Indoor Haunted House-ish Thing

Today, I went to the UCC at 10PM with my friends because they wanted to go to the haunted house thing. Once the bitches showed up at 10:20PM, we went in. The people that I went in with had the pretense that I was some balls of steel type of guy, mainly because I didn't shriek like a little girl seeing the Jonas Brothers being murdered by Miley Cirusm at the mere thought of entering the haunted house thing. Nevertheless, I went in, leading of course. My verdict? It was alright. Pretty neat ideas, having someone in a cloak follow you around, a room with a locked door - although to the locked door's detriment, we were kept in the room for too long, so the ring-girl in there lost it's shock appeal, and it seemed like we were hanging out. Nevertheless, having anticipated everything that happened (except for the guy which I will mention later), it was alright.

Oh, and I LOVED this one guy (not gay, keep reading) that was in the front of the haunted house. You walk into the haunted house, and this guy jumps out at you and is like "RAAAAWR!!... YOU ARE GOING... THE WRONG WAY... TAKE THE LEFT ENTRANCE..." That was the highlight of the haunted house. I don't care if it wasn't scary, that guy kept me thoroughly amused. I stood outside the haunted house for a while a little more so I could hear this guy.

OH SHIT, SNOW!

Ah, first day of snow in London (yesterday doesn't count because I wasn't outside when it snowed, fuck off). Nothing much to say about it; it's purdy, it's a bitch to walk in. Nevertheless, the first snow day granted me the perfect opportunity to heckle at the American on my floor:

"HOW DO YOU LIKE OUR WEATHER, YOU DAMN AMERICAN?"
"THIS IS CANADA SAYING FUCK YOU"
"WHY DON'T YOU GO SHOVEL A DRIVEWAY, ASSHOLE"

To which he replied "Why is it snowing in October?"

Perfectly valid question, but I'm not answering it (damn American).

**Disclaimer: If you are an American reading this blog, don't kick my ass please.

Having a shirt on is the business

Today, I went to Sommerville House to participate in a study about the relationship between the coordination of the hand with and or without the guidance of the eye, hence the study of the motor systems within the hand, or something like that. After they said I'd get a free Western t-shirt, I kind of blanked-out. I get in there, the lady says hi, and explains the whole test. Basically, they hook up your index finger with a wire, put that hand on a table, covered by a screen, and white dots will pop up on the screen. You move your index finger, and try to place your finger on the dot, the 90 degrees clockwise of the dot, etc., then repeat with your other hand.

So I get my free t-shirt, and it's the shitty cheap ones, but pretty much what I was expecting. Being paid in cloth is awesome, although if I were in a third world country, I would probably die of starvation - but I'd be the sharpest looking corpse.

Ack, I been found out

There was a happy point in my life where my sister did not know about this blog. I will cherish those memories.

P.S. Fuck off
P.P.S - Love you =)

I Talk Sometimes - Water

I was in the hallway filling my former jam jar with water. I was stopped 3 times, each time people asked "hey, what's in the jar?". I respond "Water. Would you like some?" To which they respond "No thx". Then we stand silently, until I saw "well, better get this jar of water back to my room." This isn't really different from how I normally conduct conversations, but doing this in rapid succession made it apparent to me that I just have a knack for stirring up awkward conversation. That, or I'm just an ass trying to end this conversation quickly so I can get back to my room. Regardless, the end result is the same - some crazy Asian guy is filling up jars of water, probably mailing it back to his home.

I'm good for it

So a while ago I lost my iPod. Last weeks ago I lost my friend's (or more accurately, person who lives in the room next to me) iPod. This week I told her that I lost said iPod, telling her I lost it this weekend. It's funny that my parents told me "You have to pay her back, BUT DON'T TELL HER YOU LOST IT LAST WEEK, TELL HER THIS WEEK." A good lesson - glorify your fuckery. If I'm going down, it's going to be in the most spectacular manner, or so people will believe. Anyways, I told them this, to which she told me her brother will convey the price of the iPod to me. I gave them (her and her roommate) some fried rice (which I just happened to have in my stash of stuff I brought from home) out of goodwill, then I left. That is how you show Asians RESPECT.

So after I leave, her roommate comes in here and was like "omg, you made her cry. her brother bought her that iPod, etc." Of course, I figured she was lying (poker instincts kick in), but I went over there to check it out. So once I walk in there, there was silence, then some sad music started playing in the background. WTF? To which afterwards, the girl broke out into laughter. Nice try guys. I'll pay you back soon, just keep cool. Gotta get me an iPod/Zune right afterwards.

Green Tea

I slept under 6 hours yesterday, so I needed a little caffeine to get me going for my 5 hours of lectures and tutorials today. I figured, hey, let's try some green tea, that's got caffeine, AND it's good for you! To pay for my good health, I fell asleep in 2 of my lectures today. I'd rather be an awake fatty than a sedated 120 year-old eating carrot sticks.

Poutine > Chicken Fingers

Today I went to the Spoke for lunch. I figured I'd get some poutine before my next class. So I ordered the poutine and ended up waiting in line for a good 4-ish minutes. They were still frying up the fries, so other people got their orders before I did. I got a little antsy waiting. Soon after, they had finished preparing chicken fingers and fries on a plate. They must've figured it was my order, as did the people in line as they gestured for me to get it. I was thinking "well, this is probably heathier than poutine, and it apparently costs more. And fuck you guys for making me wait," so I took the chicken figures - a decision I immediately regretted. The chicken was so dry and I was so thirsty. The chicken was also pretty hard and crunchy on the outside. I'm pretty sure that son of a bitch'en cut my mouth. Why did I turn my back on the poutine?

Moral of this story: don't turn back on you're trusted friend for chicken.

Emo in My Lungs

I came up with this phrase with my friend. Feel free to use it. Also, this may turn into a blog.