Mood: Doing alright

After an interesting time navagating the transit system( I was at the wrong stop on the wrong side of the street) I finally arrived at Kwantlen for orientation day. Looking the signs, it was pretty easy to find where to meet. I got there about 8:30 and I signed in at 9. They weren't ready for me at 8:30...no one is ever ready for me! We were put into random groups(about 15) I was a little worried when it all started, but then when I saw some familar faces from Seaquam, it was great. I'm glad most of the familar faces were friendly as well. Jenny Cory (former director and fellow acting department alumni) Katelin Lapage (Math class and  various others) Jennifer Farrel (Spanish class). Farrel, Jenny and I were all in the same group so it was nice. The rest of day was made up of going from class to class and getting speeches from the various departments of Kwantlen. I was shocked that I acutally learned something I didn't fall asleep(close though) The student guide said when she first went, it cost $47/credit...now, it's $101. Fun...But with all that money paid, we got some need free stuff...notepad...pen..daybook....and a phone cord, which apparently is a symbolic thing because you're "Connecting to Kwantlen" I thought it had something to do with the internet connections. All in All, it was a very nice expericnce. I figured out the room number and the building code system so I'll be fine. Right now though, I'm really tired. I'm not used to getting up early...so I'm gone. Might rant some more tomorrow...

-Cleric

Mood: I don't know...

Wow...Swimfan is a freaky movie that hits too close to home...Except my problem was a little less sevre and 300lbs heavier...but the hair is the same...which is just fucking creepy...Saint and I both agreed that if the Bender thing would have gone any further...one of us might be dead, or in a coma or something...some of the freaky younger grades I've run to would put a knife in my friends back if they had to....ie, Sarah and her interaction with Jen at the EOTS cast party...she told me it was the freakiest thing she's ever seen in a grade 9...But that movie mad me fear for my life once I start the Improv team up again. If Bender comes back...I can't be responsible for my actions...nor Saint's...she's determined to clean up the mess and keep that whore away from everyone in my life. We're in this together. WE had to clean out pallettes with Fight Club...I was in the Fight Club mood...as evident from the last couple blogs. God it was good to see it again. I keep putting in the book scenes into the movie...like the Impala scene and the Fridge scene and the entire book motivation for beginning Project Mayhem. I know the 8 rules of Fight Club, apparently there are 5 of Project Mayhem
1. You do not ask questions
2. You DO NOT ask questions
3. In Project Mayhem, there are no excuses
4. No Lies
5 and you must trust Tyler
For those who aren't paying attention....8 Rules of Fight Club!

1. You don't talk about Fight Club
2. You DO NOT talk about Fight Club
3. If a guy taps out, goes limp, give up, the fight is over
4. Only two guys to a fight
5. One fight at a time
6. No shirts, no shoes
7. Fights will go on as long as they have to
8. The 8th and final rule of Fight Club, if this is your first night, you have to fight

Meh, Improv Fight Club rules may be rewritten for next year...Watching Donnie Darko and Fight Club in one week messes with your head...but then again...seeing something like Swimfan that hit a bit too close to home...I'm so pissed off at Bender now...even though she hasn't done anything recently...I just keep thinking about all the shit she's done and it makes me want to explode in a fiery ball of death. Oh the mistakes I've made, the people I known...the paths I take...Never again...Never again...

-Cleric

Mood:---

Did yesterdays entry make any sense? Yeah, I didn't think so. I
think I was on something at the time of the Blog. Or maybe I was just,
what a surprize, tired. I've scoped out some very nice napping sights
at Kwantlen, so I might put those into good use...These past few days
have been a bit weird. Miller phones everyday even though I keep
telling him I'm busy all week. He keeps asking about Saint again and
again and again and again..."Is she going to Kwantlen? Does she still
have a boyfriend ? How is she doing?" Blah blah blah blah. Those kind
of comments freak her out something awful. She views Miller as a bit of
freak. To tell you truth, somedays I do to. I've known him since
preschool and come to think of it, he hasn't changed. Which come to
think of it, it really bad. The running joke was, "Jon hasn't changed,
the way I view him has"

I'm going to start putting breaks between the thoughts. It's going
to make them easier to read, for me, when I look over my crazy thoughts
everyone in a while.

Out of the blue this evening, the Skankasaurous made her presence
known the the MSN. I swear, this was the first real conversation we've
had in two years. So the question is: What does she want? It began
innocently. Bringing up Crim and Kwat. She's going into Crim in
January. Whoopie. I'm glad I'll be in the second year courses by then.
Now, if this was the old Cleric, he would have freaked out and gone
over the moon in estasy. But, the more highly evovled, wiser, Cleric
knows that something is up and she's doing this for a personal gain.
She even tried to maintain the coversation when I wasn't. She want to
be a cop too?! That is the funniest thing I ever heard. I wouldn't give
her a badge if she was the last person on the face of the earth. She
even started talking guns. Which bothered me. She was always the one to
get creeped out by weapons. She brought up the writing. I showed her
some of my disillusioned writing back in grade 10 and for some
reason, she still remembers and asked to see some new
stuff. .Something is definetly wrong. Is she preying on me because
she knows I had a thing for her in the past? Am I being paranoid again?
Well, my paranoid ranting usually come out to be fact (Hailey Scandel.)
So I'm not paranoid, I'm perceptive. The Pixes song "I've been Tired"
pretty much sums up this.

"And while we're at it baby, why don't you tell me one of your biggest fears?
I said"Loosing my penis to a whore with disease"
"Just kidding" I said "Loosing my life to a whore with disease"

Spamming and Spyware should be made crimes. While the government is
working on hitting the downloaders and the rippers, they are ignoring
the biggest threat to computers. SPYWARE! I was just at a lyric site
and three or four pop up dialers came up and my anti virus program went
nuts, screamining Trojan. Lyric and porn sites seem to be the biggest
culprates of this. Not like I go porn sites...um,
but it should be a crime. My parents get 7 Spam emails an hour. Once I
finally got my mom's email account running she had over 2760 emails. It
took me five mintues to delete them all and I was just holding down the
delete key...it was 99.9% Spam. I almost cried. I had this Spyware
dialer on my comp that first deleted MSN Explorer, then took all the
Google searches running on Microsoft Internet explorer to different
sites. I had to format the comp to get rid of it. If I could find the
people involved with "Starware" I'd hunt them down, drag them into the
street, and shoot them...Not like I could...Maybe a sniper rifle, No,
just kidding. There's no violent nature here, just a love for the art
of the firearm.

Saint has informed me of a party that's going down Sunday. She just
invited Jenny. I had a feeling Saint would. SHe also said that Jenny
wouldn't go if I was there and ask me if we were fighting. It was
another one of her so called jokes. Not as sharp as the last one, but
it cut deep. Jenny has been on my mind recently, which is good. Keeps
me from thinking about other things...scary things...Like Swimfan and
the Skanasaurous.
Nice to have something to strive for.

"In all the darkness, in all the chaos, she's the reason you keep fighting."

Another parting thought:
"Yes, Starfleet Marines are pointless, but they are just so cool"

-Cleric

Currently Playing: Agent Orange's "Living in Darkness"
It's from the Buffy Soundtrack...Any song with Darkness in the title is the best!

PS. When you think about typing, it gets harder to do...

Mood:

come from an acting and playwriting background. Most of my prose tends to written like a play. Have some fun with this. The only reason I'm writing is to verify some things in my life right now. fficeffice" />

Three rings...she hated when it rang like that...
"Leave a message, I'll get to it as soon as possible, thank you"
hmm, he changed it. She suggested the thank you...
"Hey it's me, too bad I didn't catch you, I'll be in town for a while. Phone you at your place? Number still the same?"

Jill sat on the bed, one leg crossed under the other, running an irritated hand through her short, red hair.
"Come on; just tell me, what was the best relationship you ever had?"
"You don't want to hear it," Todd said, "it's a boring story"
"I bet it's not." Jill said, now toying with him. "I told you mine, fair trade"
Todd laughed "Three months after high school does not a great relationship make."
"It was special to me, that’s all the matters. She paused. "Why is yours special?"
Todd finally came out of the washroom, toothbrush sticking out of his mouth. He quickly turned back and gave a quick spat. In a single gesture he flicked off the lights and climbed into bed beside Jill.
"Alright, get comfortable, it's story time. This all started a long time ago."

He loved the rain; it was an advantage when living on the West Coast. But right now, the warm student lounge was a better option than the long walk to the overflow parking lot. Todd let himself fall into one of the deep chair against the window. It was quiet, around 7:50. He always liked to stay after class to catch up on a few things. Tonight was no exception. He gave a quick wave to Becky behind the counter, the short haired blonde barrista working on a major in English Lit. She smiled and brought him over a piping hot coffee.
"I didn't know this was full service establishment." he grinned at her
"If you’re the only one here is it." she smiled back.

The enamel mug was just slightly scolding to the touch, but on a day like this, no one seemed to care. Todd plunked the mug on the nearby table and opened his book bag. A tattered Crim textbook and a notepad followed. A Parker pen clicked and now Todd was emerced into his studies. He quickly jotted "Crime and Superstition of the 18th Century" at the top of the page and found all of the highlighted sections. After 10 minutes he had a solid page of notes. Of course, no one but him could read them. The reason no one ever asked him for his notes. After another 10 minutes, he decided to take a break and take in that coffee. The warm liquid penetrated his being and circulated the warmth around him. This was a good day. Before he could take another sip, the door chime brought his attention to the entrance way. The newcomer was soaked to the bone and futilely trying to pry off a pair of wet gloves. The now gloveless hands lowered the wet hood and a wonderful head of short length brown hair was revealed. She turned around and Todd got his first good look. This stunning woman had green eyes that were brought out by the darkness of her hair and the fairness of her skin. She smiled to Becky as she sat down in another chair adjacent to Todd. She brought out a phonebook sized Bio text book and a thick deck of flashcard...
Very nice, a cute nerd. Todd smiled to himself as he just watched her study. Every once in a while she would look up from the deck and run her hands through her hair. She was obviously cold from the weather, yet didn't seem to mind.
It's the eyes, something about the eyes; I have to buy that woman a coffee...
Todd got up from his chair and went over to Becky. He pointed to the new girl.
"Ever seen her in here before?"
"Oh yeah, three or four times a week, usually in the morning."
"What does she usually order?"
"Todd, now why would I know that?" Becky stammered out.
"Come on, you know what everyone drinks. You are a superbarrista after all."
"Flattery will get you everywhere. She orders a small mocha with no whip cream and vanilla flavor."
"Can I...”
"One coming up."
"Thank you, I owe you one."
"Just remember that when finals roles around, I still need a Psych tutor"

The blonde came up from behind her. She put a coffee in front of her and indicated to a guy several chairs away. Melissa smiled and gave a little wave. The young man returned it, in a kind of gawky nervous way. She almost laughed at him, but was too busy letting the warm coffee restart her systems. The weather wasn't fit for man or beast and the walk from the bus stop got longer every morning. How did he know how she liked her coffee? Hmm, psychic and cute, she smiled to herself. After a few more long sips of the coffee, she had to say something. He was still there with his nose buried in a dog-eared crimbook. What the hell, just a thank you and that's it.

Why was she nervous? She had never been nervous before, especially when it came to a small think like this. She sat down in the chair across from him and managed to the word "hi" out.
"Thanks for the coffee." She said, smiling at him and biting her lip. She always did that when she was nervous. Why was she nervous?
"The least I could do. You looked like you needed it." He smiled back at her.
"Name's Todd." He extended his hand and grabbed hers in a gentleman's handshake. Shake my hand? Who is this guy?
"I'm Melissa."
"The pleasure is all mine, Melissa." What a pro, repeats the woman's name to remember it. I bet his fellow knows all the tricks.

"And?"
"And what?" Todd asked holding Jill beside him. His armed wrapped around her neck, their hands entwined.
"You two?" Jill asked again with fevered anticipation.
"Do you want me to finish?" Todd asked again, pretending to scold her.
"Of course, you're getting to the good parts?"
"What? These aren't good?" Todd said in fake shock.
"No, I just want the more... exciting parts" Jill said, with a coy smile.
"Come on, I have to tell the whole thing, or the rest of it won't make sense."
"Ok" Jill said snuggling closer. Todd knew how to weave stories, "Keep going."

End of Part I
Sorry about the spelling...it's another bad night...

-Cleric

Mood

Labour Dabour Day...I never appriciated it until now...if there was no Labour Day, we'd all have to go back to school on a Monday. Which would be the worst. But a tuesday lessens the blow. I'm getting up and out to Kwat by 7 even thought my first class isn't unti 2pm. I'm showing Mike around and hitting the weight room. Mike has had a bitch of a time registering. He was in Poland with no internet when his registration date was, so he had to let his parents do it. He's also never been on the campus. So if he can find the Fishbowl at 7:30, I'll kick him around the place before his 8:50 class. We used to be tight in grade 8, so it's going to be cool. The Talon Room (weight room) is a great place, and I intetend to make full use of it and get back to my pre EOTS weight and muscle tone...Now I have the motivation (Jenny) and the time, it's going to be easier. What else? Well, the creative writing portion of the blog is coming along ok. I just realized that I do write like a play, I have very little setting description, but a lot of dialouge and action. Internal monolouges seem to play a big part too. Just be glad my style has changed...the old stuff? ugh...postapocalyptic urban warfare in invincible suits, Mustangs and guns...Anyway, Saint and I hung yesterday, we had to walk her sister home from her job, but on the way, we walked past a mutal friends house. The reminance of a party were on the street, people just coming out. Of course, all drunk and/or high. Most of them current acting students. Thank god no Bender..but it was one of the most akward and weirdest situations I have ever been in. It makes me rethink my postion on coaching the Improv team. Do I really want to go back to THAT?!
I didn't exactly finish...just had a comp error...I just finished a long convo with Jenny...Saint says that we sure have a lot to talk about.  I don't know what to attribute that to. We just talk and we're both up at this time, so it's convienent...
I like being convienent...
-Cleric

Mood: I haven't filled out a mood for a whlie...hmmm

Ok, I've been on quite a streak lately and it's feeling good, I've been writing blogs earlier because of the time differental, what? Five, maybe six hours? The only downside being on this site...oh well, I still love it. Anyway, tomorrow is the first day of class at Kwat and I have a few things to deal with...Mike and his problems...I know I don't HAVE to deal with his problems, but hey, what's a friend for? So now he found out he wasn't registered for ANYTHING and Kwat hasn't taken his payment...that's a sure sign they don't have you in...all they do is take money...damn Liberals...I'm really glad I can legally vote in the next election...I've been meaning to take the Liberals down for a while. But with Mike...if he can find his way to the lounge, I'll point him in the right direction of the office of the register and sort this thing out with him. Miller is my second problem...this guy won't leave me alone, I forgot to unblock him after that last annoying internet thing, so apparently he booted up his old account and found me out...not like I care, he's very forgiving...actually, it's more like forgetful...give it a few days. I'll probably have lunch with him tomorrow anyway and things will be forgotten. I wonder how many other Seaquamites are going to be at Kwat tomorrow? I bet it's more than the five I ran into at the orientation. Apparently I'm the only one with a major...It says very clearly on my registration MAJOR: CRIMINOLOGY...almost everyone else I know is taking a smattering of courses in general studies. I'm glad I have some direction in my confusing life...

Saint suggested we go to the gym today, then she backed out for...some...um...personal reason that even I as her best friend should know. But we're going to see REII this week and we're going to drag our "respected other" out to see Shaun of the Dead, which looks really good (There's no "i" in team, but there's an "i" in pie) A romantic comedy with zombies? How could I refuse? "Respected Other?" What the hell does that mean? But that's the best way to describe Jenny when comparing  her to Saint and her bf...Jenny and I aren't anything except friends...but one day...maybe something else? Too many questions, so little answers...I thought I was going to college to learn some things and get some answers, but all I'm left with is questions...but the way Saint puts it..."Why would she talk to you online, for so long if she didn't like you?" Usually after a comment like that, she'll add loser, or geek or something like that. Whatever, I'm used to that. But the other day she said shut up like in a real mobster kind of tone. She apologized something crazy. I wasn't bothered at all, that's not me. She's been getting more obscene phone calls from her "Redneck Stalker" I warned her about that one. But then again, she's warned me about a lot of people, warning I didn't heed until it was too late...Bender...Kirstin...etc...if Saint was around in grade 10 i don't htink I would have gone through the hell I did, but she went the corispondence root for a year. It was just to get away from the crazy counsellor and the Vice Principal. They thought she was a witch! I'm not exagerating, she wore a necklace that resembled a pentagram and they brought everything against her.  She does believe in Wicca, but we all know that's not witchcraft...ignorent bastards...Jenny says a career aspiration of hers is a school counsellor, I joked around and said it would be an improvement. The current staff at Seaquam are just bastards. Kwat, they seem to be ok and they actually care about the students! That's a new one for me...I hope I get used to all the small changes that college life brings...calling profs by their first names..counsellors that care...a library that actually has decent books in it...a catered cafe...it's going to be good.

After playing Counter-Strike off of Miller's account for a couple days...I really shouldn't get my own CD key...I mean, I have a lot of better things to do with my time than frag a bunch of stupid morons. I can't stand the people with the mics and they talk shit. ALL THE GUYS PLAYING THESE ONLINE GAMES SOUND THE SAME! It's freaky. Sure, Miller might have the time, but I have a full course load and a complicated life...so no CS for me. I guess it's a good thing. Bunch of assholes...I've seen a guy gun me and all my teamsmates down in one go...bad part? HE WAS ON MY TEAM! I've seen this guy run  at the speed of light with a knife killing everyone in his way and say he's not hacking...what ever happened to sportsmenship? I guess it's dead, especially in online gaming...(sigh)

The theory of Serendipity always intriqued me.
Websters defines it as: The faculty of making fortunate discoveries by accident. Ok, I like that. But I always thought of it like this...only applies to romantic relationships...what if there's this one person. You see them everyday, everywhere you go, by sheer coincidence..you think you reconized them from somewhere else...once you get to know them, you realize they have been there at almost every moment in your life...some how you had the chance to run into each other a hundred times before, but for some reason, this one moment is the one...I don't know, it was a premise for a short story set...I want to see that Kate Beckinsale/John Cusak movie of the same name. Looks good...and anything with Kate is worth a watch, at least once.  I found out yesterday Jenny and I  had the same elementary teachers (except for grade 3) so if she was a year older/I was a year younger, we could have known each other for a long time. But it seems like we have anyway. I'm just comfortable around her. I can't say she feels the same way about me. It's like "Five Days in May" by Blue Rodeo... I don't know how things will turn out. I've been saying that in pretty much every entry I've written this week. But I just hope it'll turn out for the best.

"Sometimes the word begins to set you up on your feet again and it wipes the tears from your eyes. How will you ever know the way that circumstances go, it's going to  hit you by surprize and I know my past you were there, in everything I've done...
You are the One"

-Cleric

Website(s) of the Week: A little double hit tonight...
www.applegeeks.com
A link through Megatokyo brought me to these guys..another online webcomic...(sigh) why do I like these things so much?
http://www.jkcinema.com/gamesmov.asp?type=5
These "Urban Legend" movies are great! Scary as hell...but know at least the page doesn't have Hentai ads all over the place...that shit freaks me right out...

PS: I'll probably add a Kwat day II entry tomorrow...

Mood: Tired....surprized?

Well, I've been here since 8 and I've gotten alot done...met up  with Mike and determined he is screwed and needs to re-register for all his courses. I got a locker...but I should have gotten it in G building, but hey, that's a mistake I'll make up for next semister...I still haven't gotten a weightroom pass. I'm not in the mood to workout today...nor I'm I in a mood to wait in  line at the KSA again.I think once a day is my limit. So I'm just here at the library computer wasting time until my first class at 2pm...I've ran in to a  few more Seaquam people...some I wished I hadn't...it's funny, the people you like, you'll probably never ever see again...while the assholes you've met, you'll see everyday...isn't this a great system? I''m sure loving it....I probably check my email too...see if Jenny's up..and if this comp has Messenger...probably not...anyway, I emailed her this morning to wish her luck on her first day of grade 12. I don't know why, maybe I just felt like giving her some encouragement. Not like she needs it for school. She's really bright and it's nice to see that these days when I've been in the midst of stupid people for the past 5 years. I just freaked out because I saw what looked like a giant metal snake on the garbage can beside the comp station...well, that's what it is...a sculture made of metal tubing....this school is going to take some while getting used to....at lot of time...I spend most of the morning in the Fishbowl, writing...I got a great idea for a scene last night...while I wasn't sleeping...It was so filled with emotion I was crying as I was writing it...which is odd...it's a scene I've been penning for a while and never actually wrote it out, just thought about it in fragments...I think it turned out pretty good...nice thing about Kwat's library, I don't have Lawler over my shoulder watching to make sure I don't go to any blog site...not like I ever do during school hours....right....yeah...I think I did that once...this is like one big spare...I mean, I shouldn't even be here. I should have stayed in bed until 10, had a bit of lunch and caught the 12:00 bus out here...instead I got up at 6, had breakfast and took the 7:25 bus out here...I missed the 6:46 one...I'm getting used to the buses...now if only I could get used to losing so much money to this school...10 for a locker...5 for a lock...there goes all my cash money...I hope the cafe has an interact machine or I'm going to be quite hungry for the rest of the day...if something like that ever happened i'd just hit the nearby Greek place. They are bound to take interact..if not, I'll find an ATM or something...Jon was here at about 9...he was sitting in the G building lobby...I don't really get his deal...he says he's a full time student, yet only taking 3 courses...I've stopped trying to figure him out a long time ago...like a back in grade 5...I was at the computers in the lounge, but they are just awful...the weridest operating system I've ever seen....like a retarded version of Windows 98...maybe 95 even...I have a feeling my Ipod battery is going to go soon...been pressing too many buttons and skipping tracks...but Im sure it'll last all day...I'm not going to have it on for 4 hours during class...and then I'll go home...I should check the return bus times too... and my email...ok, I'm done

-Cleric

Mood: Relieved

so, college life....well, I have to say, it's different. I'm never eating in the cafe again (maybe on sushi day...) it's just too expensive for bad food. Which is a bad combo. The Lounge has good food for a decent price. I spent so much time there in the morning. I was in the library for comp access only. But tomorrow, I am determined to use the weight room. I have one course at 10 and I'll have plenty of free time. I ran into a few more familiar face. Apparently I'm not ready to meet anyone new. I just keep seeking out the people I know. I think it's funny, people who never talked to me in high school, now become all buddy buddy with me. I think it has something to do with the old cliche system. We all represent the past and some are trying to cling to that. It's kind of sad. So 2 out of my 5 prof seem like great people...Doc Welsh and Laura...um..Ms. Huey? I still can't do the first name thing...I'm no longer worried about Jenny not returning my email...I just remembered season 4 of Angel came out today. She said it would lessen the B2S blow...I can't compete with that...not trying to...By the way, this is one of these entry to start the day up. So I'll be adding to it tomorrow...I'm going to find the other computers...I know there has to be more than just the library...they have really bad keyboards....wimp touch control...

I have the oddest feeling that I was a father in a previous life...if you believe that sort of crap...so I guess Jenny and Saint are going to win the bet later on...The scene I penned this morning is just so deep, it's about having kids and what that means...I was almost crying..and I never do that..especially about kids...I'm weird...I'll finish this off sometime tomorrow