Ecstasy

you lose your pain, lose your fear, lose your sorrow

here are some lyrics to tangerine sky, by the kottonmouth kings. it's a delightful song, and I used it for the title of my last blog. it is not about drugs, as some may be surprised to know. living without them, if the song and the subject are in any way connected.

I enjoy electrical engineering class. nothing is hard, I seem to understand everything, and the take-home midterm I just received looks like something I can answer all the questions on.

note to self: email matt and darcy the code for the hand-gripper.

the bus comes at 2:20 to take me to woodgrove. I'll get my paycheque, and deposit it, and I'll check my schedule for this week. last week I had no shifts at all, which was nice. if the renovations of the store are finished soon, I'll probably have all the work I want after that. this works out really nicely for me, as it meant no work during midterms, andrews birthday, or my birthday. life is good...

last weekend was fun. friday night was the pubcrawl, and I was 18, so I couldn't go. unfortunate, but not very. I hear it was an incredible night. I removed a small scrap of andrews feelings of computer security, which is surely a good thing. feelings of computer security are never accurate, so they're best when removed. the next day, we went for breakfast, which turned into lunch at swiss chalet. I didn't get any french toast, and the food wasn't great, but the clatchy dining experience was quite present. being on the receiving end of a lab coat is a cold experience, just as it should be. later, there was drinking (I'm a lightweight. anyone shocked this time? didn't think so), and there was also a nice walk.

I don't quite understand some peoples attitudes to shots. specifically, andrews. He gave my a double shot of whisky, and asked me if it burnt. it was a shot, though, so the general idea is that you don't feel it immidietly. Was it supposed to burn? Do others get burnt by shots? Scientists may never know for sure.

the morning after, my mouth tasted like something fairly unpleasant to taste. that didn't surprise me. I didn't eat anything, and we all sat around waking up. there was some chatting, and talk of me fixing someone's computer. Jasmine and I then left, though, so that will probably never happen. I wish the owner luck with that. On the bus, I felt incredibly hungry, and ate a meat and cheese sandwich I had on hand, which didn't help. the bus ride was painful, but for once I felt better by the end of it than I did when I started. when we returned to nanaimo, we ate at tim hortons. I had a sandwich, and I was merry. Jasmine had soup, and I assume it satiated her. then, something bizarre happened. Jasmine and a trifle named Cecil fell madly in love. that torrid affair will no doubt be described, in detail, at Jasmines blog. I would link to it, but that would start a bad trend, blog linking to blog, in some kind of hideous blogosphere filled with blogulational blogs about bloggers blogging about each other. It would be terrible, and I wouldn't feel right doing so. I'm sure you know where to go anyway, if you're going to read it.

13 minutes until the bus arrives. I think I will eat some more orange, after which I will commence waiting.

good day, citizen.

posted by Murray @ 1:46 PM