well,
It's been quite some time since i actually mad a real post. So here goes.
Its Wednesday the 16th and i'm sitting in my room reading a book about how the west destroyed Africa. all day, i once again did nothing. I just watched the Picton Montage, which made me want to be home for Christmas that much more...i'll be home on the 23rd and ready to spread some Christmas cheer.
the past two weeks i have been 'studying' for my exams. I've had three thus far, and each has went better than anticipated. Im hopin Peace Studies is the same way.probably not tho.
My days consist of waking up with intentions of studying my stuff all day. but each day i spend way too much time on the web, looking at stuff that gets me no where. a good portion of my day is spent trying to think of, and looking for, good movies that i have not yet seen (last week i was refered to 'In Bruges' = good). by the time 7:30 roles around (like now) i have done little to no studying. And, since the exam is not till friday i will probably not Acually study till 5 o'clock tommorow eve. sigh.
i dont feel i've (well, i actually haven't) accomplished anything worth while in the past weeks. unless you count class. which is all i've done. I feel i need to get out, and do something intense.
I look forward to Christmas
Best,
Grant DeVries
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The Creation of The Great White Alligator
There once was a small collection of highschool students who spent their unassigned periods playing asshole and doing donuts in the laurier hill parking lot. Over the years of their tomfoolery they documented many a humorous story and anecdote, many of which were not entertaining in the least to anyone who did not experience them first hand. Time passed, fruit dropped, flesh sagged, and soon those highschool students were university students. Their academic endevours were varied. Between them they would gain knowledge of the modern and ancient history of the Who people, how to manufacture and program harbingers of death, the fine art of fake engineering, and... whatever Ryan's taking.... pharmaceuticals or something. Sorry Ryan. Distanced too were the locations of their institutions of education. Their lines of communication were not guaranteed to stay intact. It was decided that the memories were to be preserved in the salty brine of the internet. What was created was a documentation of the events that surpassed within the time that was spent together by these fine young men. The piece was named after one of the most illogical and nonsensical conversations that was ever engaged by the group. And thus was born, Great White Alligator.
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