Twitter this!

Just a general notification and inquiry...What the hell is so damn special about twitter?

What's the point in wasting your time telling people what you're are doing (or pretending to do) every waking minute where you can spend that time actually doing something without a care of who in Japan or wherever else might just give two cents to pay a modicum of passing apathetic attention. That's right, 10 to 1...nobody freaking cares. No I don't care about how intuitive your cat is, what's going on in Oprah, where you're going, what you should put on your playlist, or how much the world should pity you... etc, etc, etc. It's in no way whatsoever conducive to a healthy social life, that's a subtle way of saying go outside and make some friends as nobody online would certainly care, just as much as I sure as hell don't!

If that sounds a bit harsh, I'm not sorry. Term papers are turning me into one hell of a critic on the epidemic proportions of vapidity and vain emptiness that is permeating this thing we call society!

In review

Ok, so i'll try to make this quick as I have a million other words to write for my three term papers, and I have to head off to take photos for an event tonight...busy busy busy. 

I promised I'll do this eventually, but last saturday I finally caved and did the one thing I've been putting off forever, with due reason. I went clubbing. Yes, the metalhead that many have you have come to know walked into one of the most out of place situations in his life. I promised to attend my dear "sister's" bday, Chris I know if you're reading this you'll tell me to take off the quotations, so I went clubbing for my sister's bday. 

After one of my friends bails last minute it becomes even more awkward as I'm suddenly one of the only guys going. That made me a prime target to drag onto the dance floor...thanks to Maya. So after sorting out rides we find ourselves outside Aubar, before the places becomes packed. We had two tables where I promptly volunteered to be the "stuff guardian," deteremined to put off the inevitable. While sitting around I proceeded to text several people about said predicament, some couldn't believe me, others laughed (there will be pictures!), others told me to drink it all away (i was driving...no thanks), and certain people laughing that they were just there the night before!

I swear it's like the full moon comes out at that time, just inside the building...not outside. Looked like a vile concoction of misplaced morality, shame, alcohol, bad dancing, equally bad music and DJ, and raging hormones. It was fun in itself watching all these sleezy guys tryin to take a chomp out of any passing, intoxicated female...where they either get rejected or the ensuing chaos becomes only for eyes above the age of 18. Awkward, not to mention the person grabbing my butt when I finally got pulled onto the dancefloor with the concerted efforts of Chris and Maya...you got three songs out of me, happy? I did take solice in the fact that I was told I dance better than some of the people in the crowd (cf. Edi clone...whoops sorry dude) we watched, much in conflict with my previous evidence at their grad dance back in gr 12 ( all the girls were from the same school...so they saw my terrible dancing first hand), and apparently that didn't count?

So there we go, from what I can remember that was my saturday in summary. Amidst the chaos, awkwardness, confusion and madness...it turned out to be a pretty fun night, interesting times with good friends. Maybe I shouldn't use interesting times, as I just found out that in some places it is a casually placed euphemism for a curse or taboo, named the Chinese curse...wiki it if you don't believe me. Don't get me wrong, even though I did enjoy the night...I learned firsthand that clubbing ain't my scene. Looks like I won't be doing that again for quite a while, once in a blue moon...last time i checked, I haven't seen a blue moon in a LONG time!

Transit Gongshow

So this week has clearly attested to the snowball theory of everything starting small and then spinning rapidly out of control...almost literally.

Over the weekend, the weather has decided to go beyond sub-zero temperatures. On Sunday my car was encased in ice before going to work, and at night we had three people in the parking lot defrosting and scrapping our respective vehicles. So what do you expect the next day? Well in the very articulate words of my dear friend Sarah, "one snowflake falls and the city shuts down!" That's exactly what happened. Monday morning I'm roused out of bed to the sound of my dad yelling, "it snowed but it's not sticking, you'll be fine out there!" If it wasn't sticking, then how come the only colour I saw out there was white!? So the initial gongshow was at 7:40 am when I left my house to go to campus, in the back of my mind I kept thinking I shouldn't even bother...should have listened. First bus doesn't come, next one comes 20 min later at a snail's pace because there was solid ice below the snow... a 10 min drive to my 480 stop turns into 20 min. So I end up waiting for the 480, finally it comes and everyone crams in. The driver then tries to get everyone waiting for the next one to hop on, when asked he says, "cuz the next one won't be here for another hour!" Seriously!?

So I find it was high time to take a nice nap, when I wake up I find that I'm only just past granville and 70th ave. I look at my cell and the time says 9:59....cmon, i've already missed my first class and now I'm late for my second.... I don't get to Ubc until 10:20am. 2 hours and 40 minutes for a trip that usually takes less than an hour!

Magically the snow melts from the streets in the afternoon, sparing me from another suicidal home trek. I just remember dreading that night after classes with Kathryn, saying that I'll try not to die...but just in case, she'll be the first one I'd tell (Sorry Sarah I know it's usually you, apparently from what Kat told me!). But I did make it home safely, guess either outcome Kat was on a first to know basis! Haha!

Ok, onward to this morning. I get dropped off at my stop and much to my luck a bus pulls in just in time. I get my favourite spot, and since I don't have any readings to finish I decide to take a nap...again (I have the most comfortable naps on the bus...I'm weird that way!). So as I'm enjoying the bliss of unconsiousness I sense that the bus isn't moving anymore. Much to my hunch it turns out the bus isn't, once again stopped just pass granville and 70th Ave. The bus driver is in the back of the bus asking for a witness. "What the heck is goin on?" I ask. So for 20 min we're all left in the dark as to what's going on, as the bus emptys and fills up again much to the overbearing impatience of certain transit goers, just sit still and hope for the best. So after a healthy amount of time of nothing happening, someone comes into the bus asking for someone who can speak cantonese and translate for this guy who apparently rammed right into our bus!!!!  "umm this is a bus coming out of RICH- (rice)- MOND...take your pick!"

Sure enough, this moron thought he could overtake a bus between lanes and smacks right into the bus...and it took 20 min to squeeze out the guy's license and registration info (that is if he a. doesn't have one or b. isn't a legit registration...it happens). Rough times eh? To add to that, the bus driver keeps asking for a witness who can describe what happened even though nobody exactly knew what happened! Genius.

Bang the gong...this is the world I live in!