I am totally pumped for univeristy this year.

People have asked me how’s k country numerous times, I barely if ever answer honestly, or fully... but here’s the low down.

I’ve become a total mother bitch motherfucker. Who would have thought?


I don’t know if being out here has brought out the worst in me, or if it were a series of events that occurred throughout last year. But as it stands, I am a total bastard, and at the same time, I am not fake- I am as genuine and as real as gravity.

As of day 1 being out here, I have barely strayed from previously established friends from last year, and as a matter of fact I barely associate with my best friends from last year. And I actually pride myself in having the fewest friends out of anyone else out here.

Hilariously enough I have not engaged in small talk or chit chat with anyone: when I go to the staff cafeteria and there are people who I literally spent my entire summer with last year talking to non-stop, I ignore them- I honestly sit there and eat and don’t say a single thing, and even if someone say “Andrea” who was my best friend last year talks to me about the weather or some shit that is so obviously superficial filler with no purpose I’ll say “yeah” or some other method of ending the conversation. Other people who I don’t know or care to know I’ll just ignore if they tried that shit with me.

I don’t know how I got to this point, people have commented on it, but I feel there is perhaps less pressure to be on the spot when I’m being honest.

But then again everyone out here is petty, young, and extremely shallow.

And I am a crusty old bastard stuck in a 21 yearold body.

I feel like I have aged a decade since last year, I feel like I have seen it all and know it all, and the future is bleak and unforgiving.

My taste is wine has jumped dramatically since last year: bottles I loved taste like vinegar to me today. I no longer question my reason for existence or the meaning of life, because I realize we do what we do because we must. We do it because it is easy and this is how things are, this is how the cookie crumbles or the gravy stains the shirt.

I don’t even really care about anything- I was kinda seeing a girl, but I changed my mind in days- no real reason, I just decided I didn’t want a girlfriend, or anything. I was totally happy for about 4 days, and decided I like being miserable better.

It was funny I was really, really really drunk canada day and there was a fire alarm pulled on floor 700, so this girl jamie and myself went to check it out- I was so drunk I barely recall any of this. She ended up getting caught taking a pack of pizza pops and effectively had every single one of the guys on 700 and all of the proshop on mine and especially her ass… and I love it. Years ago I could not stand being hated by a fly, and now I am hated by 1/3 of the golf course and love it. The guy who caught us, well mainly jamie as I can’t stand pizza pops anyway and thus would never steal them, tried night and day to get us fired from the golf course. it would never happen, however that is beside the point. The fact that he tried so diligently to get people fired from the golf course over 1.50 worth of pizza pops blows my mind. I would have written my resignation if he could have reenacted how he tried to convince my boss (and best friend out here) why I should be fired over stealing a 1.50 worth of pizza pops with a straight face and without sounding like a complete dipshit.

Hilariously enough I think he may get axed… which won’t stop the rest of his floor hating me.

I love it. I no longer have to pretend to be interested in anything these meathead guys have to say, I no longer have to worry about giving any of them rides to work as they would honestly choose to crawl on their hands on knees through lava than ask for a ride from me… It’s great.


I’m definitely unreasonably jaded by my growing up in the north end of Saskatoon.