Well, here it is. This will most likely be my last entry as 18! Yes, for those of you who don’t stalk me, it will be my 19th birthday on Sunday! Am I excited to be 19? Not really. It might sound odd, since most people can’t wait to turn 19 so they can buy their own booze, and hit the bars and strip clubs. I suppose it will be interesting when I’m 19 to be able to legally do all that stuff and not have to try and sneak around about it, but to be totally honest, let me put it this way: first of all, I’m not really all that into drinking anymore after the fateful Alberta Premium night. Yes, I may have a brewski every once in awhile, but I just don’t find alcohol in general very appealing anymore. Second, people only go to bars to pickup. Fortunately I don’t need to worry about that because I’ve already got the best girlfriend a boy could have. If people wanted to go somewhere to drink, they’d just get their own booze and hit a party; it’s significantly cheaper than spending money at a bar. Third, the only people who go to strip clubs are desperate and/or lonely, or aren’t satisfied, or all of the above. Yes, I suppose I might venture to the strip club at some point just to have the experience and be able to say that I’ve at least been, but it’s not for the reason that most people go. But let me just say this: I’m not desperate, I’m not lonely, and I am certainly more than satisfied with my Jilly. Anyways, let’s get back to my story. (more…)
Yet another travesty hath befallen me. I, as unfortunate as it is, have to return to class after my fantastical three solid days of doing absolutely nothing! Yes, I know, it’s horrible, my life is obviously coming to an end what with these simply horrid next two weeks ahead of me (note the sarcasm). However, there are only two weeks left until I’m finished my first year of college (which is pretty exciting, in my opinion), and until I go home and can spend more time with my Jilly <3. However, next week may not be as enjoyable as most “last weeks of school” are (I refer to the last weeks of public school and high school years where nothing is accomplished and we do things dumb enough to make us forget everything we “learned” that year anyways). Since that week will be my testing week, I’ll probably have somewhere between 5-6 tests, plus the programming project that we’ve had for the past month or so. Now, the thing about this project is that when he first proposed it, I was going to replace one of our tests for the semester and instead he would give us a mark out of 20 (since the tests are 20%). He said that half would be marked based on group work, and the other half on individual work. Since our program is so small (only about 12 peeps), he basically split the class down the middle and put us into one of two different groups of 6. Personally I thought this was retarded, because do you have any idea of how hard it is to keep track of what 5 other people are doing on top of what you’re supposed to be doing? Very retarded. I suggested he make more groups with less people, but he shot that down pretty quick because he’s the professor, and therefore he is always right and I, as the student, am always wrong. Go figure. Anyways, the assignment is to make a simple game-show type game application. Our group chose to do Family Feud, the other I believe is doing Wheel of Fortune. Now, before I start ranting about it, it may sound easy to someone with little or no programming knowledge. Let me assure you there is more involved in such an application than you might think. Much more. Actually, now that I think about it, I’m not even going to bother going into all that garbage. My point about the project is, it’s due at the end of next week, and our group is about as far as we should have been a month ago. We have all our ideas and plans for how it’s going to work, but so far we have absolutely none of the coding done or even started, to my knowledge. Great. You know what that means…late night coding sessions all week long so we can pass the course! Yay! Not. It’s really quite disappointing. Oh well. Life’s a bitch…or so I hear. (more…)
For all of my faithful readers who took the time to read my last entry, you’ll know that I had an appointment to re-take my G License Drive Test earlier this morning. First of all, let’s get something straight: Paul Ritter does not get nervous. Nevertheless, I found myself being somewhat nervous for this driving test (I wasn’t nervous at all the first time I took it, and I figure the reason was because I had failed the first time). Anyways, I woke up this morning with quite a nasty feeling in not only my stomach, but also my bowels (yes, I went there). To my displeasure, the feeling did not go away after having a shower or eating, but my appointment was scheduled just before lunch and there was really nothing else I could do but do it anyways, regardless of how I felt. On top of not feeling well, it seemed like things just weren’t going my way all morning; I parked in the same place as I did when I did the test for the first time, and went in to go sign the papers, but to my surprise, the Drive Test Centre was no longer there! So I went into SportChek next door (meanwhile, time is ticking away) and asked the sullen-faced employees behind the desk where it had been moved to. After discovering that it had been moved to the complete other side of the mall (in less than two weeks, might I point out), I booked it across the parking lot and signed the forms as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, they had yet a new spot for vehicles to park, so once again I ventured back across the vast lot of parking to my Jetta and hauled-ass over to their dedicated parking spots. I must have waited for about 15-20 minutes before I saw another car approach and pull into the spot beside me. As I looked into the car, I was both shocked and appalled to find that the drive tester was the same broad that I had when I took the test for the first time (the very one that failed me). Needless to say I was pretty upset, as I was expecting a repeat of my previous performance. As she left the vehicle, the driver got out and wished me “good luck” and we got into a discussion about how she had failed me the previous time and how she had just failed him on his G1 Exit Test. After a few more minutes of waiting (more…)
To all my fantastic fans, as well as you creepshows that read my shit for absolutely no reason, I decided to post a little update of my Easter weekend thus far.
So basically, I got home Thursday night, had dinner, and went over to my Jilly’s house. We watched TV for a bit, then went out to Tim Horton’s to get some coffee and such, and you’ll never guess who we saw there…needless to say, it was certain individuals that we may dislike more than others. Trying our best to avoid making eye contact, we got our shit as quick as possible and blew that popsicle stand. We went for a drive around North Bay, discussing issues of the day, the latest gossip, blah blah blah. It was fantastic 
Unfortunately, I had to get up at 5:30 the following morning in order to drive down to Kingston to pick up my sister, then drive an hour back to Belleville where we had a ginormous turkey dinner at my aunt’s house, played a hilarious game of Balderdash with the cousins, and finally stayed overnight at my grandma’s house. This morning, I was awakened by the most foul of odours; the self-cleaning feature on the oven. If you’ve never smelled or experienced the sheer awfulness that is the stench of an oven cleaning itself, pray to whatever God you believe in (or to all of them; hey, it can’t hurt!) that you never do. Now, first off, let’s get something straight here: I’ve smelled some pretty bad shit in my life. Literally. Yes, there are numerous smells that I do not appreciate (say, a fart, for example), but there aren’t too many odours that instantly activate the gag reflex in the back of my throat (the only other that comes to mind is the smell of certain whiskey, if you heard about my “Alberta Premium Night of Terror” adventure (I refer to it as an adventure, but I really don’t remember much from it)…let’s just say, my roommate and I invented a game similar to beer pong but based on mini-basketball, and I woke up the next morning still shitfaced and with the biggest and by far the worst hangover of my life…after having (as I was later told) spent most of the night lying on the bathroom floor in my own bodily fluids (more than just one type, if you know what I’m saying)). Anywhoo, back to the matter at hand… (more…)
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