Fatigued

I’ve been kind of avoiding a friend of mine for some time since we had a difference of opinions. I’m in no mood to continue the argument simply because it’s pointless and it’s in the past. However, my friend wants to bring it up every time we talk so I’m just going to be the bigger person and go ‘yada yada yada’ whenever the topic arises. It’s kind of interesting trying to find ways to hide the fact that I’m endeavouring to avoid conversations with my friend by giving off the illusion that I’ve been making several failed attempts to start conversations. It’s worked so far, I think. Haven’t been able to talk to my friend to figure out whether or not it did.

I’ve been in study-mode for the past couple of days. I started off the week in bum-mode so I decided that I’ll get as much work done in one day so I can go back to bum-mode once I was done. Quick switch of gears and I ended up working all day for two days. Now I’m back to semi-bum mode but once I get back to work, I’ll probably step up the pace again.

The downside of spending all this time studying was that I’ve only been spending around an hour a day with my friends. To some, that’ll seem like a good thing but it gets kind of depressing. However, as long as I can keep working ahead, I think it’s the best thing to do. I’m sure I’ll have plenty of time to spend with them in around… … 4 months. It’ll be reading week then, so I should be able to find time to mess around like the days of yesteryear. Ah! I just might be able to squeeze in a day or two in late November.

I’m kind of enjoying working now but there’s only how much I can do in a day before I feel drained. I want to follow my dad’s advice and do all my work during the day and find time to spend with my friends at night. Yet, in engineering, there’s always work that can be done. I need to figure out where to stop or whether I should even stop.

I haven’t been able to go to the gym in so long. I feel like I’m just wasting away. I haven’t been able to work on my website either. It needs a facelift!

Sigh, so much to do and so little time. I need a break. I only had one month to enjoy myself during the summer. I’m not going to crack and start falling behind on work but I’m just getting tired of only working. Even my weekends are being spent working. This coming weekend is not going to be any exception.

Time to get back to work.

Rusty

Haha, I’ve finally started to admit that my mum just might be right… You can’t find both beauty and brains in girls. It’s either or. There’s no and. Boo! Now I’m going to get dozens of e-mails from people arguing against that.

I may be being a bit unfair since I’m making a lot of assumptions.

General note: I’ve seemed to have forgotten how to talk to girls. My conversations with them just seem to die at every opportunity. Bah! It’s not my fault! It’s them! Weirdoes!

Small Talk

I realized I’m not very photogenic. I went over a few photos that were recently taken of me and couldn’t help laughing. I had the same smile plastered on my face in almost all of the pictures. However, I think some of them did come out quite well.

I’ve noticed a change in a friend of mine. Since we talked a couple of days ago, my friend’s become a lot more social and spends a lot more time with other people. I was quite surprised when I noticed the change but in my opinion, it’s definitely for the better. Ironic, seeing how that I (an antisocial) somehow affected someone else to become more outgoing. I guess my friend finally realized something that “Banana Man” recently mentioned in one of his blogs. “The distinction between living and surviving.”

I’ve been bogged down with a lot of work recently. Assignments keep getting handed out at the most inopportune times… Midterm week! I’ve got midterms and now I’ve got assignments to deal with. I spent most of my last weekend working whenever I had the chance and now I’ll have to spend this weekend working too. However, if I stick to my schedule, I should have Saturday and Sunday free to study for the midterms only meaning a lighter workload.

My floor got a table tennis table a couple of days ago. I’m doomed to fail now. Now I expect a few e-mails from concerned readers telling me to stay away from playing it. I’ve played a few games but can’t see myself enjoying it until we get better rackets.

It’s a really nice day outside. There’s just something about dark cloudy skies that makes me feel happy. Any day with such weather automatically becomes a good day.

Fight!

To provide an update on the fights, I had another one with “Fartsie” a couple of nights ago. This time, I was the attacker. After a few minutes of scuffle, I got him in a headlock again and kept telling him, “Give up now or give up later!” I think he was close to giving up before he suddenly burst around and got a headlock on me too. So we’re both in headlocks and trying to break free. He finally let his grip slacken and tried standing up instead. Once we were both standing, I shifted my grip to a front headlock. Seizing his opportunity, he tried to ram me backwards into the armoire. When we hit, the spectators, namely “Artsie” and “Sour Man” began ooh-ing and aah-ing. Apparently, the impact seemed to be a lot worse than it really was. However, “Fartsie’s” grip suddenly went loose and I thought he had smacked his head hard on the armoire door. So I let go too and the two of us stagger apart. After a second to make sure neither was hurt, we look at the armoire. The doors had been bent inwards. It was a pretty funny sight. I asked “Fartsie” if he had hit his head but he said no. Turned out, he later felt a bump coming out on his head. I, for my part, had deep scratches on my forearm and forehead where his watch had cut me. It took a while for the armoire to be repaired. I call that fight a draw since we both let go after we thought the other was hurt. So… I’m still leading 2 – 0. Bwahahaha!

Ego

Woo-hoo! I finally got a cell phone! Still think I didn’t need it. So to all the people who might possibly call me – prove me wrong!

Ego is a man’s best friend until he’s rejected by a girl. Then, Ego leaves.

Internal Timing

It’s almost uncanny that I check my watch approximately half an hour after the lecture begins (give or take 2 minutes). Every time I feel the lecture’s beginning to drag and I check my watch, it shows the time as forty minutes past the hour. Awesome, na?

Pranks!

What a great week! I’ve been reliving my prankster days of old by getting namely two victims. “Fartsie” (previously known as “The Lone Ranger”) and “Zub” who is “Fartsie’s” roommate and high school buddy.

First, let me introduce several new characters. We’ve got “Newbie” who is my roommate this year, “Zub” who I’ve introduced, “Sour Man” who is another one of “Fartsie’s” high school friends. That takes the number of pseudonyms up to 15. We’ve got:

01. Banana Man
02. The Cheshire Cat
03. Hyper Dude
04. Artsie
05. Fartsie
06. Zub
07. Sour Man
08. Jackass
09. Newbie
10. Midas
11. Froggie
12. Powerpuff
13. Puff
14. Sabbi
15. Sis

I got on “Zub’s” case when he told us all about how he got a message from someone on DC++ calling himself “Mr. Potato Head” asking him to join Positive Space. At the time, “Sour Man” was on “Zub’s” computer and he replied “Yes”. That’s where I picked up the idea for a joke. I grabbed a few positive space stickers from the U of T registrar and when I got home, I put one on “Zub’s” door. He saw it and thought someone was stalking him. When we went down for dinner, I took the sticker and put it on his door again with the words “Become one of us”. After dinner, he came back and saw it. He got pretty worried and even checked everyone’s writing. For some weird reason, he didn’t see the similarities between the writing on his door and my writing. The next day when I got back, I went to his door and put up the second sticker. I put up the words, “Don’t take this off. Be proud of who you are.” When he got back, I was in “Artsie’s” room which was next door. He saw the sticker and almost went berserk.

Basically, it started with me just sneaking up from behind either of the two and screaming wildly. Both of them tend to start or even utter something. It’s more fun with “Fartsie” not only because he gets scared but because he gets angry as well. Over the past week, I think I’ve scared both of them at least a dozen times. Some of them were classical moments. One of the times, “Fartsie” got so angry that he kicked his table sending bottles flying all over the place.

The pranks stepped up a notch when he decided to try getting back at me. We were all having supper meaning the top 9 people including “Midas’” roommate. It was breaking down into a semi-food fight between “Midas” and “Hyper Dude”. The two of them were throwing tissues and whatnots at each other. In the middle, I get hit on the head. I look up and surprise… it was “Fartsie”. I told him right there that he was dead. After a while, I get up and go towards the dessert area. I didn’t plan on getting anything. To get out of our seating area, I had to pass right behind “Fartsie”. I decided that the best way to get him would be to slap him hard on his chest. He’s been a bit tender there for the past few days since he had worked out. So when I came back empty-handed, I walked up behind him, poked him hard in the ribs and when he straightened up, I slapped him on the chest. It was too good! Better than I had planned! I got him realllllly well there! Later, I was talking to “Banana Man” when I get bonked on the head with another crumpled up piece of paper. It was time to start scheming against “Fartsie” again. So, everyone was talking and waiting for “Zub” to finish when I walked away. I then came back after a minute from behind “Fartsie”, ran quickly up to him and BAM! A huge slap on his back! He almost seemed to have gone into shock! It was hilarious! That taught him not to mess with me… bwahahahaha!

Today, at breakfast, I took my water gun down with me. I squirted “Newbie” and “Hyper Dude” without them suspecting me. After I squirted “Newbie” again, he made me get up and checked where I was sitting but even then he couldn’t find the gun. He knew he had seen the gun but had no idea where I had hid it! That wasn’t the really funny part. After breakfast, it was “Artsie”, “Fartsie”, “Hyper Dude” and I in “Artsie’s” room. I stood right behind “Fartsie” and squirted him in the rear with water. He slowly starts approaching towards a corner of the room where I was trapped. We were talking about how I got “Newbie” at breakfast as he still approached. When he finally started fighting with me, he kept trying to lift me up but I would push away his hands. Suddenly, he lunged for me and almost on instinct, I spun around him and slapped on a headlock. Bear in mind, he’s a big guy and he would have no trouble lifting up a scrawny guy like me. After a few futile attempts to throw me on a bed hence breaking my grip, he fell down with me. Keeping my grip on him, I used that infamous line from Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves. “Do you yield? Do you yield?” Haha! After a minute, he actually gave up! It was impressive! Jackass just handed “Fartsie” his arse on a platter! Woo-hoo! (I bet there’ll be repercussions for me saying that)

That wasn’t the end of it. After a while, I found myself in “Artisie’s” room again and when I was leaving, I decided to get “Fartsie” one last time for a while. So I walked in to “Fartsie’s” room and spotted him with his back towards me. I took out my gun and continuously squirted him with water. After a few seconds, where he seemed numb with disbelief that I would get him again, he started lumbering towards me pushing “Sour Man” out of his way. I ran towards the fire escape with him chasing me. I was laughing so hard that I couldn’t believe that I managed to outrun him. I ran up a flight and he chased me. When he realized he couldn’t catch me, he ran back down to our floor and ran towards the other stairwell where he thought I would come back down. He’s so heavy; I could hear him running below me. I just stopped and ducked into someone’s room. After placing a call to “Newbie” to keep the door to our room open and keeping an eye out for “Fartsie”, I stayed in my friend’s room for a while and then came back down. Victory! “Fartsie”, you’ve just been JACK-ED!

P.S. I know how that sounds!