Everyone always talks about how much work and effort Sophs put into O-week. Which is true. But I find that myself, and all the other sophs always try to live up to this reputation by eating crap, not sleeping, and maintaining poor hygiene when it isn't really necessary. Tonight we were pulling a prank and the President asked the Head Soph to go home and get some sleep. As a rebuttle the Head Soph started ordering people to go home. He did this in a very rude inappropriate manner, but that's because he's an asshole. They didn't want to go home, they wanted to be hardcore and stay up all night. Some people mentioned that they wouldn't mind being up all night chalking but the Head Soph rudely ordered them all home. It wouldn't have hurt the program if they had stayed up all night and they would have been satisfied with they level of 'Hardcoreness'. But the Head Soph didn't want anyone to be more 'hardcore' or get less sleep than he did, because he's an asshole. There is a lot of glamour involved in O-week. It's really not about quality, but quantity. I think that this is bullshit. Which upset me quite a bit. I'm a huge O-week fan, I love the idea of orienting the frosh into a friendly environment. But that's not why most people are O-week fans. They're just there for the image. I dislike many people.

I'm usually a very big drama queen. I love emotions in large doses. Often I trigger these situations and feel refreshed when it's all over. Obviously this is very selfish, but realistically I'm looking out for one person in life (two when you count Lydia). Regardless of the outcome I feel it's the best way to deal with a situation. I'm too impatient for something to happen, I need the situation to become instantly black and white. Rarely, but sometimes, a situation comes across when I feel as though I'm not in a place to introduce an emotional situation. I then pine and ponder infinitely about the situation, trying to protect the feelings of the active parties. But I don't like doing things in secret. I get no self satisfication from self-inflicted emotional pain. So for the record, I'm keeping my emotions to myself and I would like someone to be proud of me.

My next door neighbour, Andy, is a handyman and often has power tools running. This morning when I heard a chainsaw I naturally closed my window to better hear the audio humour in the Family Guy episode (ready, willing, disabled). After is was completed I rolled around aimously in my bed and finally rolling over to engage in one of my favourite past times, gazing out my window. As I rolled over to look out I was suddenly filled with shock, disbelief, and betrayal. That chainsaw wasn't Andy's. It was the bastard who cut down my Mulberry tree! I am so upset! My first thoughts were to get the name of the lumberjack so that I could charge him for trespassing, or anti-environment acts. However, obviously these men were hired by my landlord to commit the unforgivable sin this morning. It now always appears to be winter from my second story view and I am very angry.

BAH! Get out of my head! Get out I say!

Today I stopped on the way home to eat dinner in the park. While sitting alone in the middle of the city without a soul insight I thought 'wouldn't it be nice to have someone to share this with.' But then I realised that the whole reason I enjoyed my time in the park was because of the solitude and I would hate if someone were to be hanging out with me. Furthermore, I wouldn't want to date someone that sappy, for me it seems forced and unatural, like buying roses. I'm going back to the park to eat lunch on Sunday by myself, just the way I like it.