Oh, That Week!

After a rather busy week of non-stop assignment-doing action, job going-to insanity, and a whole lot of everything else in between, i find myself bored. It's great too, incredible almost. The fact that i now have little or nothing to accomplish blows the mind.

You see, this week just happens to be the last week of first semester, technically. Or as the teachers like to call it: the "let's think of every assignment possible and make it due all at the same time while throwing in a couple massive unit tests and a smile" week. You know what i mean, ya, that week. The one where going to class is actually considered taking a break from the work, and the only sleep you get comes as you stare into your computer screen, mind gone, but fingers still typing away. If it's due, it's due that week, and naturally being the procrastinator's, or should i say the humans that we are, we leave it all 'till the night before. That ever so popular 'night before' just happened to be Tuesday night pour moi. The night, that quickly turned into morning, that quickly turned into "oh crap, i'm late for school".

During that night for students world wide, we all die a little bit inside. The only night of the year where you can actually go through all 1572 songs on your playlist...twice...while sitting at the computer non-stop is death. Pure death, no more, no less...just death.

I would just like to officially announce to the world of 'almost adults' that the week of death has come and gone as tomorrow is Friday, and everyone knows that you aren't allowed to do anything the least bit productive on Friday. So to those who spent the past couple days crumpled up in the fetal position shaking and moaning, as the papers pilled up around you...Mission Complete. I mean, don't worry, carpel tunnel isn't that bad and it'll probably heal up real good just in time for this week next year. And yes, those people you haven't seen for a while are in fact your parents. No matter though, because that week is done. For now just concentrate on what we have ahead of us... all the things we have to look forward too, all the things in life that we can wake up in the morning to and be excited about...like next week for example!

Or as the teachers call it...

..."exam week".

night.

jSmooth

The place to be...

We've found our Central Perk. You know, the coffee shop where the friends of Friends met up on countless episodes to laugh it up for a little while. Listening to Joey's random stories, Chandlers famous sarcasm, or just watching Rachel in awe, we all had a laugh and a half with the guys n' girls of primetime television nightly. Well, now every Wednesday night the boys of the U Dot hop into daddy's cars, pop the collars, and roll on down to Main Street Unionville to meet at the weekly hang out. You see, nicely placed in the middle of the old fashioned little street is a Starbucks, but not just any Starbucks...our Starbucks.

Up on the second floor is where we meet, the first two there get the comfy chairs, the rest grab the not-so-comfy ones and crowd in for the latest news of the week. You see, up on the second floor of our chillin' pad is where it all comes out, no joke. If you come, you talk, and you say eveything. Doesn't matter who did what, how big of a secret it is, or how much trouble you're going to get into if it leaks out, you talk. It's where the real stories come out, the deep stuff, man-to-man-to-man-etc. After you talk, you're fair game for either advice, or just a mass self-esteem beating. It's who's hot, who's not, and who you might as well just forget about, because you just don't have a chance buddy.

After the...women...are discussed, it's planning time, and this is where it gets serious. Basically, we all pile together a mass blueprint for the up coming weekend. It's how much fun we can pack into 48 hours without dying or getting arrested, although if it comes to that...we'll deal with it. This converstaion usually ends up taking hours as there are some seriously crazy gameplans being tossed around. Most, never get accomplished, but it's satisfying to dream outloud and think about how big we could actually go.
After a couple quality hours of wholesome guy talk, its time to jump back into the car, unpop the collar, and roll out for another night. Not only has this become a weekly tradition, it's almost as if we can't go without it. No matter what has to be done that night, there's just an empty feeling without a little starbucks action. Maybe it's the thought of not having a grande mocca latte frappe cappacino, or maybe we're just obsessed with women and weekends...okay so it's definately the second one...and it's dead obvious why we love it...thus it's a weekly must.

To sum it up, Starbucks is incredible...and so are weekends, when you talk about weekends in a starbucks... pure perfection. So folks, take some time out of your busy life, order up a frappe latte mappe chocolate iced cappa coffee, put a little whip cream on top and sit down with some freinds in a Starbucks near you...

Once the employees know your name, and have your drink ready for you when you get there, you can officially call it your chillazin' pad and enjoy a little chit chat, Starbucks style.


jSmooth

The Rivalry Resumes

Here in Canada around the holiday season, we do the usual Christmas thing, holler out the countdown business at New Years, and give a little Dradel spin here or there if you swing that way. But there's always one thing that gets the blood pumping a little more than all of those events. You see tonight just so happens to be part, ohh, sixty-something of one of the greatest rivalries in sports. Tonight, Canada and Russia go head-to-head for WJHC glory.

Awesome!

This is the only time of the year when Ottawa Sens fans can sit on the same couch as Leaf fans to cheer for the same team. Ohh it doesn't mean they have to talk, or even communicate in any way. But they can admit their love for the boys of the Canadian flag and cheer it up as one tonight. Immediately seperating afterwards and denying ever being seen with the enemy, but for those two hours and a bit deadly foes can come together, grab a beer of the root variety and only worry about those Russians!

So tonight, no matter what city you cheer for, pull on a Canada jersey, forget about those horrible Sens fans...and they're really stupid captian...bad fans...over-rated goalie...ugly jerseys...tacky name... and, well yeah...

GO CANADA GO!


jSmooth

A little deep freeze action

Every year at about this time a bunch of idiots decide to go up north to MFC and freeze to death for a couple days. Why would they want to do that, you ask? Why would you want to go stand knee-deep in snow, while being smacked in the face with gail force winds, as you soak to the bone in below-freezing temperatures?

Ya, i really don't know why we do it either!

But that's not the point now is it, because if we asked ourselves why we do what we do before every single little thing we did, we wouldn't have any fun...

Anyways.

So here we are, up in the great white north, 100 acres of snow, all to ourselves. hoo rah!

Most years up there you either get 40 feet of snow, and can't even drive up the road, or a complete ice feild after all the snow has frozen rock hard. And if you're really unlucky you get rain. Fortunately, but unfortunately, we got a little bit of everything which made for some interesting times at the 2006 edition of Deep Freeze. No complaints though, cause once the pond was shovelled off, it was hockey time...after some of Marg's chilli of course!

The only problem with the pond, was, well...the pond itself. You see this year, it didnt freeze so well, and after many attempts at flooding it, we got the best we could, and jumped on for a little old time hockey. It started great, but after tossing 15 guys on a not-so frozen pond physics started kicking in, and skates started going in, to the water that is. Even with the small holes around the ice, the game went on...until the small holes weren't so small any more, and you no longer needed defence because every rush was quickly halted by a dreaded hole stealing the puck. After losing a few more pucks, and almost losing a few bodies, we figured hockey was done for the night. Immediate plans were put in place for a massive puck finding game come summer in the pond.

Since hockey didn't go all that well, we figured bringing out the GT's might fare more in our favour, and took the to the hill. This year, yet again, held one pretty impressive jump at the bottom...which we totally owned like it was our job...naturally. The GT's were mounted, and flung off that thing like nothing you'd ever seen before. Bodies went flying, rarely was the landing pretty, but the hangtime, was definately worth the pain of the what followed. The odd 360 was attempted, but, umm, no comment on that one... The cuts speak for themselves on that topic. But the jump was shredded to perfection, and the night ended on a high.

Getting to bed this year was actually not such a bad thing as us men got to shack it up in the steaming hot lodge, while the women tried to test their skills out in the cabin, which really only covers you're head, and doesn't do a whole lot in the warmth department. Needless to say they lived, not before many compliants of course ;)

Next day came the rain...oh the rain. Which put a damper on most outdoor activities, but the odd snow ball was still thrown. With the rain did come one sweet indoor hockey game though. I got to play net...meaning i got beaten like a rented mule. But still, fun none the less, and it took our minds off the crapiness of the rain melting our snow, also making the pond ice even worse (if that was possible). All in all though, the day was pretty sweet, chillen in the lodge, playin some high quality poker with lego peices as the chips, yes high class! Bed was once again actually nice, except that having not showered that morning made the comfort level drop a bit.

Waking up the next morning was brutal, it's as simple as that. After staying up late both nights, and going all out both days prior, pulling the head off the pillow was a task and a half at 8 in the morning. After eventually scraping myself off the bed, i realized how gross i felt with not showering for two days and all. Yet again the question why we go up there arises. Looking out the window made things a little better as the rain looked as if it was going to hold off. Stepping outside made things not so much better as yes, the rain had stopped, but the temperature was...MAD COLD! This made for an icy trek to breakfast as the left over wet snow was snow frozen solid. The frozenness did do one good thing for us though, as it froze the pond nicely...well, kinda.

As we went down to the pond once again, it looked great, but turned out to be pretty much the same result as last time. A few close calls, wet feet, and less pucks then we started with, ended yet another 'almost' hockey game. Later on that night came the visit to the hill, with a nicely frozen runway to the ice covered jump...and a deadly landing. It looked safe and all, i mean, how far and how high can you actually get on a GT snow racer, like, c'mon it can't get that dangerous can it...umm...word. Lets just say that with the addition of the ice, you went way faster down the hill, way higher off the jump, and landed way harder on the ground. As for the flying high part, i actually mean flying. Like, we rocketed off this thing, no joke, 20 feet easily. Hitting the ground was no fun at all. Ask Spencer's head, my back...or Andrew's entire body. It was insane.

After a lot of air, and a lot of pain, came the walk back to the lodge to join the rest of the crew in a little movie action, then some much needed sleep before we all cruised on home the next morning.
So to answer your earlier question, why we go up there and kill ourselves and freeze to death, i say this: The party's where the people are, when you add a little snow, some ice, and a sick, wicked and nasty jump to kill yourself onto it, you have one crazy fun time.

Rain or shine...or snow!


Quote of the week: "Is that shirt felt?...Cause it is now!"

Honestly one of the funniest times ever, cheers Kev!


jSmooth