A Random Post... about food.... no wait... about cars... and naramata
Well I guess I better say something....
Something about food apparently... blame Hockey-girl for that... Alright... lets go....
No, lets not write about food, that does not appeal to me right now... neither does the rain, but thank you for the suggestion Hockey-girl...
I desperately want gas prices to go down, and I feel guilty about that. I know some of you are saying "yeah, so what, your catholic, you feel guilty about anything; come to think of that, since you don't drink heavily, its the only thing that makes you catholic. whats up with that?" and to WWoN I say, you don't have to drink heavily to be catholic. Which is probably a good thing, cause I need the money to buy gas. I wish I could be a good global citizen and stop driving my car, and take the bike, or the bus, or ride a dragon to school. But I love my ugly green car, that WWoN thinks I should replace along with my ugly red phone. But I love it, its mine, its like my most valuable possession... I don't own my own place, but dammit, I own my own car, and its my car, and its green and it stalls when it gets too hot, but its mine and I love it. BUT THE GAS. But I'm not one of those guys who thinks we should, as a society, deliberately go out of our way to lower prices by dropping taxes... I mean, the Free market is once in its life doing something beneficial for the enviroment and our society as a whole, and we want to stop it. Ugh, human beings are so self-centered and short-sighted. And I'm just like everyone of them, cause I love that stupid green peice of crap in the under ground garage of my apartment. And I wish I could drive it up and down the fricken valley. Thank god for gas prices, or I would probably be lost in the back roads behind Naramata if it wasn't so expensive.
Wow, that was an editorial, sure, that will do, have a nice night, I'll be here all week, try the veal.
Life in an Apartment Leased by a University for Residence
GREETINGS POOR SOULS. BEHOLD, I SHALL ENLIGHTEN YOU. AND YEA, YOU SHALL BE ENLIGHTENED.... Well, I'm in Residence... Yeap... an in town residence leased by the school for two years. Its pretty clean, which is a bonus, and theres brand new appliances, and a stove that has digital heating. I have two roomates, but more about them later when I develop appropriate nick names. There are four floors, and I am on the forth floor. we still need a mircrowave, and I hate coin operated laundry, but other then that its awsome. Other good news about the place, I live directly above the Cowgirl-Scientist and the Queen of Shron. This pleases me. and I have a blacony. I won a drinking container today at orientation. I plan to put it to good use, that is, I plan to fill it with Ice Tea.... mmmmmm, ice tea.... sweet nector of the gods... mmmmmm...
anyways, another list
Top Ten Free Things to get from the University
10. Thermal Mug.... mmmm, ice tea... sweet nector of the gods... mmmm
9. Pizza.... mmmm, pizzza.... sweet ambrosia of the gods...
8. Planner.... mmmm.... wait, thats not food based...
7. International Student ID... now were ever I go, I am officially known as dirt cheep
6. industructable water bottle... mmmmm, ice tea... sweet nector of the gods... mmmm
5. Credenzas.... well, the University doesn't actually 'know' that their giving them away... but they are any ways... nugde nudge, wink wink, say no more
4. Condoms... not that I you know... you know... but... they make great ballons
3. UBC ID cards.... yes, yet anouther peice of plastic that benifits me in no way whatso ever
2. Various t-shirts related to leadership, creativity, Cheese, diversity, ect ect
and the
and the number one most bestest thinga-ma-jig is.....
1) The bookmark of things everystudent should get down... cause after four years in school, theres no way a bunch of upperclassmen could know what the hell their doing...
which leads us to...
Complaint #9
Issue: Inappropriate use of the word condom
Response: Well I'm not *paying* for ballons!
Complaint #10
Issue: too much subtle passive aggressive sarcasm directed at school...
Response: Bite me, Margret Pipper....
