66 bottles of beer on the wall under the sink, 66 bottles of beer!
Underneath our sink, something had been building upover the course of the year, growing larger and larger - we had to do something. Our suitemate Danielle's collection of beer had been slowly building up ever since whenever the heck the last time she took the time to take care of it herself (I'm not sure that's ever happened actually). Molson, Budweiser, Labatt, MGD - we had it all. Raymond and I had been wondering for a while whether we should get rid of them oursleves; the deciding factor in the end was that we were really getting poor. I mean, who can really pass up a $0.10/bottle trade when a) we are under such economic stress b) the bottles aren't even ours! After much delay and many attempts to break away from ICQ conversations, we embarked upon our little adventure.

We quickly realised, as we were waiting for the elevator, that carrying 66 bottles of beer is no easy task. With the general opinion of "BOTTLES ARE STUPID! I HATE CARRYING FREAKING BOTTLES!!! DIE BOTTLES DIE! (YEARGGHGHHHH)" being formed, we strengthed our will and continued. Unfortunately, our musclar strength was not on par with that of our determination - our arms were really begining to hurt by the time we made it to the front of our building but knowing that we had to do this, we decided to take a break every block to make it bearable. And so our journey commenced... (each point represents a break we took)

[EAST]
RJ (Every journey has its first step...)
--> Bay St.(Green light = short short break)
--> Yonge St. ("We'll switch later, okay Font?" "uhh... sure...")

[SOUTH]
--> St Mary St. ("Hey *grunt* how many bottles are you carrying anyway Font?")
--> Irwin Ave. ("Stop making racist comments Ray!" "What? It's true! Freakin' white people always boozing it up!")
--> St Joseph St. ("Maybe we could give these bottles to that homeless person Ray..." "Yeah right and CRAP!!!" "What?" "Well, 65 bottles now." "You idiot.")
--> Wellesley St. ("Are you sure its this way Font?" "Yes?")
--> LCBO ("I'm sorry, but we do not accept bottles for refund. You'll have to take them to The Beer Store." "I see. Where's the closest one?" "Oh, it's not too far. It's just another block east." *groans*)

[EAST]
--> Switch of bottles ("Your load was so light Font! Freakin'!!!! I could carry this all day, damn you.")
--> Halfway to Church St. ("AHHH... Ray I feel like I'm going to die." "So how do you like it, eh?")
--> Church St. ("I don't see any Beer Stores, Ray." "If that guy told us the wrong information I'll give HIM what's for!!! With beer bottles!!!")

[NORTH]
--> Break while I was looking for the store ("Hey I think I see it Ray." "Good. How much are we getting again for these bottles? $6.60?" "No, you broke a bottle remember" "Yeah...")
--> The Beer Store ("You got the money Font?" "Yup, six fifty. Ohh bay-bee! Ohhhhh bay-bee!!" "Stop that.")

(On the way to the Eaton Centre)
F: I can't feel my shoulders.
R: You know it wasn't that bad Font. We basically made minimum wage in 30 minutes.
F: You know those also weren't our bottles.
R: Ah true, but its our money now.
F: *sighs* What has university turned us into...
R: Thieves?
F: *stops and gives a look* *continues walking* I can't feel my shoulders.

So we took our hard earned money and spent it at the Eaton Centre (another healthy walk albeit without the fun of beer bottles) buying two 1L bottles of Life-brand carbonated flavoured water and two apple pies from McDonalds. All that for a little measly back-breaking, painful manual labour; we cleared the under-sink space too! And people say we don't do any work around here...

1 down, 4 left - w00t!
The psychology textbook will never have to be opened again. It has finally seen its last days of infringing in my time. Farewell Psychology 100. You came, you saw, and you probably even conquered, but who is the greater man for it now?!? Probably you. *sigh* Dammit Professor Wall you win again, but at least this was the final time. Now to start the day of COWBOY BEBOP! Come one, come all. Non-stop showing of all 26 episodes starting after the Leafs game tonight. Popcorn included. =)

(read the angry man's blog for his rage-filled take on this day of reckoning)

The Egg and I
Last night, my suitemate Courtney was bored. Naturally despite me having to do studying for evil murderous vile Psychology, I went against my better judgement and allowed myself to be dragged out into the streets of Toronto. Now, it would have been nice if we had a purpose but no, Courtney a.k.a. the "Boulder" obviously had no inkling as to what we were trying to accomplish by running around. After much complaining on my part, we decided to go into Shoppers and just see what would be interesting to do. Courtney spotted an easter-egg making kit and the rest, as they say, was history.

Well at least its history if you come into the living room of RJ420 and notice the multi-coloured eggs sitting on our window sill. I don't know what made me agree with her on buying the barnyard animal themed kit because I think it looks ridiculous now. How are coloured eggs (rainbow coloured in some instances) with pieces of paper struck to them supposed to look good anyway? On a side note, to clear any innuendos that might have been suggested in the comments of any previous posts, these were the "fine" eggs I were refering to (so stop harassing me Court!).

Yes, nasty business it was; I managed to clear myself of any painting duties (leaving it to the girls of the suite excluding Rayray) However, I was stuck doing the majority of the egg-blowing (you know, when you have to poke 2 opposite holes in the egg and blow out the inside). I suppose that's fair enough considering that I did end up eating the many omlettes that followed (except for those that I cooked as a late-night supper for other *cough*Lawrence*cough* people). I didn't get the mushrooms in time for them though. =/ I suppose cheddar, onion, and peppers did do the trick.

Anyhow if you see Courtney, be sure to compliment her on her nice eggs. And stop by for some late-night food; RH420's late-night diner is open from now until the end of this semester. *grin* Back to PSY study I suppose for now... so much to know. So little that I know. Crap.

Crazy Late Night Antics IV

Time: 2:17 a.m.
Place: RJ420

R: Time to throw some clothes on!
F: *turns over to look, a little afraid to find a naked Raymond*
R: *picks up a huge pile of laundry and throws it on himself*
F: You're crazy.
R: Hmm... *starts hitting the wall with his palm really hard*
F: Wha...?
R: *stops* Ah, I think I heard something crack.
F: I wish I had a camera.
R: *rubs his hand* I love exam period.
F: *pauses* Yeah.

I really do love exam period. Nothing makes any sense, esp. around here. Raymond really has to stop beating people up... Then again, when you consider the stupidity of these people that meet his fist...

F: *starts typing things*
Lawrence: *reading over my shoulder as I type* You're going to post this on your blop?
R: Did just say blop? Your face is a blop!
F:*chuckles*
Law: What? No it's blob isn't it? B-L-O-B.
R: BLOB?!? *falls off chair laughing*
F: *snickers* So stupid...
Law: You guys are idiots.

Class in, Class out
Yay, finally all done! No more classes! Well actually I was finished on Wednesday but classes officially ended at U of T yesterday (Friday). A great feeling to be free... at least until exams find me and devour me.