David........................Sucks

Tricka bicka licka shooba dooba wabba wabba. Take that, rinse, repeat and play to a funky beat, broseph.

I've been playing a lot of basketball lately to keep in shape. Back in the day I thought Chapman was just trying to make me feel good saying that I was the biggest talent to ever come out of FVC, but now I'm starting to believe him. I shoot around with Ryan on occasion and I think I'm like a fine wine; I just get better with age. Leave me on the shelf for a couple years, pop the cork and unleash a world of dunks and triple doubles, fade away shots over short girls and mad handles that would make Martha Stewart whisking a tasty cake batter look like a moron. In all serious, I've missed it quite a bit and now that I'm in the gym I wish I could relive the glory days of the Bron, Herman, and on occasion, if he hadn't heroically jumped off a 50 foot cliff to save a chick that flew of it's nest and was facing sure death, Waggo. Dag guys, we were good.

I have a roommie now who is the person of Jared Dalton. He lived with Ryan and Big Tim (Adam sucks) last year, and is quality. Highlights include his ownership/rental(?) of the DVD seasons of Boy Meets World. Man, Tapanga was such a babe. I'm also getting addicted to Super Smash Bros. for the 64. It is intense, and as Ryan stated before, the trash talk might actaully be getting out of hand.

Other things to note? I don't know, lay off me. Peace.

Gettin' Jiggy Wit It

With the inspiring poetry of Will Smith,

"Bring it. Woo Uh, uh, uh, uh. Ha ha, ha ha. What, what, what, what. Uh. On your mark, ready set let's go. Dance floor pro, I know you know I go psycho when my new joint hit. Just can't sit, Gotta get jiggy wit it, Ooh that's it!"

Wow, what a great song. Seriously, I don't think there's another song that has such a danceable intro. So this past weekend we had a little bit of a shin dig. Let me break it down slow for you, possibly as slow as a transfer of genetic information between two E. coli bacterium of strain F+ and F-. Ryan G. (not big Tim, Adam) and I missed the "Decade Dance", one of 'Deems events for first years where you can get jiggy with it as long as there's no disco dancing. We then sobbed and even mourned a little about the fact that we didn't break it down. We then had an idea, nay, a revelation. Our thoughts melded into one, creating a legendary thought to have a dance on our porch. But alas! there was little room on our porch. A shortsighted squire I was, for I had neglected the fact that I live in D34, the most prime spot of all campus to hold an event. Off the front of our porch there grows two majestic trees, remnants of a once enchanted glade perceivable only in the minds of children and in the hearts of RPG gamers. These glorious trees were perpendicular and parallel to each other and our porch, making the perfect boxed shape. Oh, but people, it was more than that! There was one lone tree even further yet that could be utilized. Yes, it is true that the splendor of this tree was not as the others, most likely because of an ancient hex put on it by a powerful magical being, or possibly a stray shovel into its roots by an inexperienced landscaper. But alas, this tree would serve a purpose. It would make a triangle with the other trees, and thus making our dance floor a pentagon of sorts.

And oh, my people, the decorations! A line of rope was strapped sturdily to the porch, and wrapped around said trees to make a clothesline of sorts, and from that line hung clothes that were fit to hold garbage. Silver starts shot from the trees branches, and icicle lights gleamed as they dangled in the air. And big Tim (there you are Adam) came and offered us an audio splitter. This lead to two computer speaker sets, totaling six speakers and two subs, to be linked into mine own computer. The speakers were strung up outside to the dance floor and to the gutter overlooking the dance floor. And, as the last pieces fell into place, a magnificent playlist was made, consisting of epics from the 90's, ranging from Savage Garden to S-Club, to Will Smith and even Michael Jackson's "Free Willie" tune. With all these pieces created, the puzzle was in existence, ready to be put together by people ready and willing to "get down" metaphorically speaking. This event was of course a formal to semi-formal evening. There were door prizes, a Fall Ball King and Queen, and much dancing to be had. Quite possibly the most glorious night thus far at Redeemer, and although we lied about it being the 16th Annual, we have a feeling there will be a 17th next year.

Some Things Just Make Sense

I was browsing through the website for the "Gospel of the Flying Spaghetti Monster" and what they seem to believe. Although most of what they believe I don't agree with, one thing I couldn't help but agree with.

Makes so much sense!

Swipes and Strokes

This past weekend I moved downstairs into a smaller room where I will be residing by myself. As I pondered about my new habitat, I came to an understanding that in reality, all this room would become is a temporary barrier in which I will weave ideas into a high concentration only to unleash the flood of beauty each time I break free of it's walls and enter into the open system which is our world. Actually, I wasn't thinking that at all, but instead was thinking, "Man, this room would look totally bitching if I had a Hillary Duff poster over my bed." The following day I went to Zellar’s and purchased it. Go figure.

As school continues to progress forward like a hummingbird sucking the sweet nectar from a calibrichoa, I realize how good it is to be here. I miss my folks back at home, but they seem to have been pushed into the background while the artist which is my schedule paints business in an array of colours over them leaving them as foggy shapes that must be remembered instead of seen.

I must admit though, the artist is quite talented. Warm yellows of various conversations, rich greens and reds of cuisine, and deep purples of rest are only part of the spectrum that completely fills the canvas of my 24 hour day. And of course the dark streaks and shading of classes and assignments outline everything else, putting the portrait that is me into focus.

I think that being burned out like an unattended pot of spaghetti will be easy this year. I mean, there's just so much going on, so much to do, and yet I'm not worried in the least. All I'm thinking about right now is the 16th Annual La Dormitoire, the new Redeemer semi-formal fall ball that will be on our front porch this Saturday. Dance dance dance.

I'll keep you posted.

Captains Log, Stardate 2789 - 13512

Patrick Stewart is a newb, we all know that. I found it funny though that his voice was a character in the game Oblivion (pretty neat) which made me think he was less of a newb.

I'm trying to figure out what one of my semesters was worst for class time. This year I have the most class I'll likely ever have in my University career, with highlights of having nine hours worth of labs a week. That being said, it is spaced out pretty okay alright.

Dorm life is pretty sweet as well. I feel I'm making a more conscious decision to live healthier, granted it's only been a week. However, if any of these current trends maintain momentum, I hope the one I do keep is cooking tastey meals. I made this this past week, substituting goat cheese with feta and cream cheese. It was relaxing while preparing it, while the satisfaction of eating it was also a highlight.

I'm more social. Go figure. Yes, the Redeemer landscape is no longer new for me, which might account for the increased James activity, but really, I think it just might be Ryan. What a trooper.

Best moved I made thus far: bring 'ye ole guitar' out. Much enjoyment.

It's confirmed, I didn't fall into the pressure of playing volleyball this year. I told coach strait up my intensions, and although I did go to the tryout (just for encouraging reason...?) I will not be seen on any court this year other than intermurals.

Yorble

Newbs and Dunes

Greetings. I remember when the days were long, and the nights where the living room was on the lawn. Alas, the journey continues my second year at 'Deems kicks off. I had a week of the training, and now I'm all ready and set for some sweet school and social loving. Although it appears that I'll be flying solo in my room this year, the other guys should fill in the gap. I'm excited, and yes, mother and father were right in saying that it would be good to be back. Guys, parents are good stuff. Brother Josh and I were discussing a while back that our blogs have got decreasingly funny as the weeks and years pass. Reading old blogs makes me wonder where all the unique humour went to. Probably drowned in the phrases "Je huit les enfant" and others. Or maybe it's just hidden as a seed deep in my soul like a blazing golden hawk. Whatever the case, I'm back in Stinky O and things are well. Peace.