May 14-15, 2000 — A start to something

May 14

It's currently Monday, but I figured I may as well start with Sunday since that was the beginning of the whole trip-to-Kingston nonsense. My ears still hurt from getting the industrial piercings (there's no bar, so I say piercings meaning two rings in the location where there will soon be an industrial. Get it?) but I'm so completely exhausted that I can sleep on my back no problem (I have a fresh, real, bar-addled industrial in my right ear too, so no sleeping on my side for me). I even fell asleep on the bus on the way to Kingston... I'd only had one hour of sleep the night before. Yah for work.

I showed up in suck.com mode, generally looking grumpy and wearing pants that were actually non-baggy. It gives me that warm, nerdy feel inside that I love so much.

My first impression on seeing the other kids showing up for this week-long festival of school avoidance was "Fuck." I don't know if I was way nerdier in previous years, but I mean... black jeans that practically go up to your nipples and a white turtleneck tucked into them? Even I knew better! Back in my jogging pants days, even. For real. Fuck. Okay, I didn't know that much better. But i grew out of it. So fuck you. Anyways, moving on.

As an aside, I'm curious as to whether or not the people hosting my site are going to be keen on the rather excessive swearing. True to my nature, I won't ask and if they yell at me, I'll have to do a massive search-and-replace changing every instance of "fuck" to "fornicating with bunny rabbits." Which will naturally be much, much better.

May 15

I woke up before my alarm, as per usual, and grumpily sauntered about.

The food is pretty brutal. I don't even bother waiting in line for hot food since my options are rather limited... I'm living off peanut butter and fruit salad.

I'm going to start on a rant here, so brace yourself.

Okay, the first year I went to Queen's, I had long hair and was an awkward, unpopular fellow. No one talked to me. It was brutal. I'd sit outside the building I was staying in reading a book in the cold all by myself and people would just walk by and jeer at me.

One year later, I had shorter, vaguely Beetle-ish hair. Some people talk to me. A girl from Peterborough seems to briefly flirt with me (first time it had happened, ever, so you'd best believe I remember. That kiss on the cheek remains that most action I've ever had.) and while kids didn't much talk to me, I wasn't avoided like the plague.

This year, I've got the whole brush cut thing going with my pseudo-hardcore, straight edge thing going and I look generally less unattractive and awkward (not that I'm not still one ugly bastard, but y'know, I've moved beyond my pants-to-my-nipples years.) and people are talking to me. Both meals today when I sat by myself and tried to look vaguely psychotic (but happy to be eating alone), people asked me to sit with them or came and sat with me. I can remember sitting alone looking lonely last year and the year before and people did fuck all. But it's more concrete evidence towards my goal of proving once and for all that I'm better off not talking to people. (Aside: in the unlikely event that any of the people who had good intentions in talking to me read this, it's not you I hate, it's humanity, so don't worry about it.)

Thus ending, for now, the rant on this topic.

In the meantime, my course is actually pretty good. It's on biomedical ethics and is proving quite interesting. I mean, I'd've preferred pathology (I'm far more at home with the dead and diseased), but this course gives me the chance to debate (read: violently argue), and I'm all about that.

Little else interesting happened today. For those of you to whom I mentioned my plan (read: joke) to makeout with a girl from mississauga before the week if out, I ought to mention that no progress has been made. I haven't even found anyone from Mississauga. But I did find a Ms. Pac-Man arcade game. So I think, in the end, I've already won.