Luck o' the Irish

After a full day at the library, pretending to work hard on a report, I met up with a few friends for a night out in the Irish pub, O'Hanlons. The owners of this pub did a great job deceiving people, as there was no line up until you went in and it says "Please enter through Copper Kettle." As you head in through those doors you see a massive line up of green. Sure, we could have stuck around and stood in this line up drinking green beer, but we all knew we weren't going to move anywhere. We knew this would only lead to us being slobbering drunk, but yet never end up IN the pub. So, we head to the other Irish pub in town, only to find the exact same thing. One of the girls decides to head home and it was just me and Mae left. We headed to another low key pub, and you could tell Mae was anticipating greasy pub grub and booze. A bit disappointed we were when we found out the kitchen was closed. Our night of boozin' had turned into a wild goose chase around the city to find somewhere, anywhere, that we could get into. Once that place was found, we didn't want anything but food and a comfy couch. No luck for us gals. That led us to our next plan of action: an order of dry ribs and some H&P pizza, a blanket, and some Dain Cook! Who can ever say a night with Dain Cook is a bad thing?? It turned into an overall good night! As I hadn't really spent a whole lot of time, just me and Mae, it was fun to just chill out. It was a definitely well earned night of just chilling, but I do believe more nights on the town, where we actually get to hit the dance floor, are esssential!! Maybe in a few weeks... when we all need a break from studying for the very dreadful finals coming up soon!

Idiot Drivers

Did you know it's illegal to not slow down while driving through puddles when there is somebody walking down the sidewalk? Well, the shithead who drove like a maniac through the puddle and covered me in dirty slush from head to toe obviously didn't know. Or maybe he did know, and that is why he continued to drive as fast as he was so I would be unable to get his license plate number. Jerk. It made my day, actually. It added to my already fantastic day. There couldn't have been a better way to end my Friday. Idiot.

Speaking of idiots.... you have to read this article that was in the LeaderPost yesterday.

Driver denies being drunk, blames unicorn Associated Press Published: Thursday, March 15, 2007
BILLINGS, Mont. (AP)
A Montana man told police not to blame him for crashing his truck into a light post -- it was that unicorn behind the wheel. Prosecutor Ingrid Rosenquist said Phillip Holliday initially denied driving the truck involved in the March 7 crash in Billings. He told officers at the scene a unicorn was driving, she said. Holliday, 42, pleaded not guilty Tuesday to felony charges of criminal endangerment and drunken driving. A pickup truck drove through a red light and nearly struck another truck in the intersection, court documents said. The driver then made an erratic U-turn through a gas station, crossed the street and hit a light pole. Nobody was hurt. District Judge Gregory Todd kept his bail at $100,000.

C'mon... a unicorn? He could have at least come up with something legitimate being behind the wheel. Like a one-eyed lion or a legless elephant. A unicorn? Everybody knows there isn't such a thing.

Long time gone...

Well well well. I am back. For a bit. The last few weeks for me have been absolute hell. In two weeks I have had 4 midterms to study for and write, 2 - 10 page papers due, 2 assignments, one of which I think being held at gunpoint would have put me at more ease than doing the assignment, and a 12 page lab report, which was completely unnecessary for the course, but because the professor is a bit loopedy-looped (to use nice terms) she demanded that this WAS necessary. Yes, maybe it was beneficial for somebody who plans to proceed to grad studies in Psychology, but not necessary. And even if it was, this somebody is NOT me. So, miss hyperventalating chirpy bird who gives an extension to the whole class the DAY it is due, this is why I do not like you. Seriously, she gets so excited about her material that she literally sounds like she is hyperventalating in front of the class every day. And she rambles... oh man, does she ramble. About nothing. Sure it might be interesting material and comprehendable if she slowed it down to something less than 329030292 words a minute. And why the hell do you give an extension the day it is due. The good students works their arses off to get it done ON TIME. And no, they are not wanting to take their papers back after they already handed them in to do one more revision. It is done, and I never in my life want to see it again. Thanks.

Alright, update on my life... apart from school. Not alot really. I did get a tour at City Police with my Sparks group. It was AMAZING. Who can't say yay to a bunch of young, good looking cops walking about in uniform? Yummm. They took us into the shooting range and I got to hold one of their big rifle type guns(ya I'm not an expert so have no idea what it is really called). We also got to meet one of the dogs, Bear. He was sooo cute. And probably listens better than anybody I know. We all yelled out "Come Bear" and he proceeded to open the car door and come to us!! It was awesome!! What dog can open a door?? Sweet. Then he 'attacked' another one of the officers who was a 'bad guy', but he only attacked on command and when he was commanded to stop he did just that. He cornered the bad guy and just growled. Told to go to the car, and he did. I want a man in my life that listens that well.... maybe that is why I'm single, because there is no such thing as a man who listens. They showed us where they keep the surveillance cameras, which was probably the best part.... because it was right across from their coffee room, where all of the mouth-opening, jaw-dropping men in uniform were. And there was a really cute cop who kept giving me a cute smile.... so I wasn't going to complain.

A few weeks ago I attended the BuckCherry concert in the city complements of my friend who won tickets. We started out at The Drink night club, where B.I.L.F, and trust, there is only one of the members who is truly that, played. Look below at the picture to see. Nothing gets better than a man who looks pretty AND can play guitar and do vocals at the same time!! We then proceeded onto a rowdy, beer smelling, packed full bus of drunk BuckCherry fans. Their show was amazing, although they did not play "Slit My Wrists" which is by far my most loved song of theirs, and probably one of the most common thoughts amongst the student population right now. I ran into a few old friends, which was awesome. Seems to be the only place I ever see them is concerts, but seeing a friendly face in a crowd of 1000 potsmoking, beer guzzling obnoxious freak kids is more than comforting. After the show we went back to The Drink for more B.I.L.F, not that I needed to hear much more of them as I've heard them at least 10 times prior to this night.

Last night I went to Thornley, also at The Drink and also complements of a friend who won tickets. Well, a boyfriend of a friend who won tickets. My plans were to be completely wrecked and be anything but sober after a few weeks of hellish school. But, when I found out that the only beer I could drink was Canadian because it was a Molson sponsored event, and that to drink this beverage that tastes like pee mixed with a bit of apple juice cost $4.50 a drink, I decided against my idea of getting ridiculously stupid, beyond the point of a 2 day recovery. My decision stands as great, because God only knows what kind of trouble I would have got myself into. The concert was great without dancing drunk on tables and flirting with every cute bartender there. As they played "Beautiful" there was a guy who kept trying to get me to dance with him. Sorry to break it to you dude, but you would not be what somebody imagines when they hear the name of the song, and grabbing my butt and telling me my boobs look good while you stare at them is not going to help you out. Here, I also ran into a guy I used to have a crush on, but all he could do was talk about his ex-girlfriend. Maybe this is my own fault that things never worked between us, but seriously, I wanted to talk to him ABOUT him, not about his ex. Oh well, it was never meant to be I suppose.

Alright, my life has been recapped for you, so I'll leave you with that and a few pictures.

The only bilf in B.I.L.F

BuckCherry

Jenna and I at The Drink

Signing off,

Reena