commute. I think this must be the reason people carry guns in New York.
***NOTE: If you actually take any of this seriously, and think that I'm a prejudist pig, you're probably right. I mean wrong. Don't take me seroiusly.
Sunday, October 2
Well since my vast audience (ie. my Gorgeous) is interested in the minute details of my life, I decided to post more pictures of awesome things in my appartment.
I am definately the coolest guy in this entire city. Know why? This is what I did on Friday night. What is it? A Magic 8-Ball! You just press down that red button and it starts blinking between the red and green... and such begins the production of my robots that will undoubtedly take over the world.
This is our kitchen table centerpiece. It be a couple wooden sailor things guarding our pet fish, Sushi Jr. For those that don't know, Sushi Jr. has been Sam's pet fish for two years now - and has super fish powers.
Revel in the awesomeness of Sushi Jr.
These are Brad's cacti. He loves them very much. He kisses them. He is not the smartest guy in the world.
And finally, we arrive to Dan's bubbling zen fountain. It's chock full of bubbling water and calming zen goodness! Hoorah! Unfortunately, it has this habit of spewing water everywhere sometimes...
I am definately the coolest guy in this entire city. Know why? This is what I did on Friday night. What is it? A Magic 8-Ball! You just press down that red button and it starts blinking between the red and green... and such begins the production of my robots that will undoubtedly take over the world.
This is our kitchen table centerpiece. It be a couple wooden sailor things guarding our pet fish, Sushi Jr. For those that don't know, Sushi Jr. has been Sam's pet fish for two years now - and has super fish powers.
Revel in the awesomeness of Sushi Jr.
These are Brad's cacti. He loves them very much. He kisses them. He is not the smartest guy in the world.
And finally, we arrive to Dan's bubbling zen fountain. It's chock full of bubbling water and calming zen goodness! Hoorah! Unfortunately, it has this habit of spewing water everywhere sometimes...
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