May 17-18, 2000 — Greg the Jerk

It's lunch, but I'm in the mood for a journal entry now, so this'll cover everything from last night at around 5pm to today at around noon.

A few things I'm proud of:

1. A girl from Muskoka who is my sister only older says I'm the most anti-social person she's ever met. Again, much beaming ensued.
2. A guy from Coburg has dubbed me "Greg the Jerk." Less beaming ensued, but I'm still proud to've been worthy of a nickname, even if it is a derogatory one.

Side note: this girl obviously also from the minicourse program just sat beside me in the computer lab and started typing and I suspect she types faster than I do so I'm having this competitive urge to at least make more noise typing if I can't beat her as far as WPM goes. Heh. Damn testosterone, eh?

Back on course. (Get it? Course? Minicourses?) So anyhoo, after being dubbed Greg the Jerk and having Skittles thrown at me (Is it worse to waste a gelatin product by hucking it at me, or to eat it? The moral issues are mindboggling.), we stood outside our dorm and yelled at people walking by and got them to join in on the yelling for the next groups of people to walk by. I found that if I promised them free alcohol, they'd be far more likely to stop and holler with us. It would have been a lot funnier if I'd been doing this while wearing my Straight Edge shirt, since people would no doubt still be gullible enough to think we were having a kegger in front of our dorm, but I'd at least be laughing to myself a little more.

So the basic update is that after my four days of complete withdrawl from people, I'm able to fake being an extrovert again for short periods of time. I was so burnt out after having to do three speeches in that one afternoon to kill time during debates. That was the most exhausting day of my life, and to have to go downtown and get an industrial piercing afterwords wasn't the most intelligent thing I've ever done. But I think I've more or less recovered.

The dance was moved from Fort Henry to some stupid dance hall. Now I want to go even less as I won't be able to entertain myself by trying to trick someone into recreating Pat's incident last year (dropping a cannonball into a cannon, not realizing that cannon was full of water and that this cannonball would have the potential to displace a lot of this water in the general direction of his shirt).

That's about it. I really ought to call the school to see whether or not I'm going to get to do a valedictorian nomination speech. If anyone at school is reading this and is able to ask the principal for me and post the results of their inquiries here, it would be greatly appreciated.

Updates on the rest of the day as it occurs.

(I think these should sound even more like newscasts: 3 days of being an extrovert are forecast for Greg, followed by a week of hiding in his room with a 50% chance of boycotting homework or prom or some other school function. Sound good?)