You'd think that because everyone had an exam today, that they'd let me sleep until at least midday. Loudly they woke me up at 7 am and made a ruckus. I just fell back asleep, ignoring Ammi talking to Curler.
A few hours pass... and then BOOM
I am unceremoniously woken up by the vent that connects our four rooms, being banged from S'rah's room. I try to ignore it, I thought that she was packing.
Wrong
Clutch Kick starts putting codes into my bedroom door. He actually gets it right, I'm furious. In the doorway stands Clutch Kick, Dak, Ammi, S'rah and other people, I can't remember them all, I was shocked, furious and bleary eyed. Clutch kick takes a running jump, leaping over my shit on the floor, and lands on me. There is so no chance in hell that I will be able to get back to sleep at this point as I have people milling around my room. I get up slip on a sweater and leave my room. The noise is crazy. Recently, the school has put an mandatory 22 hour Quiet Hours apart from 6 to 8pm. It was 1pm and the floor was shaking, my room shook, honestly. They are taking full advantage of the fact that Our R.A's have left the school property and will not be able to write us up. We aren't even wary of the R.A.D. The things that our section gets away with is crazy.
Everyone was leaving, or planning to leave! Such a sad day, or as Ammi would say "Sad Times", I'm sure that we'll hang out during the break, there are only so many clubs in Calgary, and the people that I hang out with will most likely be there. S'rah and her party fingers... Story for another time... will most likely be there, and I do plan to learn how to Ice Skate... Maybe near Ammi's house.
S'rah just left, actually, she's stopping off at the bookstore because she left all of her books on the counter... Naturally she would, I hope she finds them. Leaving with a backpack and a pickle jar, she turns the corner and is gone until January 9th! (S'rah is the notorious pickle person in this section, she has an addiction to them, She was given those Pickles at our Sections Secret Santa and was told to "Suck on those". The fun never really does stop.)
Ammi and Prairie Boy went up to the Bookstore to print off the approximate costs of their books, Clutch Kick is quiet... too quiet, and those are the only people that I have seen thus far.
Just think, there will be 3 people left on C-Section tonight, inclusive of me... I might get a good nights sleep tonight... What a thought!!
Okay, I'm gonna finish wrapping Christmas Gifts, finish packing, gotta remain optimistic, and will most likely hit the gym after studying... We'll see how today goes.
Until next time,
F.F
Monday, December 20, 2010
Sad Day for C-Section
I mean tomorrow, because it is unlikely that I will be awake for it.
One by one, as the exams end, my friends leave. I am stuck here until the 21st of Decemeber. Trust me to have the most boring class (Geography) and have the last exam on the last day possible... (Looking upward, I ask you; Why me?) You'd think this would be a sad time, and you're right this is. The only reason that I am telling you all this right now, is because the likely hood of me waking up at 9am, is slim to none... actually, it is none. There is no chance in living hell I'll be up to give good luck to my friends for their exam. I'm sure I'll be awake by the time that they are done, because I'll be up at Midday at the rate that I am going.
My friend have exams tomorrow, and yet they are still up at 2 am, chatting and blogging. Urgh, I'ma miss them so much! I probably will not blog over the Christmas break because I'll be at home with another group of friends and will be preoccupied with that. Also, I like to talk about life in University, not really my home life as the two get confused, and compartmentalizing is one thing that I love to do.
When the group returns, January 9th and 10th; rest assured there will be a post about all the great things that would have happened. :)
S'rah is creeping pictures over facebook and talking to someone that knows all of her friends though she only met him the other day. It is a frequent occurrence, she lives in a very small world. No offense S'rah. :)
Ammi is procrastinating studying, and is thinking about getting up in 4 hours to study... crazy. Shaun is looking at me weirdly as I pointed her in the face because I couldn't remember her name for one...brief... minuscule...second. :) She's just reached her first 30 people that she is following on Twitter... she's happy. Curler is actually glancing at her Bio notes every couple seconds, making a concerted effort to understand the impossible. And I, I am going to bed. Dreaming is something that I love doing.
Have a good night!
See you most likely after the break!
F.F
One by one, as the exams end, my friends leave. I am stuck here until the 21st of Decemeber. Trust me to have the most boring class (Geography) and have the last exam on the last day possible... (Looking upward, I ask you; Why me?) You'd think this would be a sad time, and you're right this is. The only reason that I am telling you all this right now, is because the likely hood of me waking up at 9am, is slim to none... actually, it is none. There is no chance in living hell I'll be up to give good luck to my friends for their exam. I'm sure I'll be awake by the time that they are done, because I'll be up at Midday at the rate that I am going.
My friend have exams tomorrow, and yet they are still up at 2 am, chatting and blogging. Urgh, I'ma miss them so much! I probably will not blog over the Christmas break because I'll be at home with another group of friends and will be preoccupied with that. Also, I like to talk about life in University, not really my home life as the two get confused, and compartmentalizing is one thing that I love to do.
When the group returns, January 9th and 10th; rest assured there will be a post about all the great things that would have happened. :)
S'rah is creeping pictures over facebook and talking to someone that knows all of her friends though she only met him the other day. It is a frequent occurrence, she lives in a very small world. No offense S'rah. :)
Ammi is procrastinating studying, and is thinking about getting up in 4 hours to study... crazy. Shaun is looking at me weirdly as I pointed her in the face because I couldn't remember her name for one...brief... minuscule...second. :) She's just reached her first 30 people that she is following on Twitter... she's happy. Curler is actually glancing at her Bio notes every couple seconds, making a concerted effort to understand the impossible. And I, I am going to bed. Dreaming is something that I love doing.
Have a good night!
See you most likely after the break!
F.F
Bitch Please...
Ahhh, there is always one we love to hate; or just hate.
One we will not mention has committed a crime that we all hold her accountable, mostly because she hasn't defended herself, and when she does, there is evidence to the contrary.
I have S'rah, Shaun, Ammi, Curler and a K.B in the room, screaming at Curler to type a message to the bitch that thinks that she is entitled to any guy that looks at her. What if she had something on her face? Like a bruise, from the people that want to hurt her for what she has done to Curler... Then what!
Splitting the whole of C-Sec apart Janiners went out after Curler and it has torn us a part, naturally all this came down on the person that deserved it. Janiners. Months have gone by since all of this has happened, however she still hasn't apologized for her misconduct. C-Section is now at its weakest point as it is exam time and people are willing to forgive her to get her out of their hair so they don't have to deal with her. Knowing her, she takes this as forgiveness, when it is in fact thinly veiled dislike.
Curler had a boyfriend which was ripped from her grasp by Janiners. Rough, right?
We all thought that, everyone did, so from that point on she was ostracized from our group of friends, and naturally she would get looks in the halls. Of disgust.
Now Janiners is talking to Curler on facebook (because she cant face her face-to-face) telling our dearest Curler that she doesnt know what she did wrong. Bitch please, any person with a heart knows that what she did was downright wrong and that she shouldn't have even done it.
The room exploded in a cacophony of sound.
A lot of "Bitch please!", "Bitch sit on my feet." and "You have got to be shitting me" was flying all around the room. I've never seen 5 girls get so riled up in the space of 5 seconds within the same small room. The last person to actually stop shitting bricks and screaming at the computer was K.B. She cant sit still, all she wanted to do was smash Janiners face in. As entertaining as the thought is, K.B is returning to another school next semester and will be unable to complete her last wish. This may perhaps go a little too far, however I feel that no one wants to physically hurt her, more like yell at her and make her feel like a little piece of shit because she hurt one of the nicest people on the floor that she used to be friends with... Curler.
Where Janiners is going with this, seems to be a complete mystery to me. That and everyone else, I am blogging with distractions. People yelling and screaming tends to have that effect on you.
Forewarning to anyone that reads this, telling someone to "get over themselves" is an insanely bad idea and I would recommended not using that one in an argument, for fear of sudden death by glare.
I feel like this story is a little too much to put onto the internet, especially when anyone can just read it.
Throat sore, wielding a laptop Curler returns. After showing everyone in C-Section what a complete bitch Janiners is and how everyone has lost respect for her, (which, any decent person would have by this point) we all calm down from what just happened.
You'd think that we would get back to studying, you know the busy university student that we are... that's not happening tonight, at all. Harry Potter comes in and diffuses the tension in the room.
Everyone is back to blogging... C-Section has returned to its quirky form of normalcy.
Favorite quote from tonight? "Bitch, sit on my feet"
F.F
One we will not mention has committed a crime that we all hold her accountable, mostly because she hasn't defended herself, and when she does, there is evidence to the contrary.
I have S'rah, Shaun, Ammi, Curler and a K.B in the room, screaming at Curler to type a message to the bitch that thinks that she is entitled to any guy that looks at her. What if she had something on her face? Like a bruise, from the people that want to hurt her for what she has done to Curler... Then what!
Splitting the whole of C-Sec apart Janiners went out after Curler and it has torn us a part, naturally all this came down on the person that deserved it. Janiners. Months have gone by since all of this has happened, however she still hasn't apologized for her misconduct. C-Section is now at its weakest point as it is exam time and people are willing to forgive her to get her out of their hair so they don't have to deal with her. Knowing her, she takes this as forgiveness, when it is in fact thinly veiled dislike.
Curler had a boyfriend which was ripped from her grasp by Janiners. Rough, right?
We all thought that, everyone did, so from that point on she was ostracized from our group of friends, and naturally she would get looks in the halls. Of disgust.
Now Janiners is talking to Curler on facebook (because she cant face her face-to-face) telling our dearest Curler that she doesnt know what she did wrong. Bitch please, any person with a heart knows that what she did was downright wrong and that she shouldn't have even done it.
The room exploded in a cacophony of sound.
A lot of "Bitch please!", "Bitch sit on my feet." and "You have got to be shitting me" was flying all around the room. I've never seen 5 girls get so riled up in the space of 5 seconds within the same small room. The last person to actually stop shitting bricks and screaming at the computer was K.B. She cant sit still, all she wanted to do was smash Janiners face in. As entertaining as the thought is, K.B is returning to another school next semester and will be unable to complete her last wish. This may perhaps go a little too far, however I feel that no one wants to physically hurt her, more like yell at her and make her feel like a little piece of shit because she hurt one of the nicest people on the floor that she used to be friends with... Curler.
Where Janiners is going with this, seems to be a complete mystery to me. That and everyone else, I am blogging with distractions. People yelling and screaming tends to have that effect on you.
Forewarning to anyone that reads this, telling someone to "get over themselves" is an insanely bad idea and I would recommended not using that one in an argument, for fear of sudden death by glare.
I feel like this story is a little too much to put onto the internet, especially when anyone can just read it.
Throat sore, wielding a laptop Curler returns. After showing everyone in C-Section what a complete bitch Janiners is and how everyone has lost respect for her, (which, any decent person would have by this point) we all calm down from what just happened.
You'd think that we would get back to studying, you know the busy university student that we are... that's not happening tonight, at all. Harry Potter comes in and diffuses the tension in the room.
Everyone is back to blogging... C-Section has returned to its quirky form of normalcy.
Favorite quote from tonight? "Bitch, sit on my feet"
F.F
Small Additions with Upcoming Revenge
Long time, no talk.
I have two other people that I feel the need to add, and thats not because they are sitting across from me shooting me pouting looks...
Shaun
This person laughs a lot, especially when attacked by Dak from downstairs and tickled to near death. That is until the mum of the section comes in and demands that Dak "Backs up off" Shaun. Ammi has a way with words that makes an impression.
Curler
This girl laughs at almost everything in sight and then some. Named for her skill with a stick, as she lobs stones across ice at speed yelling "haaarrrrdddddd".
Recently, my blog has been discovered by those of my suite mates. As we all sit down tweeting and blogging (Yeah, that's right, I started that trend). We are in one room within one meter of each other and we are all using our laptops chatting. Technology our days... go figure.
On a worse note, turns out that Prairie Boy and Harry Potter put their brains together.
Using serran wrap, tape and bottles. I'm assuming that Potter whipped the bottles from somewhere when Prairie Boy, using his extensive use of knowledge with serran wrap and tape, taped everything to my bedroom door... Needless to say when I opened my door at 3.30am... shit hit the fan. Ripping though that serran wrap i ran after them, at 3.30am, who needs to be quiet? I collected all their garbage and wrote a nice little note which i placed upon the pile outside their door. Giggling like the little girls, Will Smith came on out laughing his bubble butt off. (This story was originally modified because VW has not yet been mentioned, so I have replaced VW with Prairie Boy)
Coughing and spluttering (probably with a small case of spattergroit) Potter came wheezing out of his room, doubled over with laughs. Prairie boy, still having his hat on, came out to- to a very mad F.F.
Needless to say, after this act of social suicide, there will be a retribution. Spear-headed by myself, obviously. There are already plans in the works, have no fear, my suite mates and other have derived a plan to make them wish they hadn't woken me up at 3.30am in the middle of the week.
Lets just say, I cannot wait until the 2nd Semester begins.
If there were an evil smiley face, it would be posted here.
I will have fun posting a detailed account on how I piss them off to an enormous extent which will most likely result in me hauling ass into Switzerland. (Ammi's room)
Until then.
F.F
I have two other people that I feel the need to add, and thats not because they are sitting across from me shooting me pouting looks...
Shaun
This person laughs a lot, especially when attacked by Dak from downstairs and tickled to near death. That is until the mum of the section comes in and demands that Dak "Backs up off" Shaun. Ammi has a way with words that makes an impression.
Curler
This girl laughs at almost everything in sight and then some. Named for her skill with a stick, as she lobs stones across ice at speed yelling "haaarrrrdddddd".
Recently, my blog has been discovered by those of my suite mates. As we all sit down tweeting and blogging (Yeah, that's right, I started that trend). We are in one room within one meter of each other and we are all using our laptops chatting. Technology our days... go figure.
On a worse note, turns out that Prairie Boy and Harry Potter put their brains together.
Using serran wrap, tape and bottles. I'm assuming that Potter whipped the bottles from somewhere when Prairie Boy, using his extensive use of knowledge with serran wrap and tape, taped everything to my bedroom door... Needless to say when I opened my door at 3.30am... shit hit the fan. Ripping though that serran wrap i ran after them, at 3.30am, who needs to be quiet? I collected all their garbage and wrote a nice little note which i placed upon the pile outside their door. Giggling like the little girls, Will Smith came on out laughing his bubble butt off. (This story was originally modified because VW has not yet been mentioned, so I have replaced VW with Prairie Boy)
Coughing and spluttering (probably with a small case of spattergroit) Potter came wheezing out of his room, doubled over with laughs. Prairie boy, still having his hat on, came out to- to a very mad F.F.
Needless to say, after this act of social suicide, there will be a retribution. Spear-headed by myself, obviously. There are already plans in the works, have no fear, my suite mates and other have derived a plan to make them wish they hadn't woken me up at 3.30am in the middle of the week.
Lets just say, I cannot wait until the 2nd Semester begins.
If there were an evil smiley face, it would be posted here.
I will have fun posting a detailed account on how I piss them off to an enormous extent which will most likely result in me hauling ass into Switzerland. (Ammi's room)
Until then.
F.F
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
The People that I live with
Within C-Section
1. Harry Potter
- Named for his obsession with Potter, he earns this name for owning a wand, a full dress up halloween costume and a hat.
2. Will Smith
- Tall, like Will and loves watching Fresh Prince.
3. Clutch Kick
- Loves cars and could talk about them for absolute hours.
4. Prairie Boy
- From the country way away, approximately an 8 hour drive away, comes Prairie Boy.
7. Springbank
- Lives there in a city near here and went to the high school.
8. Cox
- After a famous friends actress, she is hilarious!
9. RA.1
- Not saying which one, but this one is awesome!
10. RA.2
- Not saying which one, but this one is awesome!
11. F.F (me)
- Fun loving person... :)
12. S'rah
- Loves fire fighters and the like, also has a passion for soccer
13. Ammi
- Best laugher I know, and enjoys throwing around the phrase "Friends off"
14. Janiners
- Loves to hit the clubs.
I do live with more, however, i most likely will not talk about them all that often, so if a couple names appear that you don't recognize, don't panic... roll with it.
F.F
Kicked Out the Suite... With Love
Being at University for 3 months has its perks. You know your schedule so you can get wasted on certain nights of the week. You've made some really good friends so they can carry you home from the bar, club or a friends party. And the personal jokes are the icing on that cake that we call life. My suite mates are whom I will live with for my first year at university (unless one of them moves out).
Ammi. Addicted to family feud and carrots in ranch dressing, she is one of the nicest funniest people you'll ever meet. S'rah. The over prepared soccer played that enjoys the fire fighters (or so we al thought). Janiners, The sporty, active girl with an appetite for clubbing with her seemingly siamese sista from another...family? that also enjoys the night life. These are my suite mates. Living with 3 girls, you'd think that the bathroom schedule would be all over the place and we'd have to wrestle to get in there; but it worked out really well. Our schedules don't actually clash. S'rah has classes at the ungodly hour of 9.25am every second day. I have class at etiher 12 or 12.15pm everyday and finish at around 2 and 3pm, respectively. Ammi is an early riser with an attitude. Up at 7 to be in class for 8AM... yes i did say AM, she isnt finished class until after 3pm everyday. Im only happy that I am not her. Janiners is usually at class, at the club or attached to her BFFL (Best Friend for Life) by the hip; so I rarely see her. apart from when they take breaks in their ritualized watching of One Tree Hill.
Being good friends, on the most part, we talk a lot and joke around with each other. I also feel the need to point out that all the names that i will be using, aren't actually their names, they are nicknames that we have given one another over the year.
Just yesterday, i neglected my chore which was cleaning the bathroom, so Ammi came to find me. The conversation went a little along the lines of this...
"F.F, have you done you're chores?"
"Yup, Ammi"
"Bullshit!" *Said with love*
"I dont wanna Ammi, Im watching Fresh Prince"
"Friends off!"
"WHAT!? WHY?!?!"
"Friends off and you're kicked out the suite..."
"wahhhhhh" *Snookie's Jersey Shore Impression*
"F.F?"
"What now."
"I luuuvvvvvv yoooouuuuuuu"
*General Laughter*
"Love you too, Ammi"
"But actually... do your chore or feel the wrath of god"
*Roll eyes*
This, apparently was said with love. Make your own interpretations, but when i hesitated to say "i love you too", she looked a little bit threatening. Naturally, when fearing for ones life, ones body kicks into survival mode. Im not saying that I didn't mean it, I'm only saying that... I had no other option.
Dinner was a fun event, CJ's served its ever-repetitive Wrap and Tater-Tots.
Om nom nom.
Anyway,
Farewell; chat later.
F.F
Ammi. Addicted to family feud and carrots in ranch dressing, she is one of the nicest funniest people you'll ever meet. S'rah. The over prepared soccer played that enjoys the fire fighters (or so we al thought). Janiners, The sporty, active girl with an appetite for clubbing with her seemingly siamese sista from another...family? that also enjoys the night life. These are my suite mates. Living with 3 girls, you'd think that the bathroom schedule would be all over the place and we'd have to wrestle to get in there; but it worked out really well. Our schedules don't actually clash. S'rah has classes at the ungodly hour of 9.25am every second day. I have class at etiher 12 or 12.15pm everyday and finish at around 2 and 3pm, respectively. Ammi is an early riser with an attitude. Up at 7 to be in class for 8AM... yes i did say AM, she isnt finished class until after 3pm everyday. Im only happy that I am not her. Janiners is usually at class, at the club or attached to her BFFL (Best Friend for Life) by the hip; so I rarely see her. apart from when they take breaks in their ritualized watching of One Tree Hill.
Being good friends, on the most part, we talk a lot and joke around with each other. I also feel the need to point out that all the names that i will be using, aren't actually their names, they are nicknames that we have given one another over the year.
Just yesterday, i neglected my chore which was cleaning the bathroom, so Ammi came to find me. The conversation went a little along the lines of this...
"F.F, have you done you're chores?"
"Yup, Ammi"
"Bullshit!" *Said with love*
"I dont wanna Ammi, Im watching Fresh Prince"
"Friends off!"
"WHAT!? WHY?!?!"
"Friends off and you're kicked out the suite..."
"wahhhhhh" *Snookie's Jersey Shore Impression*
"F.F?"
"What now."
"I luuuvvvvvv yoooouuuuuuu"
*General Laughter*
"Love you too, Ammi"
"But actually... do your chore or feel the wrath of god"
*Roll eyes*
This, apparently was said with love. Make your own interpretations, but when i hesitated to say "i love you too", she looked a little bit threatening. Naturally, when fearing for ones life, ones body kicks into survival mode. Im not saying that I didn't mean it, I'm only saying that... I had no other option.
Dinner was a fun event, CJ's served its ever-repetitive Wrap and Tater-Tots.
Om nom nom.
Anyway,
Farewell; chat later.
F.F
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