HI,
i read the description on the side of this blog, and realized that what i've been posting doesn't really fit the intent of this blog. So, here is the first of hopefully many memories that will be preserved here.
I was doing some thinkin, and I remembered one particular evening out with Kyle and Ryan. There have not been many times when I have laughed as much as I did that night. It was Go-geous. I will try to remember as much detail, so this post is actually worth reading.
I cant reacall the day, month or year... But it was an early evening in Winter, it was dark, so maybe 8pm. We were in the SRS (may she rest in peace) I also cant tell you what we were doing that day, or what we were going to do later that night, we may or may not have been heading to a movie... for whatever reason we ended up in the parking lot of then A&P. Anyways... there was snow on the ground. christmas-ey. The air was crisp and the three of us (kyle, ryan, and me) were bored, and more than likely talking about something meaningless. I wouldn't be surprised if the topic of discussion that night was the feasibility of a double-shot gun, or where we would go to eat. What came next has reserved a spot in my mind, were it will never leave, so long as I am here. Kyle was piloting and Ryan I believe was first officer of Navigation. I was pressing buttons. We then spent the better part of an hour doing donuts in the empty parking lot, at one point nearly driving off cliff face where we would have surely plummeted to our deaths. but we didn't :) thats pretty much all it was..... but for whatever reason, i still remember it, and I am glad . I a looking forward to christmas and caroling with ben. Ryan, if you read this, contact me :) hi kyle.
Grant
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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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