Have you ever been alone in a crowded room when I'm here with you?

Have you ever been alone in a crowded room; well I'm here with you...

Dr. Burge, my music 191 prof has cancelled tomorrow's (today's) 8:30 class and told us to sleep in. He is my god.

"Sometimes I wonder whether or not I've put my pants on."
-- Jessica McAdam

Oh yes, and I also got a 48% on my final English essay worth 20% of my mark. Second semester clearly has beef with me. See, if this was the mark I got my history essay which I spent literally 1.5 days on writing, this wouldn't bother me so much. What bothers me is that I spent literally weeks on this essay. Hmm, so what does it mean? By my calculations, in order to get a 70% overall in English, I need to get an 80% on my final exam, which is not actually impossibly difficult. I was just hoping not to have to throw all my hopes for the course on 1 final exam where I could potentially blank out, or not do well on. So far, Music 203 and English 110 hang in balance of my final exam. Music 191 I could not show up to the exam for and still probably pass. It's about the same with sociology although I won't know until I get my final essay from that class back. History, I need to do relatively well, but I don't think my grade hangs in balance of the exam, but again, I won't know until I get my final essay back.

Something tells me I should start studying for my exams.

Am I alright? I don't know. There's a part of me that's actually quite upset with my English mark and there's a part of me that says "meh, it's no big deal, you just have to study harder for your final exam and be glad that it's not until April 27." The latter part is probably going to end up taking over because well... what else can I do? Not only that, but I don't really have a confidante here at Queen's that I would be ok telling this to. Negativity spreads like a virus on this floor.

Grant, you remember that "but you're Jon Wong" responses I was telling you about? I actually got that for the first time at Queen's the other day during a break in my sociology lecture. Blah.

Unbelievable. Grant, things already feel different. For those of you who don't know, we've concluded that every time Grant comes up, things undergo changes when he leaves. Let's examine the facts shall we?

Grant first comes up beginning of February. After he leaves:
1. I get butchered by my first music 203 test, scoring the lowest I ever have in any university level assessment yet
2. Courtney breaks up with Matt (Violo)
3. Reading week (inevitable, but whatever)
4. I fall behind in work for the first time all year

Grant comes up at the beginning of March. After he leaves:
1. Whole kafuffle with Courtney leaves its ripples
2. Rachel and Kyle start going out
3. Matt and Caroline break up
4. Friendship with Matt is strained
5. Pendulum begins to swing back to Jess McAdam

Grant comes up (again) in March. After he leaves:
1. Pendulum swings fully back to Jess McAdam
2. Roommate becomes moody
3. I have beef with Judith
4. Everyone agrees that there is something odd with the CEOs and Corporate Hos party

And this is why every time he visits, it seems like it's been a long time. For some reason, he sets off a chain of events every time he's up here. Believe me, things don't usually feel so different in such short times.

So apparently, "quote" is a verb (which I knew), but cannot simultaneously be used as a noun. Therefore, I no longer post "inspirational quotes" but instead, post "inspirational quotations"

Sometimes it really astounds me how fragile baseball players are. I have not seen another sport where so many people wind up on something like a disabled list before the season even begins!

"Hi. Justin Goddard, you don't know me but I heard you have all three Matrix movies. I want to watch them all in one shot."
-- Scott Hanenberg

What can I say? In lieu of last night's confusing regarding what to wear to our "final floor dinner," I am going to post my interpretation of what different dress codes mean for guys because I think nearly half the guys on the floor stopped by at some point and asked what we were supposed to wear. Agree or disagree:

No dress code:
This means no one cares. So wear jeans... or go nude. Ripped clothing is ok. Actually, anything is ok because there isn't a dress code.

Casual:
When the term "casual" comes up, to me, it doesn't mean jeans because if jeans were ok, there wouldn't be a need to specify a dress code. Casual means khakis and a golf shirt. Casual is sometimes synonymous with "nice". So if someone says to dress "nicely" I interpret this as khakis and a shirt with a button up collar (meaning the buttons don't go all the way down).

Business Casual:
To put it shortly, a private school uniform. Or if this means nothing to you (which it should because everyone who reads this has either gone to TCMS, or knows people from it), it's also the dress code for most teachers (phys ed teachers excluded for obvious reasons). Dress pants (they have pleats), dress shoes, dress shirt (the buttons go all the way down), and a tie is optional. You also have the option of leaving your top button undone.

Semi-formal:
A suit. What you would wear on a Model UN conference. Same as business casual except that your dress shirt should be crisper, your top button should be done up, you should have a tie, and your jacket/blazer should match your dress pants.

Formal (black tie invitational/optional):
You can wear a tux, or you can wear a suit. Either or is fine and should make for a rich blend of the two styles of dress.

Formal (black tie preferred):
You can still wear a suit, but do you really want to when the majority of people are wearing tuxes? Tuxes are preferred (hence the subheading).

Formal (white tie):
Wear a tux or not go. Gloves, monacles, coat tails, the whole caboodle. We peak at the formal white tie. It's the cream of dressing and believe me, you really don't want to be going to too many of these in your life time. I can't imagine anyone actually enjoying doing this very often. Maybe if you were having lunch with the Queen in public at her royal palace or something...

Going by this system, all you would need to do is to give any event the appropriate title and we would all know what to wear.

I actually caught the clock again at 11:11. These days, every time I randomly look at the clock, it says 11:11. As coincidental as it sounds, I just thought I'd note this.

Grant - "Ugh, this floor's not too great for my socks"
Andrew Kott - "This floor's not too great for face either!" (proceeds to get down on all fours and rubs his face vigorously against my basement floor)

So...

So, as I sit at my desk typing out this entry, Grant is once again sitting across from me as my roommate enters the room. To be quite honest, I have no idea what I to write here and am blogging purely for the sake of passing time.

The debauchery began last night with the long awaited CEOs and Corporate Hos party. In short, it was a debaucherous evening.

The End.

To be honest, last night wasn't actually as thrilling as the hyped up to be. I lost my estranged McMaster friend amongst the sea of corporate hos he was womanizing all evening and the good Jess left after half an hour. Ergo, I spent a good part of the evening cutting pineapple with Kale Boehmer.

Ok let's get things straight.

Alfonso Soriano is a second baseman. He has been all his career save for brief stints at shortstop. First of all, considering that he's probably the best offensive producers at second base, there's no reason why he shouldn't stay there. Secondly, if you want to move him into the outfield, you should have told him so before you finalized the trade. When I play baseball, I play second base. I cannot begin to imagine how pissed off I'd be if I was traded and not told until *after* I was traded that I'm going to be playing left outfield. If I was a rookie and hadn't established myself yet, maybe you'd have a case for it. But Alfonso Soriano like I said is not only an established MLB player, he's the best offensive producing second basemen in the major leagues (or at least the American League) and not only that, he specifically stated before he was traded that he wanted to remain at this second base position. Middle infielders are generally don't need to produce huge runs because their importance lies in their defensive positions. Do you have any idea how many teams would kill to have a guy like Soriano play second base for them? And you want him to switch to the outfield? What kind of fruitcake is running the Washington Nationals?! And you wonder why they were in last place in their division last season...

Anyhow, that's my rant on something nobody would care about unless you actually watch baseball... and not many people I know do so what can I say.

Grant, I am not so subtely urging you to book the good Jess' face to keep her happy. And also, my 200th wall post is fast approaching so you may want to look out for it... especially considering that Jess is aiming for it as well.

"This is because I can spell konfusion with a k and I can like it
It's to dying in another's arms and why I had to try it
It's to Jimmy Eat World and those nights in my car
Where the first star you see, may not be a star
I'm not your star"
-- Konstantine

I just watched Saw followed immediately by Saw II and I have to say... it's absolutely sickening. In a horror/thriller way, it's a psychological stomach turner. And those of you who know me know that horror/gore/psychological thrillers aren't new to me and I have a pretty high tolerance to that stuff. Still gotta say, Saw and Saw II are freaky. For those of you who've seen Saw and/or Saw II, I'd like to know your take on it.

Also saw Frailty, which was a pretty good thriller flick.

I think my Fortune Faded climbing the Stairway to Heaven, but I'm just Lucky it Always Feels Like Home down the Boulevard of Broken Songs as 99 Red Balloons float over the Sidewalks.

Grant, if next weekend is going to be problematic for you, the week after, March 31st to April 2nd may be a possibility. Again, nothing will be known until Monday but the good Jess does indeed miss you and wants you to know she hasn't erased the "Welcome to the Submarine" sign on her door.

Oh my god, everyone's drinking. The highlight of my day was walking into the cafeteria during dinner and seeing a sea of green people. Queen's spirit!

By the by, have I ever mentioned how much Ewan McGregor kicks ass? Seriously, he's one of the only male celebrities I have ever held in high regard. Him, Travis Barker, and Tom Hanks.

"You can't ask Justin to do anything... he performs spontaneously"
-- Kyle Nicholson

Honestly, I sit down and talk with Justin Goddard... and walk away feeling that I've just had the weirdest conversation I've ever had. And this happens every time I talk to him.

Ok, did slightly better on my second music 203 test than the first. Not nearly good enough to be considered a decent mark but then again, I didn't expect it to be.

My roommate has an odd habit of getting attached to a song, playing it on his computer, and leaving it on a continuous loop for long lengths of time... and it drives me up the wall. I don't mind his music tastes actually, but typically, playing ANY song on a continuous loop would drive me up the wall unless it is song that at the moment, is specfically stuck in my head. And when that happens, sometimes I play it more than once, but I always put on headphones because I imagine it would drive him up the wall in the same way that his looping of songs does the same to me.

Konstantine is a good example a song that's been stuck in my head for the past while... but considering that the song is 10 minutes long, by the time you finish listening to it once, you feel like you've heard it 3 times.

I really want to go home, but I won't get a chance to do that until numerous weeks later. I don't know if I can wait that long. Gah!

"I have taken my submarine and gone on an excursion into the ocean. Unfortunately, an octopus was not found. However, I did come across a Hawaiian green turtle and a leafy seadragon..."
-- Jessica McAdam

Oh goodness, thank god they're finally going out. This is a good sign to just kick back and relax for a bit... for the first time since April last year.

I got no deeds to do, no promises to keep. I'm dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep let the morningtime drop all its petals on me. Life I love you. All is Groovy...

Still have to get that retarded history essay done but fortunately, the book I'm doing my essay on is fairly interesting. It's about gambling in Canada. It's also St. Patrick's Day this Friday and I have a distinct lack of green clothing cause as I may or may not have reported before, I look horrible in green.

"I'm typing in a really awkward position right now so forgive me for these typing errors... there are none, but there may well be soon."
-- Jon Wong

Sometimes, things that I say are so pointless even I'm impressed by them.

People, let's try not to do stupid and/or insensitive things when you're desperate... especially if you're unnaturally desperate and on the rebound.

At this point, I just want everything to end. Honestly, it's getting tiring. Ok, that sounded really suicidal. When I say "everything" I mean the situation. Other than that, I am quite content with the way my life is going (except for the English and History papers due Wednesday and Thursday).

Karen, I was also thinking of something. Aside from badgering you to book face, I would also like to call into question the whereabouts of this character: O_o

"Explosion sounds hot when you sat it the British way"
-- The "Let's Talk In British Accents (Queen's Chapter)" facebook group

You know what else sounds hot when said in a British accent? Piss off.

Actually, a lot of things sound hot when said in a British accent, "explosion" and "piss off" merely being a small sample.

You know what's odd? When queuing up to pay at the supermarket, only using half the conveyor belt (the half closer to the cashier), thus extending your line of produce twofold but with the line being half as skinny.

You know what else is odd? Me using the word "queuing" in everyday vocabulary.

"It's like picking your favourite child, you know? The first one's amazing because it's the first one, but the other one's equally amazing because it's fresh..."
-- Courtney Langton

Ah the good Courtney. How I love her and the random things she spews forth every now and then. In her defense, that quote is taken from a larger paragraph where the subject is actually about which Something Corporate album, between two, was better. Ergo, the second part of that quote is actually referring to the two albums but doesn't it sound like she's referring to picking a favorite child? I found it infinitely amusing, especially the part about the other child between equally amazing because it's "fresh".

Do you remember when? We used to sing, sha la la la la la la la la la la dee da... just like that!

They haven't changed the box of Post Honeycomb cereal in something like forever. Ever since that kid from the commercials discovered the 3 secrets about the cereal.

"I am not a doormat!"
"Naw, you're more of a welcome mat"
-- Kyle, Paul

Holy cripes, it's cold in here. Our heating system has gone kaput and the entire building has gone without heat for the past few days. Thank god the weather isn't still minus 40.

In other news, I got butchered by my second music 203 test as well. I don't understand how this seems to work out. I study my butt off only to arrive at the test and partially blank out.

90% of people, if served a variety of wines from a black cup, can't tell the difference between red and white wine.

"Holy shit, you eat your apple cores?!"
-- Rachel Manson

Yes, for the last time people, Jon Wong eats his retarded apple cores. Not that it really annoys me to have to tell people but you would think that eating apple cores is unheard of from the responses I get. Rachel very aptly reminded me that I could boil the seeds and get cyanide. That I also know, but I don't think I'm going to die from a few apple seeds.

That's about all I can think of that would be of the faintest interest to anyone. Not that eating apple cores is particularly interesting but *I* don't want to have to bother to throw out my apple cores.

Jon Wong feels like there's something wrong... but why the hell?

Probably ridiculous as hell but you know once in awhile, for no good reason, you're sitting there thinking to yourself (in my case, I'm sitting there staring at my half-completed essay), and suddenly, you frown and think "something's not right"

And it's not because of what happened earlier tonight. And I realize I am not normally this ridiculously vague on blogger but until I see the light, there it is.

"Whose slippers am I wearing?"
-- Grant Winestock (looking down at a pair of comically small slippers he has wedged his feet into)

So I found out that the term "debauchery" doesn't actually mean what I thought it meant. Grant and I were under the impression that it referred to "extreme wickedness" when it actually means "extreme sensual indulgence".

So, the debauchery of last night began when Grant and I waltzed down to the doorbell room and order KFC for dinner. Ok, that probably wasn't the most notable start for a night of debauchery but it sufficed. Somewhere along the line, the going out for dinner idea got tossed out the window and Courtney was some reason wanted KFC.

KFC is actually quite digusting as far as my opinion goes (which doesn't go very far), but that segwayed into a post-dinner scene of me reading Rachel's graphic comic novel while wearing Courtney's outrageous, red/pink/orange/white $5 mittens. Grant during this time, was chatting up a storm with Courtney about blind people and how they're on the same playing field as everyone else in elevators and at ATMs because there's braille on the buttons.

Hilarity ensued.

So naturally, with Grant being there and it being a Friday night, a get-together/party formed from... how shall I put it... it was sui generis.

Hilarity ensued.

Amidst the hilarity, Grant and Courtney began to get to know each other... very well. As the night progress, legs locked, lips locked, bodies locked, and the rest is history...

w00t!

Slow down, you move too fast
You got to make the morning last
Just kicking down the cobblestones
Looking for fun and feelin' groovy

Ba da, Ba da, Ba da, Ba da...
Feelin' Groovy

Hello lamppost
What cha knowin'?
I've come to watch your flowers growin'
Ain't cha got no rhymes for me?
Doot-in' doo-doo
Feelin' groovy

I've got no deeds to do
No promises to keep
I'm dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep
Let the morning time drop all its petals on me
Life, I love you
All is groovy
-- The 59th Street Bridge Song

Remember this old classic that took over my life at the end of grade 8?! Ok, so realistically, only Grant would have a chance at remembering this song. Just a reminder to everyone to just relax. Or listening to this song