Last Post Before the Big Slack

Slack week starts tomorrow at two...or earlier, we'll just have to wait and see for that one. At any rate, we can all hope I come back with a bit more work done, and a bit less bitterness. I may be hostile but I still believe in the power of hope...useless as it may actually be. Maybe someday I'll learn how to post pictures on this thing and we can all be penetrated by Jenn's powerful eyes, eh? EH?? The ornaments look pretty but they're pulling down the branches of the tree...
Shane starts his new job on Monday, and before long he'll have fully abandoned me for better things and brighter goals (i.e. fixing his uncles toilet and making money for new tires). Count on me being more dependent than normal with less to divert my attention. But, who knows, maybe I'll be more studious too.
Jennifer named her cactus Stupid Prickly Face a.k.a. Eleanor because she so rudely kept me from my true love by refusing to open the door--an eye for an eye.
The whole world is in more trouble with me than any single person could handle, but you know that means it's just gonna get together and take me out. The scariest unity prospect so far has been Lyndsay and Jenn with their communist revolution to the stars (even though the stars are blah blah bourgeousie blah blah). Which brings us to Arnold.
Sweetness and light, nothing but sweetness and light. Arnold was great because he was an optimistic people-hater...like the purple people eater, but more conservative. I love my notes: culture should ignore the bad stuff and focus on the positive--the religious view of culture as the fulfillment of God's law and spiritualization. Adjs for Arnold: idealist, misogynist, racist, conservative. Sounds like quite a shoe if you ask me...but you probably wouldn't.
Just in case I come back bitter as ever, don't give up on me. If I'm really mad you'll never know it. Have a good break, but only if you're willing to wish me the same.
Some goo for the road: You say you got no faith in things that you can't see. Well, I'm sorry I ain't there with you but you ain't here with me. And everything's wrong, but it's all right.

You Know it's Wednesday When...

All right, I promise I will eventually get off this hw thing, but I don't seem to make time for this thing on any other day. I'm busting out the rum in about twenty minutes once my coke has had a chance to CHill, then I'm going to kiss HW goodbye for another week. That said, I'm still not particularly pleased with life, but I'll try to keep the bitterness to something like 9.5 on a scale of 1 to 10 instead of the usual 355 000.

Unfortunately, I don't have anything worthwhile to put down here because somebody (cough*JEAN*cough) left my rules of weinism in Burlington. I could try to go from memory, but it probably wouldn't have the same effect. Just keep doing your best to dodge the Dodges and take a bitter pill once a week.

Tomorrow's a big day: I have a resume presentation AND I'm helping out at the SDC booth at the job fair for an hour. Just for that, they're giving me a $15 meal card. I said it before and I'll say it again: I'm gonna buy SO much gum!

You know it's Wednesday when I'm calculating the vindictiveness of the bus driver based on his position at the stop light. True story. If the bus is stopped at the very front of the line at the stop light s/he is doing it just to torture those kids on the corner who simply cannot make it to the stop on the other side before the bus. Moreover, s/he is ALWAYS shaking his/her head at that poor kid who just wants to hop on while the bus is stopped. It's a terrible conspiracy. Just terrible.

Second sign of Wednesday is the look on my face when the phone rings at 9 am. Every one is out to get me. No one wants me to be happy or well rested.

The third sign is obviously the martini glass of rum and coke. I wouldn't set my watch by it, but you probably could.

So, keep the whining and the cheap shots coming. You're just fueling my HW spirit. NB: Jenn's coming over to the dark side too. Today she not only called me fat, but a terrible, terrible person!

Hostile Wednesday: Take Two

FYI: The rules of Weinism should be up by Tuesday or sooner. It's all on Jean. Find the rules!

Hostile Wednesay the third edition turned out a bit better than the second. After a rum and coke or five I chilled out a bit and came to these conclusions:

• the martini glasses are so cool that I will never be square again
• I always pick the wrong weekend to go home
• hostile Wednesdays should become a national holiday (or at least a campus wide one We SUC, right?)
• The Wizard of Oz is better in colour
• people who don't understand me never will
• the weathernetwork does drugs: clear fog??
• the best part of any day is when it's over
• blame is the name of the game on HW
• plagarism breeds fear and it doesn't matter whether you're guilty or not
• the american idiots are coming to London on my anniversary awwwwwww
• people just don't appreciate me the way they should
• what the world needs now is GOO not love
• everything's wrong...but it's alright

That's the end of that. Til next week...