Merkavah - Drive the Lord's SUV!

"Now Mario's dead! I'm killing everyone! Why couldn't Ponce have three lives like Mario!?" - JFK

Bjork is pulsing beats into my head. Ben and Caroline lay curled together in bed, hopefully undisturbed by the pitter-patter of my fingers on the keys.

I'm angry at Janet today. She shafted us for a get-together, likely to engage in more of her sex-pottery. (sex-pottery? Damn, I'm inebriated) No real matter though, I'll just be angry at her and bitch at her for the next week, and be extra cruel to her. That is the way things go with spiritual siblings.

We went on an adventure today, Jared, Justin, Reuben (sp?), and I. It was exciting... the three of us (excluding Reuben, as we grabbed him later) started off our journeys with a trip from our home of 4th Stormont to 3rd Dundas, the all-girls floor. Not much of a difference there, so we trekked up to 10th Glen, the party floor.

If you don't live in Carleton Residence (which I'm assuming many of you don't), the Stormont building is a pretty decent place. We've got rooms that aren't all too tight, enough space to stretch, and we have a bathroom to every four people (every two rooms)... which is pretty decent, in way of residences.

10th Glen was insane.

I believe they have a communal bathroom. Not completely certain on this (as I do not know anyone who lives up there)... but that's not important.

I felt like I was in Eastern Europe. Metal elevators with bodily fluids all over the cracked mirror, hall lights turned completely off, wallpaint peeling, stairway doors that look like they were props from a b-rated prison-house movie...

I almost want to bring a camera there and film another shitty sequel to the Resident Evil franchise. Though I could definately see myself living and enjoying myself there.

We went from there to 7th Prescott to grab Reuben (though we did not know where he lived, exactly...) Instant bourgeois. The place was so sanitary... clean... walls were blank sheets of solid colour paint... all the doors had card-locks...

Bizzare.

We trekked around the other buildings, but none of the others were as striking. We did, however, get confused for rapists, as there have been cases of strangers creeping into people's rooms.

So we ended that.

We also locked Braeden in the garbage chute room while he was drunk off his arse, but that's a story for another day.

It was an interesting night all in all, but now I have to work. Cheers.

(This entry is incomplete, and is only posted because I'm not exactly sober... hopefully I will get time to brush it up tomorrow)