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centipede or the egg - 2000-10-15
Okay, so it was a fantastic weekend, but it for surely was not long enough. I have to wake up tomorrow, it will be 8:15, and I really will not want to spend my birthday learning about the nature of the Franks, or "interpreting" poetry. I need another day off, because this weekend was wild. I went dancing twice, with two different partners, with two largely different groups of people, but it was nice. Last night I was in the big city of Guelph, which is noticably different than Waterloo. Kim mentioned about how there really were no "hootchie" girls around, and how everybody seemed classy and reserved. At Phil's on Friday, I got to see a topless hairy dude try to pick a fight with a girl, and get in the bouncer's face. Bouncer, all in the spirit of keeping the peace, told them if they wanted to fight, they were going to have to go across the street. After the club on friday, I ended up in a surreal situation, that is in the apartment of my former boss (and, uhh, now friend) until 4:00AM. See, this is weird, because in high school, I always had a friendly crush on, but, hell, she was my boss. She isn't anymore, so it was nice to kind of make a new friend, one certainly who has much in common with me. A wild weekend brought on wild dreams. I made it to the end of the Niagara Escarpment, and there were these very large eggs in the woods there. One broke open, or I cracked it, I forget, but inside in plastic bags were expired food items from Vince's. The feelings I had, it seemed, were like the Blair Witch Kids finding Josh's ear, or whatever the hell that was. I then remember squaring off with a giant centipede, and vanquishing it with a vacuum cleaner. --- I took a poor combination of vitamins, it seems, and my stomach is dancing. I really ought to get to bed, and pray I don't sleep through my seminar tomorrow... But, happy birthday to me. I will have a good day.
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