Some day, Some month, Some year:
Oooh-ho do i hate females. I was in my Social Science tutorial today. It started off with the group of three that sit across the table from me boiling my blood. I once heard it mentioned that the Gina is a dying breed. No-no my friends, they are alive and well. And multiplying at York. Anyways, this group of three Ginas. This is how their conversation goes this morning (loud enough for ALL to hear, which i'm sure was a mistake, the silly darlings):
Gina #1 : "So Daniel took me out this Saturday."
Gina #2: "Oh yeah, that was this weekend, how'd that go?"
Gina #1: "Well we went to this restaurant, this expensive one too out near (insert name of rich suburb i can't remember the name of), you know where all the restaurants are *blah blah blah*, and he was so sweet and so polite, and i'm so not used to that. I was like 'why cant you be a jerk?' And he paid for everything too."
Gina #2: "Oh that's so sweet, are you going out with him again?"
Gina #1: "I don't know. Maybe."
Our TA saved us at this point where he came in the room and began his lesson before he even sat down. But an hour later came the break. For 10 minutes, Gina #3 was on the phone with Ian setting up a date for this evening. GO INTO THE F*****G HALL AND HAVE THIS CONVERSATION, NO ONE CARES ABOUT YOUR SEX LIFE! For the love of god people, honestly. Private conversations are not meant to be had infront of total strangers at high volume. Go away!


Some day, Some month, Some year:
I have a question for anyone who reads this. What do you tip a snotty waiter? I went to the Annex last night for coffee, and we got this ass of a waiter who was unbelieveabley rude. Such a snot! The bill came to like $12 something, and we put a $20 down. The waiter comes over, looks at the bill, looks at us, and says "So I suppose you want change?" No, we want to leave you a $7 tip sunshine. Now I'm an ex coffee whench, and I tip something like 20% all the time. But what do you do in this case? The jerk-off waiter will think we're cheap if we don't tip at least 15%, or that we're suckers if we tip more than that. But he doesn't deserve 15%! Does he?


Some day, Some month, Some year:
So I'm in university now - well actually, i go to York - studying communications so I can learn how all your minds work and sell you what you don't really need. Mindless consumer sheep. BBBBAAAAAHHHHHH! No really, I love you all, and I'm my favourite capitalist whore. Just remember that this is my page of venting and I don't mean to offend anyone. Except for that schmuck in my Sci-Fi class, I'll offend him any chance I get. Star-trek watching/ Dungeons and Dragons Playing/ Lord of the Rings reading mother f***er. Sorry, again, my turn to vent. So yes, I'm at York, the high-school of universities, and it's been collectively decided that we're changing the name from Freshmen to Freshmeat. If you're planning to go to uni. to waste mommy and daddy's money and sleep with as many people as possible, YORK IS THE SCHOOL FOR YOU! On the upside, the work is really easy and the Prof.s are hilarious. The head of my college is to be addressed "Master Sugar". All the heads of the colleges are called Master. I'm in S&M heaven.


Some day, Some month, Some year:
My father is getting re-married. Fuck. Kevin is never going to move out (that would be my step-brother who got my room when he and his mother moved in). At least i don't have to go to the wedding, they're eloping in Italy! I hate weddings.