OMG

So, what did I dress up as? My costume consisted of a suit jacket, tie, dress shirt, dress shoes, black socks and really flashy boxers--yes, I was the guy who forgot his pants. A lot of people liked it.

The party I went to was pretty friggin' sweet. They had three live bands--one of which had a guitar player I lusted for heavily. I mean, we're talking Patrick Fugit hotttttttt. I tried to get his autograph, but no luck. I was going to get him to sign my ass, but I don't konw how that would have worked out. I mean, yeah. Shut up.

Purple, beer, alumni, party, etc

This was the weekend of all weekend's: Homecoming. No amount of words can sum up the fun that was had by all...so instead I'm just going to type out random words. Observe:

Pancake keggers; purpling; thousands celebrating on a tiny street; cops turning a blind-eye to public drinking; alumni from '74 and '79 drinking 'til they puke; 24-drunk fest--and I'm sure you get the picture.

Yeah, nothing is quite like homecoming, and my god am I thankful for not being sick through out this unique celebration. If I get any pictures, I'll be sure to post and tell the world.

The only thing that is wrong with homecoming is the fact that it's not an actual holiday--you really don't get any time off to rest after all the partying. Oh, well. Hella worth it though.

Scott's friend came down for the homecoming weekend, and he said that he's never seen anything like what we have.

Today Scott, Meghan and I watched Preaching to the Perverted. It was a pretty decent movie at best, aside from the somewhat shitty acting that took place. I personally enjoyed the parallelisms the director drew between the S&M scene and the ignorant religious wing-nuts that were trying to shut them down. The prosecutors were arguing how the S&M scene was inflicting pain with out consent (and this was not true, as pointed out in the film), yet the prosecutors were inflicting pain to the S&M scene by being ignorant and shutting out what they don't understand.

Now I must do work. Or something... I'm tired.

Go fuck yourself with that

Apparently the lymph nodes swell up to protect your body from 'invaders'. That's fantastic and I salute thee. BUT WHY THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE TO MAKE EVERYTHING SO GOD DAMN UNCOMFORTABLE IN THE PROCESS! AND WHY DO I HAVE TO BE SICK FOR HOMECOMING--THE MOST ENJOYABLE EVENT OF THE YEAR!

I'm sorry, but this cold is kicking the shit out of me. I've never been so down and out and depressed as I have been this week.

FUCK

This horrible sickness has done the following:
made me miss a lot of fucking sex;
assisted me in failing a midterm--probably two midterms by the week's end;
given me many sleepless nights;
makes eating similar to swallowing rusty tacks;
helped my temperature reach 104 and beyond...

You get the idea. My ears are acting funny as well; sounds are not what they used to be. Every frequency is being reverberated off of some invisible thing. Oh, no, the invisible thing is the FUCKING SICKNESS I HAVE.

GOD DAMNIT.

We didn't recognise the music, but we danced anyway

Gah. For the past two days, right up until a couple of hours ago, I was horribly sick, with a fever et. al. Oh, fun times that was. Especially since I couldn't be bothered to study--even when I have a midterm on THURSDAY. Correction: two midterms on Thursday.

Scott took care of me. He even made me chicken soup! Ah, I just hope I don't pass the cold to him...

Patrick Fugit is Hott.

What's new in my realm? Well, I got an off-centred lip piercing. It kind of hurt. And I think I'm done with piercings for now; I have no desire to get another piercing in any other part of my body.

Scott and Vanessa think the piercing is hott, so I'm happy with that.

Midterms suck--almost as bad as this journal.

Patrick Fugit is fucking hott. I watched Saved! for the second time today, and ended up doing a screen caption--actually, make that multiple screen captions--during the part where Patrick Fugit is in nothing but a loin cloth. Jesus fuck, I'd jump into a threesome with him anytime.

I see

Had a fabulous time with friends. I miss them. Aside from the same old antics of backing out of plans that some of them pull. Then completed the night with some ol' fashioned weed. Both Eric and I wanted to smoke, but we both had no one to smoke with...seeing as he's all the way in Ottawa and I here. He decided we should phone each other and smoke at the same time, and we did just that. Now I sit here really high, and kind of hungry.

BOND? JAMES BOND! I'LL DO IT

Planning post-Thanksgiving

Scott and I were lying in each other's arms discussing how we didn't want to go home. We decided that it would be pretty fun to spend Thanksgiving together...then something hit us! Like a headache--but with pictures! We came to the conclusion that we should have a post-Thanksgiving dinner together! With wine! And stuffing! And we should, like, invite people! We should get a bunch of people together, order a big turkey--the turkey will be cheap since it's after the holiday--and have some sort of Thanksgiving with friends that matter. So most of you who read this are invited. I think...

Nothing says 'I Love You' quite like Pizza

Scott and I celebrated our seven month anniversary last night. How? Well, I had pictured a nice, romantic dinner at a beautiful restaurant, where we would consume mouth-watering food and drink exquisite red wine. Following this, drunk on each other's love (and the wine), we'd take a stroll down by the water, where we would sit on a public bench and let ourselves become amourous with each other whilst the stars danced over our heads. Once we became good and horny, we'd go back to Scott's house and have a powerful love-making session.

Sounds romantic, eh? I even spent time gussying myself up for this envisioned event. However, this is not how it turned out. Scott was running late with a lab he had to write up (the fact he had procrastinated by playing a video game notwithstanding). Mind you, this didn't ruin our candle light dinner. Oh, no, far from it. But instead of wine and a delicious meal, it was Pizza Hut pizza with milk. Though I'm not being fair: the meal was delicious in itself. I laughed afterwards because I realised that I had dressed up to order out. Funny, that.

UP WITH EMO

Meghan once said all straight men should have a 9:00pm curfew. I cannot agree with her more.

Scott, Vanessa and I went to a birthday kegger which turned out to be a lot of fun. Beer was consumed and much laughs were had. Afterwards we met up with Eric to venture onwards to Bubba's. For some reason Bubba's was extraordinarily popular, and they needed a bouncer. There was some douche ahead of us who got all his girl friends to come in front of him. Of course this upset me; we were all hungry and waiting in line isn't any fun. The douche asked me why I had such a problem with it because these are "hot" girls (he should have used the term slutty, but hey). I voiced my anger, and he became really pissy and, well, immature. He kept trying to slap me in the face and calling me all sorts of names. If Antonio was there he would have had his ass kicked, but unfortunately Antonio was behind us at the time and din't know what was going on. But I digress. This went on and on and I became more and more frustrated. I hated having to take that because of my stature. God, I would have done anything to be able to fucking level this walking abortion but, alas, I was not able to. Both Scott and Eric told me to keep my voice down, but I'm sick of doing that. On the way home I had to hold back tears and anger and frustration. When Eric said good bye and when I was alone with Scott in the middle of the street he asked me what was wrong...and I broke down. I just couldn't stop crying. I hid myself in the bathroom...I felt like such a fool. Everything just came crashing down around me. Scott was just...awesome and comforted me like he always does. Ugh. I think the fact that I have barely any money left helped bring-front the tears.

On a happier note, our sex life is better than ever--even when I didn't think it could get any better. To Scott's surprise I pseudo-acted out one of his fantasies--which turned out to be a pretty hott experience for both him and I. Fun times, says I. I never realised how much I'd love this role playing, but I do, so everyone wins!

Oh my god! She's dead!

Scott and I failed to see Arcade Fire due to an atrociously long line. Cindy tried her best to get us in, but it didn't go as planned. Oh, well. Scott and I managed to have a really good time regardless.

Where we didn't get to see Arcade Fire, we did get to see The Constantines--and my god did they put on such an electric performance. Everyone who went was blown away, especially me because I've never seen them live before so I didn't know what to expect. I ended up running on stage to grab the set-list before they came back for an encore. Fun times.

Saw Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow. Very entertaining...the entire movie was shot on a blue screen. The dialogue, plot and characters jumped right out of a 1930s flick. I liked it. Two thumbs up.