after h/r, went for sushi (AGAIN) and conestoga
when we were crossing the yield, a car stopped for us and the car behind it hit it! we just walked away...
anyway, pictures.
some guys on the street
me+stella walking in mud and rain
stella-ella-ira (quack quack quack)
taking a picture of a picture...of a picture
crab salad - my fave!
random sushi. don't expect me to name
(heart)
kevin, ira, stella, allen, me
kev enjoying himself
allen ordered two scoops of EACH flavour!
... and he ate it all :O
becky refused to let me post any of the other pictures i took of her, so we took one (right at this instance) and she told me to post this one up instead
p.s. SAW FOUR!
becky told me this riddle.
two detectives find a man lying in a pool of blood on the floor of his room. in one hand there is a gun and in the other, is a tape recorder. the detectives listen to the message on the tape recorder. on it, the man is saying he is depressed and then a gun shot is heard. the detectives go back to the police station and file a police report citing "homicide," but not suicide. why?
i realize i never use my camera or take pictures, of anything. so saturday post-examination, i made an effort - even when people groaned every time i said, "let's take pictures!" as a result, i actually have some thing to put on my blog.
mike+kev on route to mcdonalds
our usual hangout
ira being "cute" - is it working?
playing wii for the first time. i kicked "mr. pro's" ass in bleach - lilian can attest to that
at bomber.
me+lil
me+frank
the alcoholics
more shots (i think i had six that night)
abercrombie guy. um, long story
waterloo slc after lilian got kicked out of bomber for excessive alcohol consumption ahahaha
afterwards, we went to molly's... to drink more
back to frank's - their place has no toilet paper! but that's another story
trying like five times to take a decent group photo
me, ira and lilian ate all you can eat sushi for lunch and went to conestoga afterwards. howard met up with us (carol was in class), and i bought lillian a swarovski necklace as a bridesmaid present for the wedding. holy crap it just occurred to me, i have two weeks to write a speech.
anyway, i've been studying accounting ever since. i feel confident for tomorrow but screwed for marketing on saturday. you won't hear from me tomorrow, but good luck friends for any exams you may have
i tried getting everything done today, and i ended up getting nothing done.
cra is auditing me, so i have to get proof of rent and tuition. so i went to my old place but the landlord wasn't there and i left a message. i also signed up for osap so i went to regina and waited in line for a long time in the student awards office, and my thing is not ready until november. then i went to business office and tried to get the T2202A tax receipt, but that's online. so i went through all the trouble for nothing.
so i walked to the library because becky booked a room for her delta gammas and no one was there, but when i got there, it was full so i just left. then ira called me and told me to go to DC library at waterloo and meet up with linda, so we walked there and studied for like an hour or so because me and ira kept falling asleep.
me and ira went to operations night class after, and i headed home alone but i didn't have my keys on me. i knocked like crazy, even went to the back door, and i thought winnie was home because the tv was on and i was pissed and no one was home. so i met up with ira in the computer lab to try to study, at the same time, walked everywhere trying to look for my keys, ended up calling our landlord and eventually he came and unlocked my door and my keys were on my fucking desk. and now i am home. it's 10:15!!!
the moral of this story is, i got absolutely nothing done today even when i tried to get a lot of my errands done, and i am tired and it is late and i am going to fail my multiple exams and my ankle still hurts!!!
the night ira came back, me and becky told her we were at the computer lab. we were really hiding in her closet in the dark to freak her out. but she couldn't get in through the front door because it was deadbolt locked, so i ran out to unlock the backdoor and i called ira and told her that the backdoor was unlocked. so we made her take all her heavy big ass luggage all the way around the house to the nasty backdoor to get in, just so we could scare her.
when ira was upstairs, me and becky took her keys from her room. becky took out her door key and put it in my room and hid the rest of the keys in her bed. ira found her keys and locked her door and left without knowing she was missing her door key. and when she came back, she was locked out of her room.
at night, becky went to ira's room and opened the door and freaked ira out by saying her name in a really scary way. ira was scared all night that becky would come and do it again.
ira got back at us by putting a fake spider in the bathroom and freaking us out in the morning. me and becky were panicking because it was so big and we both thought it was real, and then figured ira was trying to prank us. eventually (after half an hour of panicking) we finally took the fake spider and put it on a string and hung it in front of her door.
ira put the spider on the window ledge beside the stairs. after i found out both my classes were cancelled for the day, i was walking down our long narrow set of stairs and i was looking at the spider on the window ledge and it kind of freaked me out and i got distracted, missed a couple of steps and fell down the stairs and karma twisted my ankle.
oh well, it's so worth freaking ira out though
i talk now.
you are a spiteful friend.
get out of here. throw that jerk out with you.
what you are doing is wrong, and it is wrong because you know it is wrong, but you are still doing it. you are doing it and you are laughing and making fun and saying bad things. you are hurting, purposefully. i would never do that to you
so bye.
