Here is the shit piss.

So, I know I've been remiss on this blog, but this is a very quick update. I say quick because I have been drinking quite a bit of the nicest lager ever (Kirin Ichiban - hint hint motherfucking hint for those wondering what to get me for Christmas/Hanukkah/Kwanzaa/Eid) and haven't really eaten in a while, so I may be pretty incoherent. Plus, I am about to finish watching MST3K and have an 'early' night.

So!

Wednesday: Met up with Ngoni. Got my timetable. Ate at Murphy's (another fast food place to cross off). Bought a guitar at Guitar Centre. Named her Tessa. Maybe I'll do a separate post about her on the weekend, maybe I won't. Who cares? (If you care, let me know!)

Thursday: Got on the bus to Galleria. It pissed it down to the point of absolute madness. Wheels could not grip the road. Aquaplaning was the order of the day. Got drenched in the short distance between the bus and Galleria entrance (about 100 metres and less than 2 minutes running. Maybe less than a minute). Galleria is big. Subway and Chick-fil A can be crossed off the fast food list. Subway is Subway and Chick-fil A is disappointing. Played guitar for an unhealthy amount of time.

Friday: Woke up at 6:30. Thought long and hard and seriously and optimistically about not going in to orientation. Decided against it. Attempted to jump in the shower, but barely wet my head before decrying: 'Fuck this shit'. Got a bus. It took an hour and a bit. Had an interesting orientation. Skipped a shitty class. Learnt a few things about STCL. Ate too much. Joined the Hispanic Society and the Democrat Society. Looked forward to reacquainting myself with the ladies of the Democrat Society (Paul would be proud :)). Got the bus back. It took an hour and a half. Got in the house. Drank a ton and had another great conversation with Marcus.

At this point (as I said to my dear Clare) I am questioning the pros and cons of a 3 hour journey to and from Downtown. I find in favour of sticking with it because Marcus has given me such a deal on rent, bus fare is so cheap, and being any closer would just negate any advantages I have.

I'll probably have to rethink this position when I settle into my schedule. If I am spending a dickton (I use the word {profanity]ton a lot) on studying outside of my time in the college, then a closer location might save me time which I could spend on being wankered. You know?

Anyway. That's where it stands. I should probably e-mail Mother, but MST3K awaits.