There was a time where we had many dishes,
Plates and bowls to hold fries and fish sticks.
But where I live is dirty then some,
So something so drastic had to be done.
Too many soiled dishes were found all around,
On tables, on couches, the sink and the ground.
Our RA had had it, his verdict was drastic,
And he took away most of our china and plastic.
"One mug, one cup, one bowl and one plate,"
My RA announced as he uncovered our fate.
So now I have my very own dishes,
But this was not part of my dreams and my wishes.
A revolt then happened in Dorm 14,
Something not expected, predicted, foreseen!
7 dishes did break in thirty hours,
Including a plate with green boarders and flowers.
So what is to happen to our fine dorm?
Shall hamburgers and hotdogs become now the norm?
NO, I proclaim, and I'll say it again,
NO to the finger food that causes gut pain.
But don't weep for me, oh fair people who mourn,
For my bowl and cup and my plate keep me warm.
Instead cry for Jesse, Oh people do bawl.
For poor Jesse Dostal has no dishes at all!
Oh Jesse's dishes, they did not break,
But instead they were hidden by my roommate Jake.
Friday, October 28, 2005
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
The Youge
New word in my vocabulary: "Youge". Very helpful term that I've been using for a while, but just recently recreated the spelling of. Twas formally spelt something like "usue" or something to that effect. But now, the youge is now clarified and ready to cause havoc. Similar to "werd" but different uses.
Werd (adv) (wûrd):
1)To identify to someone that one has recognized them, a greeting.
"He saw him enter the room and nodded his head towards him and proclaimed 'werd.'"
2)To show an understanding or to substitute for 'yes'
"'Thomas, could you move that box over here?' Thomas replied, 'Werd'"
Youge (adv, n) (yoo-je) ("je" as in french for "I")
1)To describe to someone of a habitual interaction with ones environment
a) Little or no change in ones daily routine
"In the past week, I have been up to the youge."
b) To be stuck in a rut that is comfortable
"Seth, I've been worried about how much you have been playing Zelda. It seems to have become the youge for you."
I have not had a youge for the past week. It has fluctuated. On Saturday, I reffed 10 volleyball matches for club sports and pocketed a fair amount of money. Never thought I would have a part time job reffing volleyball in another province. Wacko.
Wacko (adj) (waak-o)
1) Something that is out of line. In essence, not the youge.
After the weekend I spent most of my Sunday at Brian’s eating soup and doing calculus homework. Yesterday I had a volleyball game against the 2nd rank team in the OCAA (Ontario College Athletic Association) and we won in five games after having a rocky start and going down two games to none. I packed a guy in the face. It was a nice dig on his part, but I would have rather had a kill. It was our first win, and a big one for morale. In two weeks I have a paper due for history, and it's freaking me out for no apparent reason, but mostly because I've procrastinated thus far. I also received a nice care package from the folks. The slippers are fantastic.
If any of you have other words that are in your vocabulary that are worth sharing, please do so.
Werd (adv) (wûrd):
1)To identify to someone that one has recognized them, a greeting.
"He saw him enter the room and nodded his head towards him and proclaimed 'werd.'"
2)To show an understanding or to substitute for 'yes'
"'Thomas, could you move that box over here?' Thomas replied, 'Werd'"
Youge (adv, n) (yoo-je) ("je" as in french for "I")
1)To describe to someone of a habitual interaction with ones environment
a) Little or no change in ones daily routine
"In the past week, I have been up to the youge."
b) To be stuck in a rut that is comfortable
"Seth, I've been worried about how much you have been playing Zelda. It seems to have become the youge for you."
I have not had a youge for the past week. It has fluctuated. On Saturday, I reffed 10 volleyball matches for club sports and pocketed a fair amount of money. Never thought I would have a part time job reffing volleyball in another province. Wacko.
Wacko (adj) (waak-o)
1) Something that is out of line. In essence, not the youge.
After the weekend I spent most of my Sunday at Brian’s eating soup and doing calculus homework. Yesterday I had a volleyball game against the 2nd rank team in the OCAA (Ontario College Athletic Association) and we won in five games after having a rocky start and going down two games to none. I packed a guy in the face. It was a nice dig on his part, but I would have rather had a kill. It was our first win, and a big one for morale. In two weeks I have a paper due for history, and it's freaking me out for no apparent reason, but mostly because I've procrastinated thus far. I also received a nice care package from the folks. The slippers are fantastic.
If any of you have other words that are in your vocabulary that are worth sharing, please do so.
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
Yerrrrgan
Life is good, and I'm doing quite well. I'm relaxed, maybe too much so, but other than that super.
I play squash with my brother Brian. This is nice because I get some good physical exercise, along with spending time with my brother. Win win situation. He beats me 9-0, 9-1 most of the time, but I'm sure within a month it'll be 9-3 or 9-4. You watch, it'll happen.
School is going well. I'm not sure if I should be stressing out or if the way I'm feeling right now is how most first years feel. I have a fair amount of free time. I check my syllabus' regular to see if I'm missing something by chance. Other than two papers due in November, everything is clear sailing.
My dorm has duck hunt. This is fun, retro and challenging. I enjoy it. On top of my dorm having an old Nintendo system, we also have a 64, and a PS2. Zelda is good, and I enjoy it. We also started a dynasty in NHL '06 with all our dormies and friends as players. We are the Cottbus Cloets (it's in Germany) and we are doing alright, but most of us suck.
I lost my volleyball shoes. This didn't add to the goodness of my week, but it's not that terrible. I'm sure they'll turn up somewhere. That would be nice.
I want a pet penguin...or Terry Chucklesworth
Ok, bye.
I play squash with my brother Brian. This is nice because I get some good physical exercise, along with spending time with my brother. Win win situation. He beats me 9-0, 9-1 most of the time, but I'm sure within a month it'll be 9-3 or 9-4. You watch, it'll happen.
School is going well. I'm not sure if I should be stressing out or if the way I'm feeling right now is how most first years feel. I have a fair amount of free time. I check my syllabus' regular to see if I'm missing something by chance. Other than two papers due in November, everything is clear sailing.
My dorm has duck hunt. This is fun, retro and challenging. I enjoy it. On top of my dorm having an old Nintendo system, we also have a 64, and a PS2. Zelda is good, and I enjoy it. We also started a dynasty in NHL '06 with all our dormies and friends as players. We are the Cottbus Cloets (it's in Germany) and we are doing alright, but most of us suck.
I lost my volleyball shoes. This didn't add to the goodness of my week, but it's not that terrible. I'm sure they'll turn up somewhere. That would be nice.
I want a pet penguin...or Terry Chucklesworth
Ok, bye.
Saturday, October 15, 2005
L.a.W
I should have done this earlier, but just to let everyone know that Love and Wolves is playing tonight at the Croation Cultural Centre. Check out Love and Wolves for more info. If you are in BC and read this before they play tonight, GOOOOO.
P.S. Squash is good.
P.S. Squash is good.
Thursday, October 13, 2005
Yearbooks, Castles and Turkey
Persist through this post, I hope it's worth your time.
Oh man, it's been a while. If you were to ask me how I would feel 8 weeks ago I would have said, "What are you talking about 8 weeks from now? I only have a week left of work. 48 hours from now I'll be done." Sigh, so short sighted. Looking ahead is good, but I should have also enjoyed the present and now the past.
I spent Thanksgiving at the Vandorp's (Brother Brian's friend's parent house) and relaxed for the weekend. The house is amazing, and to fit it's superb-ness, it even has a name : Glenmount. It's an older house, composed of brick (like everything else in Ontario) and is three stories large. The floors are mostly hardwood, scattered with soft comfortable rugs from distant countries and ageless times. The couches are comfortable and warm, and where a spent time napping. There are many bookshelves spread throughout the three stories, all packed full of books ranging from "A History of Russia" to "The Encyclopedia of the Jewish Faith." Yes, some of the books were leather-bound, and at times I thought the house smelled of rich mahogany. The company was great; a party of other out of province students and the Vandorp family. Mr. and Mrs. Vandorp welcomed us with open arms and treated us like family. They cooked amazing food for us and provided us with laughter and conversation. The showers and dinners had were long and hot. It was a sad thing to go, and I wish I could have stayed longer. When I returned to my dorm I longed for a safe place where I could crash without being disturbed: Home.
The longing for home subsided until tonight, when I looked at Adrienne's yearbook. Now, don't get me wrong, this longing for home is not a bad thing at all. In fact, I'm sure it keeps me sharper. Without a soft warm reminder of the people I've left in BC, I would forget them, and I wouldn't want that for a second. The pictures brought back many good memories, and I think I broke down when I saw a picture of Drew and I blocking in volleyball with the subtitle "Good teamwork." High school was a grand time that I shall never forget, and the friendships I made I'm sure will not disintegrate like the alien skin in Roswell, or the potassium metal in water. I overheard my roomie Jake saying to a friend "High school was a bad time, do you remember those people who said 'best friends forever?' Where are they now?" I'm sure that won't be the case. God is faithful, and that was evident by this past weekend by me having a place to call home for thanksgiving, and even more evident by relecting on my years and friendships in high school. It seems to be a trend, so I'm looking forward to the future.
'I'll be gone 'till November' - Wyclef Jean
(November + 1 = see you soon.)
Oh man, it's been a while. If you were to ask me how I would feel 8 weeks ago I would have said, "What are you talking about 8 weeks from now? I only have a week left of work. 48 hours from now I'll be done." Sigh, so short sighted. Looking ahead is good, but I should have also enjoyed the present and now the past.
I spent Thanksgiving at the Vandorp's (Brother Brian's friend's parent house) and relaxed for the weekend. The house is amazing, and to fit it's superb-ness, it even has a name : Glenmount. It's an older house, composed of brick (like everything else in Ontario) and is three stories large. The floors are mostly hardwood, scattered with soft comfortable rugs from distant countries and ageless times. The couches are comfortable and warm, and where a spent time napping. There are many bookshelves spread throughout the three stories, all packed full of books ranging from "A History of Russia" to "The Encyclopedia of the Jewish Faith." Yes, some of the books were leather-bound, and at times I thought the house smelled of rich mahogany. The company was great; a party of other out of province students and the Vandorp family. Mr. and Mrs. Vandorp welcomed us with open arms and treated us like family. They cooked amazing food for us and provided us with laughter and conversation. The showers and dinners had were long and hot. It was a sad thing to go, and I wish I could have stayed longer. When I returned to my dorm I longed for a safe place where I could crash without being disturbed: Home.
The longing for home subsided until tonight, when I looked at Adrienne's yearbook. Now, don't get me wrong, this longing for home is not a bad thing at all. In fact, I'm sure it keeps me sharper. Without a soft warm reminder of the people I've left in BC, I would forget them, and I wouldn't want that for a second. The pictures brought back many good memories, and I think I broke down when I saw a picture of Drew and I blocking in volleyball with the subtitle "Good teamwork." High school was a grand time that I shall never forget, and the friendships I made I'm sure will not disintegrate like the alien skin in Roswell, or the potassium metal in water. I overheard my roomie Jake saying to a friend "High school was a bad time, do you remember those people who said 'best friends forever?' Where are they now?" I'm sure that won't be the case. God is faithful, and that was evident by this past weekend by me having a place to call home for thanksgiving, and even more evident by relecting on my years and friendships in high school. It seems to be a trend, so I'm looking forward to the future.
'I'll be gone 'till November' - Wyclef Jean
(November + 1 = see you soon.)
Monday, October 03, 2005
Lettuce, Cream, and Mitochondria
I feel like I've been lazy on the blogs, which then accounts for me being busy somewhere else. So, if there is a drought of blogs on my part, know that I'm busy. Werd. Anywho, speaking of busy, this weekend was retarded.
On Friday night I went out for dinner at one of Brian and Laura's favorite Mexican restaurants with Josh Ng and Dave Dekleer. Good times. The chicken chimichanga's (or however you spell them) were the highlight of my combo platter. Then I went home and was in bed by 1 for my big day which was to be.
I woke up at 7:30 in the morning with that "weekend tournament feeling." I was almost half expecting to walk over to Dan's house to wait for the McKay's to pick us up, but, it was not so. I was on the other side of things this time, running the tourny rather than playing. That morning I realized how much I missed high school sports and the friends I have that made up the team last year. Anywho, because I was one of two carded refs at the tournament, I was there for just under 14 hours. I think I was paid $40... such is life. I think I got paid for reffing the final game too, so maybe 50-55 then. Needless to say, it was a long day with volleyball which would never reach the "Elgin Park vs. Semi" or the "FVC vs. MEI" rivalries.
Flashback: Do you remember that fateful night, where, in the Fraser Valley Finals the glorious Falcons defeated the MEI Eagles? Oh, the glory. Those times, ladies and gentlemen, are the time that you'll cherish. Not because of the points or the final score, but rather for the festivities after. Glory.
Sunday was good. Church was good, including Josh Ng's picture of pirates and a jester saying "poo." Soup at Brian's (cauliflower and apple, butternut squash and chipotle peppers, and dirty German onion soup) then it was off back to the dorm to finish the first season of the Roswell series. This week is midterms. I'll keep you posted.
On Friday night I went out for dinner at one of Brian and Laura's favorite Mexican restaurants with Josh Ng and Dave Dekleer. Good times. The chicken chimichanga's (or however you spell them) were the highlight of my combo platter. Then I went home and was in bed by 1 for my big day which was to be.
I woke up at 7:30 in the morning with that "weekend tournament feeling." I was almost half expecting to walk over to Dan's house to wait for the McKay's to pick us up, but, it was not so. I was on the other side of things this time, running the tourny rather than playing. That morning I realized how much I missed high school sports and the friends I have that made up the team last year. Anywho, because I was one of two carded refs at the tournament, I was there for just under 14 hours. I think I was paid $40... such is life. I think I got paid for reffing the final game too, so maybe 50-55 then. Needless to say, it was a long day with volleyball which would never reach the "Elgin Park vs. Semi" or the "FVC vs. MEI" rivalries.
Flashback: Do you remember that fateful night, where, in the Fraser Valley Finals the glorious Falcons defeated the MEI Eagles? Oh, the glory. Those times, ladies and gentlemen, are the time that you'll cherish. Not because of the points or the final score, but rather for the festivities after. Glory.
Sunday was good. Church was good, including Josh Ng's picture of pirates and a jester saying "poo." Soup at Brian's (cauliflower and apple, butternut squash and chipotle peppers, and dirty German onion soup) then it was off back to the dorm to finish the first season of the Roswell series. This week is midterms. I'll keep you posted.
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