Pure Canadian Beef

So I got my first grade...and it was a 94%, which in Canadia is actually an A+...I'm really digging this. Just to be clear this was on the first paper for an intro to writing class from one of the easiest grading profs. I've actually been inventing more things to study, so that I don't spend to much time developing my pool shark talents. I've been finding ways to put together definitions in my text book, which has no lists of definitions and then memorizing them. I've also been working on making awkward jokes about dating cute girls that are supposed to up my player cred...no, my player cred is sitting at like negative zero...but my jokes still stand. I've also been working at learning to change flat tires like a euro pro mechanic with a massive mullet...something about these Alberta roads which randomly turn into gravel and even the paved sections are covered in gravel.

My actual classes are Thinking and Writing, Cultural Anthropology, and Christian Life. The first two are 75 minutes four times a week. The other is 75 minutes once a week. I also have a bunch of Discover program specific events going down...and you can't forget chapel for an hour every morning...one morning I actually did forget chapel...then I showed up late and a girl passed out because she wasn't eating enough and I got to be manly and hang onto her in case she fainted again while some nurses took care of her (insert epic hero pose...or even better find one and insert it). I don't really know what else to talk about...actually I'll talk about Tobi. Tobi lives in my room. He has a habit of sitting on the radiator that is slightly disturbing. He also likes to stand on my vintage trunk. He has like fluffy white hair all the way around his head. Tobi is almost always staring at my roommate when my roommates is going to sleep (my roommate stares at a pin-up poster of
Tinker Bell that his sponsor kid drew for him...it's a slightly strange situation when it comes right down to it. The only way I can cope is to stare at my pillow and slobbering all over it. Oh yeah, we were talking about Tobi...Tobi is a pure bred Canadian monkey...and my roommate claims about four times a day that he is 130 lbs of pure Canadian beef. I believe the 130 lbs part of that one...not sure about there being any meat on him though...we'll have to find out. Yeeeaaaahh, moving right along...I declare this blog post over...dead...done...gone...The End...ya catch my drift...well laters folks!