The Blake says…

Why Can`t Jordan muster some balls and come talk to me himself?

I tried talking to him last night, to no reply. He either wasnt there or doesnt want to talk to me. Either way, he needs to come patch his OWN shit up.

The Jordan Says…

Wow Blake.

So, you’re not dead. You just have impaired cognitive abilities.

I didn’t ask Andrew to actually collect from you, you douchebag. He is clearly just joking around. You do know how Andrew acts, don’t you?

Also, I didn’t respond to you when you talked to me because it was 12:16 in the AM on Wednesday morning, which typically means I’m wrist deep in the shitty filth that is an algebra assignment. As I work, I usually throw one or more of my favourite movies or television shows up on the LCD screen and work until the wee hours.

When you talked to me, I was likely half-way through the second season of Arrested Development, since when I finally noticed you’d left me a message, you were not online anymore.

You seem to think I have some sort of resentment towards you. I don’t.

I just want to get paid for some drinks from that night, and be able to do some laundry.

And since I’d rather not walk to WLU unless you actually have my money, why don’t you drop me a line when you can pay me back? (On the phone during your “vigil”, you made it sound like you did not have money to pay me back.)

Thanks.

This is in case you don’t check Liam’s comments.

Stupid Carl.

I despise that Carl Leushius. Even now, my girlfriend is over at a party at his house instead of talking to me on the phone. She is frustrated with me all week because I could not talk to her (I had a midterm, three assignments and a lab to get finished), and now that I’m available to talk, she abandons me for Carl…

Carl…

He is like Newman to my Seinfeld.

Hurray!

Thank you Liberty Tax Services!

Time to start preparing the hell out of those folks income tax returns.

Boo yah!

I wrote my psychology exam yesterday morning, which was much easier than I expected. It was on par with the previous exam, which really shouldn’t have surprised me. However, the short answer portion was much easier.

I was reluctant to hand it in after finishing the whole thing in about 20 minutes, because I feared the encounter with my professor. If you recall last time, she asked me if I did not go to classes. And I lied to her. I said I was always there.

This time, she was probably well aware that I did not actually come, so I lingered trying to think of some elaborate excuse that did not involve the phrase “I hate your lectures”. In the end, I just dropped my stuff off as fast as possible and fled.

When I went up there, she looked at me with a surprised look as if she was thinking “Oh shit. I thought he dropped this class or was dead or something.” Or maybe she was amazed that I had the balls to write the midterms without going to lectures. But, most of the learning must come from textbook readings anyway. She cannot cover it all in class (this was proven by the fact that half of the unit on memory was left off the midterm).

Also, I really cannot wait for this term to end. It has been so unbelievably stressful, and I haven’t had a chance to relax and read, or play video games in ages.

Anywho, I’ve got to do some reading for philosophy. I will be back soon to drool over the beauty that is Castlevania: Portrait of Ruin.

In order of preference and feasibility:

• Castlevania: Portrait of Ruin
• Children of Mana
• Yoshi’s Island II
• Nintendo Wii w/ Twilight Princess

Alright. I’ve taken a brief reprieve from studying psychology to return back to the blogosphere and make an update that does not make me sound completely psychotic. To that end, I bumped into Liam, King of Beards, today in the MC. He had just been liberated from Calculus, while I was heading to that dungeon of derivation.

We talked about getting together at KO for a relaxing night of non-obsessive school work. I think this is mainly for my benefit, because ever since my last post, some people have been treating me like a deranged, suicidal mental patient.

But so what if I am?

The problem with going to KO is that I - quite literally - have no money. As I mentioned in my more hysterical post below, I have literally zero dollars to my name. This makes it very difficult to purchase gigglewater at the local speakeasy. It seems I will have to collect from Blake in order to fully take-in a night of casual drinking.

Although, I am sorely tempted to keep my money away from alcohol and devote it to something more tangible, like a new Nintendo DS game or a Christmas gift for my girlfriend (quite possibly the wiser choice). Children of Mana just came out, and I really want to buy it and go back to my days of gathering Mana spirits to save the world and restore the Mana Tree, and slashing and destroying enemies with my party of Kevin, Hawkeye and Riesz. Please note: I did not name them. The available characters are Kevin, Hawkeye, Riesz, Angela, Charlotte and Duran.

Children of Mana, Final Fantasy III, Castlevania: Portrait of Ruin and Star Fox are all out, and I desperately want them. My problem is that I lack the following: 1. Time to play the games 2. Money to purchase the games

As such, I am left to debate whether I should request them for Christmas from my parents, or if it would be wiser to get something helpful to university. However, I have access to everything I need (for the most part), so I should be already in that respect. Besides, I need to have some way of kicking back.

In an effort to kick back, I had fully intended to go to that Don’t Study event today hosted by UW Gamers. However, I refused to go until I finished studying for Psychology, which only recently wrapped up. The event ended at 10PM, so…I missed it. Oh well.

As a final point of interest, I just got back from getting a bite to eat. I’m disturbed by the service. First of all, the woman who prepared my food, we shall call her Lupe, added the condiments, added the meat, and then walked away to refill the ranch dressing container in the back. So, I’m standing there at the counter, awkwardly, with a line forming behind me and no one manning the counter. Finally, another person comes out, wraps my wrap, and sends me on my way.

The more disturbing part of this whole ordeal is the man we shall call Raccoon Eyes. I see him working often. And usually, he appears to be affected by some sort of malady. While I was there today, he turned to talk to a fellow employee and openly coughed on the area where they prepare the French fries.

Ugh…I’m hesitant to eat from the Grill in the future…

Oh, as a final note, I joined Facebook and added myself to the St. Michael’s group. It was interesting. Within a short time span of signing up, Nicole H@milton added me as one of her friends. This surprised me, since I haven’t seen Nicole Hamilton since I went to see League of Extraordinary Gentleman about four years ago on Andrew’s birthday, and even then - she didn’t recognize me.

Also, at the time, she had blue hair…like Marge Simpson, without the up-do.

Furthermore, such old acquaintances as R@chel Kyle, @ndrew @d@ir, and a few others are present on Facebook. It is interesting to see that everyone is still alive and kicking.