21st of August 2005

Well today is like the day of days. Its like everything just decided to happen today. Besides the phantom shiter striking for the first time this year, we also had a free bbq for dinner. Though questions were raised as to how the so many homemade hamburgers were acquired, but quickly silenced as we all go to hungry to ask. But our hunger wasn’t to be sated as the grill making our burgers caught on fire along with our burgers and covered the lawn where the bbq was in thick black smoke. We were fed in the end, albeit the burgers were a little charred, but it was made up by our hunger.

One thing that people have asked me, and I hate having to repeat stuff, I mean I suppose I could because I could just copy and paste the answer and no one would know. So each time people ask what it was like here, and where I was living, I could just copy and paste the answer, but I could just as well just post it up so no one even have to ask. Well it’s small and crap. And on the outside it looks like the Science block. I’m serious, very much like school this place is red, they insist on red bricks. It’s hauntingly eerie. It’s like I can’t escape, or have escaped but realized that the whole entire world is just a big ball of shit so moving anywhere makes no difference. Although, I hear things about a place called the Boiler in Morocco which sounds interesting. I think if I was ever going to make another mistake it would be there. Who can resist the urge to go to a city exclusively run by the scrum which exists as some utopian slum? Anyway let me further explain what this Wiley Hall is like. The corridors go for ages, takes like 5 min to walk to the other side at a nice leisurely corridor walking pace. The interior like all buildings make in the 70’s consists of a lot of laminating. Kind of like the floor to the science rooms back in school. My desk for the most part looks like it was made from the older seats from the Mem. Hall. The showers and the toilets are like the old changing rooms on top of the Glenn centre before they were demolished to make way for the new art department. Its kind of strange that I’m sort of landed in a place that’s just Scotch if it ever was a university. I mean everything’s red here as well, and most of the buildings have this very monastic feel about them. For now that’s all I can think of, if I remember and think of more I’ll write it up. One more thing, the woman’s toilets have narrow doors, I think that’s like a subtle way of saying no fat chicks.