A curse or a gift?

Let's see... what would the benefits be if I could see into the future? What are the drawbacks? Hmm this is really something to put some thought into.

If you could see the future.. you could avoid all possible accidents that might happen by only leaving your house a few seconds earlier or later... like that woman who rear-ended my car this morning on my drive to school. Ughhh.

But I guess if you could see the future it would mess with your heads, seeing as all your loved ones would die. You would even know the exact date and time of your own death, a LOT to handle.

Would seeing the future mean seeing what would be on all your tests and exams?

That'd be pretty awesome I'd say.

You could also see breakups way before they happened, but would that make it easier or harder?

You could see the winners of any sporting event and make a ridiculous amount of money placing bets accordingly!

Hmm so I suppose that there are a LOT of pros for this power, but in all honesty I don't think they measure up to the truly earth-shattering cons. So while this might be a gift for most people, for me this would definitely be classified as a curse.

How The F@*% Did I Get Here?

As I sit here in the ancient computer lab of room 150, I feel the need to reflect on my life, and, in turn, my future. It is looking very likely that I will be attending McMaster University for Business come September, but why Mac? So look back with me as I reflect on the eventful past few months of my life, leading to my post-secondary decision to attend Mac. So why am I going to Mac?
Because my Dad bought me a car.
Why did he buy me a car?
So I could go to Mac.
I wish it was more complicated, really.
Why is he so set on my going to Mac?
'Well I guess my parents are what you would call "overprotective," with me being an only child and all.
Why am I an only child?
I don't really feel comfortable discussing the intricacies this answer yields...
Why don't I feel comfortable?
Uhh, well. It's just kinda personal isn't it?
Why are you ending your answers with question marks? What's wrong with you?
GODDAMMIT INTERVIEWER LEAVE ME ALONE.
Why are you getting hostile?
I'm going home...
*exit*

MADNESS!!! (word of my break)

My favourite time of the year!
MARCH. MADNESS.
64 teams in a battle to the end!

it changes people.

I finished all the homework I had over the break before it started on Thursday afternoon.

Then, tip-off.

Do you know how hard it is to be interesting on the phone with your girlfriend while trying to pay attention to three really close games that are being played simultaneously? in between hitting the gym, eating, and spending time with the lovely Natalia, the NCAA tournament was my life.<3



Wisconsin over FSU?
bobby?
bobby?
bobby?

HIGHSCHOOL (Verbal Diarrhea)

Highschool pencil shavings lead replacements study sessions stress tests "quests" physics lonnie paul bobby dhal loves life but is depressed bitten fingernails clenched bowels im on a boat holla at me francais mme majetic backpack ecstasy pencilcase graphing calculator schmuck no country for old men initiation cancer patient basketball after school eastdale mr murray hey hows it goin not too bad you eeexcellent goth kids gamer kids gangster kids hardcore brrap staredown friends foes kamran arshad gentle big bad john kijonek absolute legend stock genius tsx down 500 points strong buy 1.0 late nights drunk fights bright lights fluorescent maybe computer lab nothing working damn keyboard sticky letters lashpell huggies questionmark horoscopes big mac food fat washington needle marks just kidding verbal diarrhea pepto bismol write moar write moar write moar stephen draper 1 walker 0 canadian tire how embarassing highschool life laughs most important love<3

The Encounter...

It was a brisk Saturday morning when I decided to walk to my mailbox, for I had not been in weeks, and I'm sure some bills were currently unpaid. As I put the key into my corresponding slot, I felt the wrath of hell smash into the left side of my body. When I regained consciousness, I saw that Usain Bolt himself was standing over me to make sure I was okay.

Apparently, when we collided, the speed was so colossal that we actually created a small black hole on the sidewalk. Usain managed to grab me and to pull me out just in time. The mailbox that was previously located there was not so fortunate. As if I could care about my bills now.

"Sorrie bouddatt mon! Izyu gon b irie?" he asked me.

"What the F@$K are you doing in Winona?!" was my reply.

Even though the left side of my body was completely paralyzed, I stood slack-jawed, in awe of this glorious athlete.

"Well yasie, ah ran 'ere, ay b in trainin fer me nex 'tition mon!"

"You ran here from Jamaica?" I inquired. "How does that even make sense? Jamaica's an island dude."

"Lissen nao ya lil fawkr, ay hitcha ryde onna bakkadat Phelps bwoi azzy swam frum Jamehka ta Flahridda"

Okay, whoa now. Is Usain Bolt cursing at me? F***ing AWESOME. How often does someone get in a banter with an international celebrity? I decided to take it to my advantage.

"You're such a 'rudebwoi,'" I told him. "How did ya get so fast anyway? All that practice runnin' from da po-pos?"

This is where he punched me square in the face. I just got punched in the face by Usain Bolt. Usain Bolt. Punched me. In the FACE. I love my life. Paralyzed and beaten, I could do nothing but watch as the Jamaican wonder ran into the sunset. It was only then I realized how late it was, how long I must've been knocked out for, and how I have to come home to tell my parents that our mailbox fell into a small black hole.

Overall, my encounter with Usain was memorable, even if he was a bit of an ass. But hey, if I was the fastest man in the world, I would be too...

...mon.