What a fucking pathetic fallacy...

I fucking hate this goddamned lack of winter. Why can't it go those extra couple degrees and turn the fucking cold-ass rain to snow so I can bike to school and not get soaked. Here I am, 20-25 minutes biking, 45 walking from campus with no jacket(which is a whole other ball of wax in itself), and a backpack with a busted zipper. Did I mention I absolutely have to be on campus? I've got to introduce Cory Woron at 3 PM and hand in an assignment at some point, which is on the computers in the Imprint office. The assignment is already 6 days late. "Mild winter" my ass... Its just a long, fucking cold fall. Fuck.

Know what time it is?

Other than 3:17 in the friggin morning.

Time to throw myself had at an extreme. Hard. Then I'll bounce towards the other. Tonight I sleep in the office. Tomorrow I finish 2 of them, Thursday, the third. Friday I'll "Clean up nice" and hit the staff lunch running. At the end of the night, I fall back down to where I bounced from and, free from the trifecta, I can formulate a less temporary solution. Or at least a bigger bandaid one. Its a good plan. See you all at the staff lunch. I will be wearing a (creased) suit.

Counting is fun!

I wonder how many movies I have seen in my entire life:

Braveheart, Wayne's World, Sin City, Office Space, Mystery Science Fiction Theatre 3000: the Movie, The Day After Tomorrow, Donnie Darko, Fight Club, Mars Invaders, E.T., End of Days, Terminator, Terminator 2, Titanic, Catch me if you Can, Edward Scissorhands, 40 Year old Virgin, High Fidelity, School of Rock, Grosse Point Blank.

And I'm bored, but I'll get back to this.
Count: 20

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Warning

Its essay and exam season, and I tend to go a little crazy. Please bear with me.

Municidiocy

I really shouldn't have any interest in Municipal politics. I have already decided that Waterloo is in the process of chewing me up in order to spit me out, just like High School, and just like High School, I've taken to watching the teeth that do the chewing. Its not out of any sense of love, more out of my utter despisal of the stupid.

So Brenda Halloran is the new Mayor of Waterloo. She's better than Herb Epp, that's for sure, but she misses the point on one fundamental issue. She is one of the numerous old people in City Hall who would really like to think of Waterloo as a small town, a hamlet when it is quickly becoming a big city. They hold in high regard some strange, antique notion of a City Square where everyone would congregate and informally discuss issues pertaining to life in the hamlet. This idea flies in the face of all realistic understanding. It ignores the real conditions of life in Waterloo. With such a fundamental stupidity at the heart of an ideology, I'm afraid to imagine what's in store for Waterloo in the next little while.

Small town mentalities only work in small towns! I happen to hail from an actual small town, so let's make a little juxtaposition:

Waterloo:population 110,000
Aurora: population 45,000

Waterloo: 7 Councillors
Aurora: 8 Councillors

Hey Halloran WAKE UP!