My week in review: (Warning: LONG)
Sunday:
I can't remember that far back.
Monday:
Did nothing. Sucked. Video Gaming.
Tuesday:
See Monday.
Wednesday:
9:00 AM Final for Modern European History. I could have crapped on that thing and gotten a good grade. I think I did really well in that course, and it should serve as a nice GPA booster to keep me in my crazy rediculous honours program. Later that day some classmates from my Russian class come over and we prepare Pelmenis, that I don't get to eat anyway because they were for a party on Friday I didn't go to. I miss out on a drunken expedition up Mont Royal with friend. I'm still drinking anyway. My friends return from the mountain with a hefty hankering for streak. We go downtown (wait, we live downtown) to L'entrecote at 10:30. They say their kitchen is closed. Bastards. We go to Alexandre's. Greatest damn steak and fries plus a pint of Moosehead for $35.
Thursday:
Okay, so we're playing soccer, two of my friends and a few other people from the other dorms. Then all of a sudden a huge number of people show up and we start playing full field. It was awesome. 'Cept for that part before we were playing full field where I smashed my ankle into some guy's shin and keep playing on it for a few hours. It really starts to swell up and hurt. I went in a little early because I was fucking freezing, and I couldn't feel my arms for a good hour. My friends come back from soccer and we head out to Cheers. So I limp all the way down the big hill to the downtown. We were going to meet people at Cheers, but wanted to go to Peel Pub instead. They had persuaded us to go to Cheers. When we get to Cheers, they tell us they're going to Peel Pub. Bastards. Well, we get a table at Peel Pub, lots of booze. Lots. 140oz Pitcher lots. Yeah, and $1 shooters of Vodka and Schnapps. Oh man. Also, there were creepy 35 year old guys who were at the table next to us. This bar is a college hangout. Oh well, I guess they have every right to ogle college girls too. One of them keeps telling us that our "twenties will be a blur." Probably true. My ankle still feels like its being chewed off by a pack of ravenous koala bears.
Friday:
They've got a barbeque going on, with lots of free beer. I'm all over that. Drinking started at 5. Ankle's not feeling too bad, I'm ready to party. Funneling, chugging, all the standard stuff. Basically just drinking until 10. Then we go to BDP, after my incessant insistence upon BDP (Bar des Pins, not like you know that anyway). More booze. Total estimated drinking time: 8-9+ hours
Saturday
Ah yes, a good day indeed. My friend was leaving the next day (now that next day is today), so we were gettin ready to PARTY. His room was already clear of all his stuff, so we take his matress, shove it into the closet, put the bed frame into the fire escape, and bam, we've got our own club in our dorm. We even hook up his computer to his TV so that there's music videos playing. Me and another friend go for a beer run and return with a 24 of Labatt Bleue (I wanted Molson, but they were out. Bastards.) and Budweiser (Again we wanted Molson Ex and Dry, but they had neither. Bastards.) Anyway, the party in his room wasn't exactly as good as we'd hoped so we just kinda ended up migrating away. So it's 1 AM I guess, and I end up smoking up in one of my friend's rooms. Smoking up a lot. I get a LOT of greens too. So I'm fucking stoned out of my mind now. I go back to my room... then two girls from my floor come into my room, with menacing looks on their faces. They close the door behind them and begin to interogate me for something they thought I said but didn't. However, at this point my mind is miles away so it was kind awkward. Ends up they were really high too. A few minutes later someone else invites me to smoke up. How can I refuse? Man was I high.
Yeah. That's my week. It was uh, pretty good.
Sunday:
I can't remember that far back.
Monday:
Did nothing. Sucked. Video Gaming.
Tuesday:
See Monday.
Wednesday:
9:00 AM Final for Modern European History. I could have crapped on that thing and gotten a good grade. I think I did really well in that course, and it should serve as a nice GPA booster to keep me in my crazy rediculous honours program. Later that day some classmates from my Russian class come over and we prepare Pelmenis, that I don't get to eat anyway because they were for a party on Friday I didn't go to. I miss out on a drunken expedition up Mont Royal with friend. I'm still drinking anyway. My friends return from the mountain with a hefty hankering for streak. We go downtown (wait, we live downtown) to L'entrecote at 10:30. They say their kitchen is closed. Bastards. We go to Alexandre's. Greatest damn steak and fries plus a pint of Moosehead for $35.
Thursday:
Okay, so we're playing soccer, two of my friends and a few other people from the other dorms. Then all of a sudden a huge number of people show up and we start playing full field. It was awesome. 'Cept for that part before we were playing full field where I smashed my ankle into some guy's shin and keep playing on it for a few hours. It really starts to swell up and hurt. I went in a little early because I was fucking freezing, and I couldn't feel my arms for a good hour. My friends come back from soccer and we head out to Cheers. So I limp all the way down the big hill to the downtown. We were going to meet people at Cheers, but wanted to go to Peel Pub instead. They had persuaded us to go to Cheers. When we get to Cheers, they tell us they're going to Peel Pub. Bastards. Well, we get a table at Peel Pub, lots of booze. Lots. 140oz Pitcher lots. Yeah, and $1 shooters of Vodka and Schnapps. Oh man. Also, there were creepy 35 year old guys who were at the table next to us. This bar is a college hangout. Oh well, I guess they have every right to ogle college girls too. One of them keeps telling us that our "twenties will be a blur." Probably true. My ankle still feels like its being chewed off by a pack of ravenous koala bears.
Friday:
They've got a barbeque going on, with lots of free beer. I'm all over that. Drinking started at 5. Ankle's not feeling too bad, I'm ready to party. Funneling, chugging, all the standard stuff. Basically just drinking until 10. Then we go to BDP, after my incessant insistence upon BDP (Bar des Pins, not like you know that anyway). More booze. Total estimated drinking time: 8-9+ hours
Saturday
Ah yes, a good day indeed. My friend was leaving the next day (now that next day is today), so we were gettin ready to PARTY. His room was already clear of all his stuff, so we take his matress, shove it into the closet, put the bed frame into the fire escape, and bam, we've got our own club in our dorm. We even hook up his computer to his TV so that there's music videos playing. Me and another friend go for a beer run and return with a 24 of Labatt Bleue (I wanted Molson, but they were out. Bastards.) and Budweiser (Again we wanted Molson Ex and Dry, but they had neither. Bastards.) Anyway, the party in his room wasn't exactly as good as we'd hoped so we just kinda ended up migrating away. So it's 1 AM I guess, and I end up smoking up in one of my friend's rooms. Smoking up a lot. I get a LOT of greens too. So I'm fucking stoned out of my mind now. I go back to my room... then two girls from my floor come into my room, with menacing looks on their faces. They close the door behind them and begin to interogate me for something they thought I said but didn't. However, at this point my mind is miles away so it was kind awkward. Ends up they were really high too. A few minutes later someone else invites me to smoke up. How can I refuse? Man was I high.
Yeah. That's my week. It was uh, pretty good.
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littlehobbitfeet:
I was born in Winnipeg, but my political leanings are to the right. I thought the name was funny because as a nation we're toooooo damn socialist.
tori:
damn ravenous kaolas. but yeah. my left eyes is blue. the right is green. it's easier to tell when i'm angry/upset or my eyes are all bloodshot.
