From left to right: Genna, Kerra.
Previous: September 5th, 2003
Next: September 10th, 2003
PS14j - September 6th, 2003
(Photos by William Matheson, Jenn Smith, and Drew Vinson)
Drew Vinson's pictures:
From left to right: Genna, Kerra.
Seated, left: Joel Miller. Else: Meghan (to his right),
Chester (seated, farther right), Ian (standing, far right). See
the high-res version of this image.
Left: "I don't want to be here... Who is this guy? Maybe
if I close my eyes..." =)
Man, Issmat gets all the lovin'! Don't take him places unless you want
to reduce your chances of picking up to zero.
See the high-res
version of this image.
"And then, something happened that caught William's attention."
From left to right: ?, Issmat Al-Akhali (SMUSA VP Internal Affairs),
Chris Richards (SMUSA VP External Affairs). See
the high-res version of this image.
Terri-Lynn (left) could only be with us for a short while because she
had a prior engagement with her Cheerleading group. Yes, we stayed at the
Gorsebrook instead of joining a Cheerleader Pub Crawl. We are stupid.
Centre: Jessica Bitsack.
See the high-res
version of this image.
There's Dibber (Steve) again on the right. Before Craig filled me in, I said he was probably the nicest guy I know that
I don't know the name of. See
the high-res version of this image.
Awww...
From left to right: ?, Steve Slaunwhite. See
the high-res version of this image.
Rear: Matt Langille (star of William
Matheson's 'The Artifact'!), Ben Francis.
Me, laying down my urban beats.
Adam Maher
Sha- never mind, I think he wants to get a job again, so I'll stop
typing.
Right, orange: Matt Cameron (past SMUSA VP Internal Affairs).
Left: Erine.
Camera: Jonathan Kincade (SMUSA VP Academic).
Right: Matt Harley.
See the high-res
version of this image.
Rats, I knew I should've kept the gotee.
Back right, sort of facing the camera: Mouse (Erica), Keith.
Lookit mah slikk mohves! I can have any woman I want. I don't
play it, I just fake it. Uh, wait a sec...
From left to right: Eileen, Craig. See
the high-res version of this image.
See the high-res
version of this image.
This is my stylin' "walk sideways past the DJ's booth because that's
the only way to get to the washroom" pose.
Keith.
Right: Mouse (Erin).
Aww, poor Dibber. He's not smiling! Let's get his woman
back!
There. Now that's the Dibber we all like to see.
Jenn Smith's pictures:
From left to right: ? (not the ?, another ?), Jenn Smith
(contributor!), Kathleen. See
the high-res version of this image.
See the high-res
version of this image.
From left to right: Spaz (Jeremy), ?, Paul Archer. See
the high-res version of this image.
Is there something wrong with Jenn's camera?
(Cropped and downsized version of this
high-res image.)
William Matheson's pictures:
Mouse (Erin)... today only: straight hair! Aww... See
the high-res version of this image.
Keith, you rule, man. Left: Kerra. See
the high-res version of this image.
From left to right: Crystal, Lyndsay, Joel Miller. See
the high-res version of this image.
See the high-res
version of this image.
From left to right: Meridith Hand, Aimee Semel.
Chester! I found him! The biter's getting all your attention! Let's
get him! =) Left: Julia. My last shot of Julia... <sniff>
See
the high-res version of this image.
From left to right: Craig, Carolyn. See
the high-res version of this image.
From left to right: Matt Langille, Ashley Lane, Joel Miller. See
the high-res version of this image.
See the high-res
version of this image.
Right: Mouse (Erin).
Paul Archer®: Jenn's preferred method of transportation to The
Palace. See the high-res
version of this image.
At The Palace. I remember the journey, but it's amazing that we got
there, considering that I spent some time lying on my back on the walking
path for some reason. See
the high-res version of this image.
Diary entry written in McNally East after getting back from The Palace:
I’ve lost my backpack in the Gorsebrook. Yep, it’s pretty stressful, especially considering I figured that I was going to get it back as soon as I got back to campus. The bar staff tells me it’ll probably turn up by Monday morning, though. Actually, first the man told me they were closed, just in case that I’d think they’d be open and serving alcohol at 4 o’clock in the morning.
If I do lose it and everything in it, it’s no great tragedy – I’ll just have to grab my course syllabi again and I’ll have to write a few journal entries from scratch. Actually, that kind of is a tragedy. Anyway, my name is all over the stuff that’s in the backpack, and there’s nothing valuable in it, so there’s no reason I can think of that it shouldn’t come back to me. I can even discount the possibility of someone holding it out of spite towards me (as has happened with many of my things throughout grade school) because it was a semi-private function and I knew everyone there.
It’s funny that I should lose my backpack so soon after finally finding my cheque from Nanny and Grampy (which was lost because I had placed its envelope between the pages of a paperback that I neglected to open upon my return – I only found it when Grampy suggested that I might have put it inside a book); I guess we’re just not meant to have everything at our fingertips.
Amusingly, this isn’t the first time I’ve left behind my backpack – I left it in the trunk of Steve’s car to go on a brief outing, and I forgot to get it when they dropped me off. They were gracious enough to drive back to my house the following afternoon and leave it with my mother. Thanks, guys.
I’m willing to recreate my week from scratch if I have to, but I’d really rather not. Things would be lost, and as you might realize, I’ve had enough of losing things for now.
Tonight was a pretty wild night (if the lost backpack wasn’t any indication). Everything was pretty well lubricated – I had five drinks myself, which is about two to three beyond being “hammered.”
I was crying in the games room and the manager told me that it was time to get up and leave. “Your mom sings in my choir.” Crazy.
Latifa… no, Laushauna… no, Los… anyway, she told me to calm down. She kept asking me why I was always hyper and seeking popularity. I didn’t have an answer for her except to say something about Asperger’s Syndrome. Generally, if I have to resort to naming that, it’s a sign things aren’t going so well.
I got into the Palace for free thanks to Archer. He’s a real stand-up guy.
They’re going to print my Op-Ed in the Journal, but it will run at around 800 words instead of the original 1300+. I guess that’s the price you pay for mass acceptance. I hope they don’t cut out all my jokes. (update: Op-Ed was well-received.) I need my self-depreciating humour – I mean, if I didn’t have that, when would someone take pity on me? =) But since I have a sort-of date for next week, maybe someone already did.
There was one moment where I was kind of irritated with Spaz when he came and ended a conversation I was having with Karinne. It was worthwhile, though, because when I mentioned it to him later he said that it didn’t matter – in fact, because she has a long-time boyfriend, these were his exact words: “Your chances were like minus 3000.”
Well, that’s 3000 better than usual. =)
I wish people could accept me. Actually, I think they already do accept me – that might be just the trouble. (update: Why did I write that?)
(update: On Monday morning, just before the Gorsebrook re-opened, I found my backpack still sitting exactly where I left it. The staffer did look in that part of the bar on my behalf, but it could have been too dark for him to see it. Anyway, this episode has resulted in an increase in backpack awareness on my part, and this awareness has prevented me from losing even more (and more valuable) things.)
See all the high-res images linked to from this page, on one page. (Not for faint-of-heart computers.)
Previous: September 5th, 2003
Next: September 10th, 2003
