The Blog That Never Was
I was going to write a nice, funny blog about how I survive when it's rainy out. It was going to be cute. With maybe like a picture of a frog umbrella.

But then accidently Vancouver decided it was the apocalypse.

Crazy rain/wind. Trees a fallin'. Now we can't drink water without boiling it. Seriously? SERIOUSLY?

The worst parts of this are twofold:

1) We didnt know

I didnt know until Sharon and I went to starbucks before going out tonight and they were selling nothing. NOTHING.

So basically a dirty bomb could blow up Robson and we wouldnt know.

Alien attack, biological threat, free sex and we'd miss it all.

If I die from this I'm going to drag my 20 something basement dwelling zombie ass out of the ground and wreak havoc.

2) i have to keep studying.

And by studying I mean doing an oral report on "Comic Relief in Science Fiction" and a 10 page essay on "U.S. Hegemony as represented through the Terminator Trilogy".

When did school become a trail of bullshit I just have to plough through? When did I stop hating school because I was afraid I was too stupid and couldnt comprehend and start hating it because it was just ridiculous crap? Now I'm more worried about getting so-so marks because I don't care than failing. Failing CAN'T happen anymore. God I need to graduate.

God I need water

and that free sex from before. It's kind of like water....

...or so I'm told

CAM