Past few entries:
I suck, you suck, everything sucks - 2005-03-17
Hurray! - 2005-02-22
Good year coming - 2005-02-10
Fat - 2005-01-27
Bleh - 2005-01-11
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Andrew
Dave
Diaryland
Hangtime
Jackson
Jeffy
Loobylu
Lurgee
Marn
Neonjunkie
Out of order
She speaks good english
Spacegirl
Tanzy
Velcrometer
2000-07-10
Firstly, my most important news of the day. After agonizing for weeks about what courses to pick for next year and scruntinizing every single page of that course guide (as my more faithful readers shall remember), I, in pure classic Sufu brilliance, have managed to make a big fat conflict (shown in capital red letters online) in my schedule. Thank you, no applause please. So after several ulcerish days of, "Oh, will I be able to do that Roman History course all by myself? And memorize all those dates and names? And write all those essays?" I cannot take it after all. How anticlimactic.
Second piece: when did they stop having Icy Mondays at Second Cup?? I paid a whopping $3.00 for my iced mochaccino today! And they put at least two inches of ice in it! As a minimum wage worker, I'll have to start bringing a kettle and my own tea bags and instant coffee if this keeps up.
I read in the paper today that they had some Aryan Nations type celebration last week in Kingston. The place I call home eight months of the year. Lovely. Not just that, but the article also said that they've been having regular meetings in Kingston. Yes, up there in the beautiful, old Upper Canadian capital, we not only have rednecks, but also skinhead descendants of the KKK!
On a good note, they just closed one of the women's penitentiaries in Kingston. Hurray! Now there are only seven possible places from which all those crazed convicts could have escaped!
So how was my trip you ask? Tobermory was absolutely beautiful. And I only spent 10.5 travelling hours in the car with the parental units, the majority of which I spent snoozing anyway. The water was crystal clear and turquoise, like you see in the travel books of the Carribeans, and there were pretty caves and rock formations everywhere. Too bad I didn't have a chance to go scuba diving.
My dad's a little nuts. We took a small cruise out to Flowerpot Island to see these "flowerpot" rocks (think inverted triangle) and had to be back at the dock for the last boat about an hour after we got dropped off. As we walked along the path to find these rocks, my dad kept saying, "We should turn back soon. We don't want to miss the boat," about every 20 seconds. After we got to the first rock, he said, "Okay, time to go back now. We don't want to be stuck out here tonight." This was about five minutes from the dock. We still had 40 minutes left. Do the math people.
Alright, there were 20 minutes left when we decided to turn back. I have seriously never seen my dad walk so fast before in his entire life. After a while, he turned the speedwalk into running and left us behind. We'd see him run back a bit to check on our progress, then run ahead again like some overly energetic five-year-old in need of some serious Ritalin.
Needless to say, I no longer question where my high blood pressure is coming from.