First day of CEC, and things are off to a pretty good start.
We drove down to Pearson at 5 a.m., but got lost trying to find parking, and arrived 3 minutes after the check-in deadline. Basically, we missed our flight.
Fortunately, we caught the next flight to St. John, which meant we didn't have to stop over in Montreal as we were scheduled to do originally. This actually saved us a few hours - and we even got to eat breakfast (Egg + Bacon + Cheese + Croissant = AWESOME).
We landed in St. John at around 11 local time, and found out the bus to Fredrickton was only due at around 6. Luckily, car rental was only slightly more expensive, so we got a Pontiac 5, and ended up driving 2 hours to Fredrickton.
As I put it, "We've had a bunch of messups that actually worked out in our favour."
Lunch at The Lunar Rogue - Seafood Linguine
Lindsey and Cory had a meeting a 5 they were unaware of, and it wasn't on the schedule.
Missed the Wine and Cheese thing.
Debates were screwy. Opposition won majority because of weird resolutions. Format was different than OEC. French team was awesome.
Afterwards, went for dinner at Mexicali Rosa's and ate a BIG AS YOUR HEAD BURRITO. Then went to Dooly's where Direct Energy bought 1500 dollars worth of booze for everyone. Had 4 double Rye and cokes, then some guy bought me a beer. Afterwards, went to Nikki Z's and had two Rum and cokes for 2 bucks each, and after went to some pizza place "best pizza in town" for a huge slice of DONAIR PIZZA.
Joke debate
Pub crawl
*Update: The pub crawl erased all remaining memory of the trip. Sorry!
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
WUT
I learned three things from my trip to New Brunswick.
a) Debating against French people is terrifying.
b) The Ninja Turtles were actually Frenchmen in gimp masks and muscle suits.
c) NB IS A MAGIC LAND WHERE LOBSTER FALLS FROM THE SKY LIKE RAIN.
a) Debating against French people is terrifying.
b) The Ninja Turtles were actually Frenchmen in gimp masks and muscle suits.
c) NB IS A MAGIC LAND WHERE LOBSTER FALLS FROM THE SKY LIKE RAIN.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Love This Course
Ways I have mispronounced my class, "3SH3 Operating Systems Concepts"
3SX3 Operator Syntax Concierge
3 something it's got an M in it I think
The course with the dinosaurs
Operating fucking awesome shit
Prom Dress Salmonella
Systems of Operating Things
Fucking Impossible Concepts
The other day, someone asked me to 'step outside'. I assumed he meant that I should get some fresh air or play a rousing game of organized sports, but then he started hitting me, and I was crying and bleeding and wondering why we weren't playing soccer or something and I think I blacked out.
I really need to find a new school. My professor is sort of violent.
3SX3 Operator Syntax Concierge
3 something it's got an M in it I think
The course with the dinosaurs
Operating fucking awesome shit
Prom Dress Salmonella
Systems of Operating Things
Fucking Impossible Concepts
The other day, someone asked me to 'step outside'. I assumed he meant that I should get some fresh air or play a rousing game of organized sports, but then he started hitting me, and I was crying and bleeding and wondering why we weren't playing soccer or something and I think I blacked out.
I really need to find a new school. My professor is sort of violent.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
End of Ze World
One day, parasites will learn to emulate delicious hamburgers and then we're all screwed.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Snack Mix
Justin says:
Yo
Justin says:
I fucking love snack mix.
Justin says:
It's got everything in it.
Justin says:
Like, I like pretzels
Justin says:
but not too many at once
Justin says:
Like, I'm not going to go out and buy a bag of rold gold, if you know what I mean.
Justin says:
Too many hard salty sticks isn't my thing. Maybe for Clay Aiken.
Justin says:
But man, fucking snack mix.
Justin says:
Love that shit.
Justin says:
It's got like, a million different things in it.
Justin says:
Even those ring-o's. Those things are so -fucking- delicious.
Justin says:
and not only that
Justin says:
You can put them on your fingers
Justin says:
and eat them off
Justin says:
That's versatility!
LISEASAUR - "But little did he know that you are made ENTIRELY OUT OF WIN" - Albatross says:
you are foolish
Justin says:
And wait, there's more
Justin says:
There's Doritos and Cheetos in there
Justin says:
Like, cheese. It's some powdered shit
Justin says:
but who cares?
Justin says:
I don't even like Doritos that much by themselves.
Justin says:
Like, my mom bought me this big bag of those 'fusion' ones.
Justin says:
Hot Wings and Blue Cheese
LISEASAUR - "But little did he know that you are made ENTIRELY OUT OF WIN" - Albatross says:
ew
Justin says:
But you have to eat them together. Like, who eats wings without dip? A sad person, let me tell you.
Justin says:
And who eats dip by itself? That's pretty gross.
Justin says:
So you have to shove two fucking triangles in your mouth at the same time.
Justin says:
And you end up looking like a goddamn Ewok.
Yo
Justin says:
I fucking love snack mix.
Justin says:
It's got everything in it.
Justin says:
Like, I like pretzels
Justin says:
but not too many at once
Justin says:
Like, I'm not going to go out and buy a bag of rold gold, if you know what I mean.
Justin says:
Too many hard salty sticks isn't my thing. Maybe for Clay Aiken.
Justin says:
But man, fucking snack mix.
Justin says:
Love that shit.
Justin says:
It's got like, a million different things in it.
Justin says:
Even those ring-o's. Those things are so -fucking- delicious.
Justin says:
and not only that
Justin says:
You can put them on your fingers
Justin says:
and eat them off
Justin says:
That's versatility!
LISEASAUR - "But little did he know that you are made ENTIRELY OUT OF WIN" - Albatross says:
you are foolish
Justin says:
And wait, there's more
Justin says:
There's Doritos and Cheetos in there
Justin says:
Like, cheese. It's some powdered shit
Justin says:
but who cares?
Justin says:
I don't even like Doritos that much by themselves.
Justin says:
Like, my mom bought me this big bag of those 'fusion' ones.
Justin says:
Hot Wings and Blue Cheese
LISEASAUR - "But little did he know that you are made ENTIRELY OUT OF WIN" - Albatross says:
ew
Justin says:
But you have to eat them together. Like, who eats wings without dip? A sad person, let me tell you.
Justin says:
And who eats dip by itself? That's pretty gross.
Justin says:
So you have to shove two fucking triangles in your mouth at the same time.
Justin says:
And you end up looking like a goddamn Ewok.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Hey Guys
Hi, I'm Justin, I'm in 3rd year Mechatronics and nothing else - just straight Tron. I didn't feel like a year of my life was worth a commerce degree. I'm a little high strung, as you can see. For those of you that have met me, you know I'm a little bit excitable, and for those of you that haven't met me... heheheh.
I like Tron because I theoretically get to build robots and stuff, but in reality I'm probably going to end up crying in an office somewhere in Nebraska. I have a friend who's doing that right now, his name is fish boy. That's not his real name, obviously, but he has this really big lips and eyes that make him look like an anime character invented by Stephen King. Don't let that discourage you.
I like playing guitar and running around excitably. Apparently, the last girl who was up here can't spell the word Galactica, so I'm going to go ahead and change that. I'm good at English too. I'm pretty much, like, the most bestest at it.
Turn to your left and turn to your right. People will tell you that one of those people will fail. That's negative thinking. Instead, look at those people again. I tell you that one of them will pass. Hey, I'm not going to stand up here and lie to you. I'm not even getting paid for this.
When I came to McMaster in my first year, I was freaked out and exhilarated at the same time. Think back to the last time you went skydiving, or bungee jumping, or you accidentally mixed cheese and chocolate and found it tasted awesome. It's slightly like that. Fortunately, I met a great group of friends who helped me settle in, and none of them looked like a fish.
The biggest way to enjoy your university experience is to get involved. It sounds cliche, I know, and I feel like I should be some big-name celebrity like... John Travolta? Is he still famous? Okay, good, I feel like I should be John Travolta saying this to you: "Participate!" Some of the best friends you'll make are in clubs where you share interests, or at events you both go to. I met my current girlfriend at the "Lonely singles who are so desperate they drink themselves into a stupor every night while looking for a date" club. Haha, no, that's a lie, I don't have a girlfriend, but I'm probably going to end up in a drunken stupor tonight anyways.
University can be tough. I'm not going to mince words - it does make you crazy. Sorry, I was just thinking about how rocks smell. They have no nose, you see? But university, while mind-breaking, is endurable, and eventually when you get your degree and end up working in McDonald's anyways, you'll be glad you did it.
Your prof is giving me a weird look. I think that means that maybe I should sit down soon.
All I have left to say is, you're stuck here for the next 4 years, give or take another 5, so you better make the best of it. Get out there. Explore. Adventure. Live. The university is an oyster, and you're fish boy. Go get that pearl.
Thanks a lot ladies and gentlemen. Live long and prosper, and may the Force be with you.
I like Tron because I theoretically get to build robots and stuff, but in reality I'm probably going to end up crying in an office somewhere in Nebraska. I have a friend who's doing that right now, his name is fish boy. That's not his real name, obviously, but he has this really big lips and eyes that make him look like an anime character invented by Stephen King. Don't let that discourage you.
I like playing guitar and running around excitably. Apparently, the last girl who was up here can't spell the word Galactica, so I'm going to go ahead and change that. I'm good at English too. I'm pretty much, like, the most bestest at it.
Turn to your left and turn to your right. People will tell you that one of those people will fail. That's negative thinking. Instead, look at those people again. I tell you that one of them will pass. Hey, I'm not going to stand up here and lie to you. I'm not even getting paid for this.
When I came to McMaster in my first year, I was freaked out and exhilarated at the same time. Think back to the last time you went skydiving, or bungee jumping, or you accidentally mixed cheese and chocolate and found it tasted awesome. It's slightly like that. Fortunately, I met a great group of friends who helped me settle in, and none of them looked like a fish.
The biggest way to enjoy your university experience is to get involved. It sounds cliche, I know, and I feel like I should be some big-name celebrity like... John Travolta? Is he still famous? Okay, good, I feel like I should be John Travolta saying this to you: "Participate!" Some of the best friends you'll make are in clubs where you share interests, or at events you both go to. I met my current girlfriend at the "Lonely singles who are so desperate they drink themselves into a stupor every night while looking for a date" club. Haha, no, that's a lie, I don't have a girlfriend, but I'm probably going to end up in a drunken stupor tonight anyways.
University can be tough. I'm not going to mince words - it does make you crazy. Sorry, I was just thinking about how rocks smell. They have no nose, you see? But university, while mind-breaking, is endurable, and eventually when you get your degree and end up working in McDonald's anyways, you'll be glad you did it.
Your prof is giving me a weird look. I think that means that maybe I should sit down soon.
All I have left to say is, you're stuck here for the next 4 years, give or take another 5, so you better make the best of it. Get out there. Explore. Adventure. Live. The university is an oyster, and you're fish boy. Go get that pearl.
Thanks a lot ladies and gentlemen. Live long and prosper, and may the Force be with you.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Maybe They're All Aliens?
It's the last day of my winter break, and I'm sitting in a bar with a couple of friends.
"I think I'll get a Blowjob," one of my friends says, referring to the alcoholic drink.
"You would, wouldn't you?" I quip. The girl next to me smacks me in the arm.
Another friend at the end of the table orders an Orgasm. I wonder if the bar makes an attraction around sex-based drinks. I furtively look for a Rusty Trombone, or a Dirty Sanchez. Nope. I settle for a pitcher of Rickard's Red, my preferred choice of beer.
We spend the next few minutes catching up. After months away at school, it's nice to see old friends again, and I've known most of them for almost 13 years. We reminisce about old times, bringing back waves of nostalgia. There was that time a classmate yelled "FUCK" really loud into a silent room, or the year where I had to dress up as a girl in our school's rendition of "A Midsummer Night's Dream." Good times.
"Excuse me," I interrupt, getting to my feet. I'm feeling slightly woozy. "But I drank too much liquid and now I need to piss."
My friend stands up. He's wobbling. "I'll come with you."
The girls start to laugh. I pause. "Hey, you ladies always go to the bathroom in pairs. Talk about double standards."
As we stagger off to the washrooms, the thought stays on my mind. Why do girls go to the bathroom in groups? Are they plotting the domination of men? Performing mystical rituals? Are they sharing makeup tips? Making out?
I shake my head. Maybe there are some secrets better left untold. I'm a guy anyways - I'll never figure it out, and I'm sure as hell not dressing like a girl again.
I pee and forget about it.
"I think I'll get a Blowjob," one of my friends says, referring to the alcoholic drink.
"You would, wouldn't you?" I quip. The girl next to me smacks me in the arm.
Another friend at the end of the table orders an Orgasm. I wonder if the bar makes an attraction around sex-based drinks. I furtively look for a Rusty Trombone, or a Dirty Sanchez. Nope. I settle for a pitcher of Rickard's Red, my preferred choice of beer.
We spend the next few minutes catching up. After months away at school, it's nice to see old friends again, and I've known most of them for almost 13 years. We reminisce about old times, bringing back waves of nostalgia. There was that time a classmate yelled "FUCK" really loud into a silent room, or the year where I had to dress up as a girl in our school's rendition of "A Midsummer Night's Dream." Good times.
"Excuse me," I interrupt, getting to my feet. I'm feeling slightly woozy. "But I drank too much liquid and now I need to piss."
My friend stands up. He's wobbling. "I'll come with you."
The girls start to laugh. I pause. "Hey, you ladies always go to the bathroom in pairs. Talk about double standards."
As we stagger off to the washrooms, the thought stays on my mind. Why do girls go to the bathroom in groups? Are they plotting the domination of men? Performing mystical rituals? Are they sharing makeup tips? Making out?
I shake my head. Maybe there are some secrets better left untold. I'm a guy anyways - I'll never figure it out, and I'm sure as hell not dressing like a girl again.
I pee and forget about it.
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