Amberations

Sunday, October 31, 2004
well that was a crazy game of poker

Sometimes things work out in ways you never expect. Like when your friend's dog brings you a bit of his sandwich instead of eating the whole thing. This past week in Kingston, Toronto and Hamilton summed up to be one of those times. I never thought that my classmates could mean as much to me as they do now. Some know me inside and out, some only bits and pieces, but all can now be considered gongs.

Anyway, a summation of major MMAT scandals/highlites for those who may be interested:

KINGSTON (Sat-Sun): (see slideshow) Jess and Jon took me out to Kingston from the Tdot Airport and it was just like old times with the crew. We laughed, we gonged, we dogpiled... I yelled in my sleep and cut myself with glass.... just like old times- you guys are the best! We went for breaky on Sunday and spent the afternoon chillin avec our favourite tunes, telling stories, whatever.
Jenny made me a YSPH scrapbook and I cried. It was the sweetest thing, everyone had their own page and wrote little blurbs in the back... I am so not worthy. I can't stop looking at it!

Tdot (Mon-Weds): No pics yet for this trip but all I can say is... fuckin rights! Actually we spent a lot of time doing work and shit. Tuesday Jess and Jordan took us all out to the Madison for some gongfoolery and by the end of the night most were randomly shouting TABAR NAC! and GONGGGGG! Can't imagine where they got those expressions from....

Hamilton: Aka GAYMILTON. It was a quiet town, so can you blame me when I thought the sign up saying "METALLICA IN HAMILTON TONIGHT" was a joke? Really guys... fuck, I am kicking myself. I found out Thursday morning that Metallica had, in fact, actually played a show in Hamilton Wednesday night... who'da thunk?
I drowned my Metallica-lacking sorrows thursday night at a ghetto bar with $2 beer, extremely LARGE women, and much hip hop. It was cool though, MMATS can wigg like the best of em.

Friday (our last night) everyone went out to the 77 club for some dancin; Pete and I took off early to run around Hamilton but I'm told we were there for all the good shit :) Plus this club gives out free bling at the door (see pic)! Ingenus!

I met up with Jess and Andrea in toronto yesterday and, once again, was completely spoiled! Jess had made me a bday present with a few of her fav cds, two beautiful shirts, some dalicious beverage rations and a hand-painted picture frame. Once again, I am so not worthy.

Over the planetrip home I was being gay thinkin about these people whom have always been there. Nothing will ever compare to you guys; thanks for the chats, the gong, the craziness and the chill. (sap sap sap) Come visit soon!

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Friday, October 22, 2004
Liver, you deserve to be punished.

So what's the dilly with my MMAT fieldtrip? For those of you who aren't aware, it's a drinking festival that takes place every year in Toronto; there are some tours of metallurgical facilities as well, however I don't think they are liquor-licensed facilities. For some losers, the trip serves as a taste of the 'real' materials world; for most, it serves as tastes of beer and an idea as to what ones 40 classmates are TRULY like outside of school.

Sat/Sun this weekend is free time, so I won't be in Tdot for five minutes before boarding a bus to Kingston. Already pushing the limits of sleep deprivation and booze ingestion after tomorrow's frat party, this weekend is going to be a rough one. But the opportunity to make up for lost time and see my Kingstonian brethren and sistren is one I cannot not pass up. PLUS IT'S HOMECOMING WEEKEND! In the picture above from last year you'll see the Street party outside my old house. 5000 of my closest friends, gonging together as one. A beautiful thing. A marvel, really. This Saturday.

The parade will be happening Sunday. Most students are drunk by 10am, and march in the parade to the stadium. Last year there was a gong! Perhaps this year I will play mine from the YSPH.
I would say more, but I'd prefer that my Homecoming newbies don't have all the surprises spoiled for them. Gina's got my vodka, Eric's got my nature, Jenny's got some Jimmy Ray, and Johnny's got my Johnny! I have been warned that other guest appearances will be made by Assface, Winter, Autumn, Ang, the 199U girls and other such wonders.
Can't wait to see y'all. Nighters.

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Wednesday, October 20, 2004
an email to autumn

I'm so cranky today. I hate school!! HATE HATE HATE.
I don't deserve this vacation coming up. I don't want to go. All I want is to be able to sit here, eat chocolate cookies like Oreos or chewy chips ahoy, not get fat, still feel good about myself for sitting here and eating oreos when there is so much work to be done, then go out and get plastered with captain morgan.
IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?!

Also ponder this: WHY do they give us engineers so much DAYAM work? Like, do they not want us to actually take the time to learn? All my assignments are crap in my eyes and yet they award marks for it. where's the sense?

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Sunday, October 17, 2004
lunchtime in Japan

Hello. I have spent the day wandering around in slippers and my new Satin PJs. A blog will surely help me get to where it is that I'm going today, should I chose to go anywhere at all.


This is an ode to my Heather. Heather is awesome. Because I feel that everyone should have as good a time as Heath and I do on a regular basis, I will reveal our secrets to you today.

Keys to a grand evening of gong
1. Try freestyle rap. This is very therapeutic. Just call someone's answering machine up, wait for the tone, and start rappin. Last night gave birth to "Blaze is Gay GAY GAY". Other raps in the past have incuded "Lunchtime in Japan", "Andrea we mutha fuckin miss you", and "there's always rice in the cooka". Usually we just rap for Blaze (Heather's bf) but if you are lucky we will leave you a rap someday.
2. Appreciate the blues. THE YALE (Van-townes ol blues venue) kicks some serious ass. Heath and I ripped up the dance floor last night; sure we knocked a few innocent people over but overall we were entertaining for everyone I'm sure. Heath tried to get up on stage to play the tambourine but the guitarist (Brent Parkin) was a stubborn buggar, a tease! Hhe doesn't know what he was missin.
3. Enjoy cheap pizza. There is much cheap pizza in Vancouver; I recommend Mr. Pan on granville. Mr.Pan is a good guy too, he deserves a rap. Only $1 a slice at Mr. Pan.
4. Watch drunk people eat things. Some are just too retarded and shouldn't be eating. The best one I saw was this girl in Subway who was so drunk she was drooling and could barely sit in her seat. But she was clearly extremely hungry and focused on her sub. It was a challenge for her, but eventually she managed to eat some between sways.

There you have it, it's fairly straight forward really. I'm off to the gym! One week til Tdot...

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Friday, October 15, 2004
some people call me Maurice

Well folks, I am 24 now. But before drinking myself into birthday gongaty, I pause to marvel that I have made it this far while achieving satisfactory liver health and brain cell count.
The yesterday wasn't so bad. I had a midterm and 3 assignments to do, but still enjoyed the cheery emails, cards and nice phonecalls of birthday wisdom and such.

So rather than encourage myself to ignore everything unpleasant in hopes of surviving another year of bliss, I've decided to launch future probes into the unknown, expand my horizons, and do things that scare me!
To start, tonight I will go to the engineer's OCTOBERFEUST. It is a sacrifice I know, but I feel all hostility and frustration will be best channelled toward this giant white scary beer tent. There will be oom-pa-pa, my girls, 40 kegs, smelly engineers, and much fun to be had by all.

Lindy is FINALLY coming out and Heathy will be there of course; but I am most excited about reuniting with Maurice, my evil alternate ego.
Happy Birthday Maurice! Aw, all grown up.

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Monday, October 11, 2004
Thanksgonging with the Adams Clan

Great weekend.
Got too drunk.
I put some pics of home up if yall are interested , they are not too gong but they are pretty! No time to write for now but I will soon :)

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Monday, October 04, 2004
"Breaking the Law, Breaking the Law, Dunt, Dunt" -Judas Priest

Friday night someone puked in Katherine's sink. I missed that part of the evening; I'd already gone home; however a few suspects were involved.

Heather: My girl Heather, the silly one. She pukes from time to time, but usually just drools on things during times of gong. Been friends with Heather for twelve years; I would think I was crazy if it weren't for her. This girl is just like me, only crafty and brunette. Like, she gets these amazing ideas after a few Lucky Lagers. She once stole a lawnmower from the UBC Fiji frat house; just started it up at 3am and mowed a strip down university boulevard, all the way to the outdoor pool where we hopped the fence, stripped off our clothes and went swimming of course. Other ideas include torching bushes, serving yourself beer at the bar, and standard sign-stealing. But Heather would never steal a funeral home sign… well she might steal one but she'd never keep it. She's a good sort. She likes CCR and fine, 1.5L bottles of wine.

Katherine: I think I saw her puke once in Mexico but hell we all puked in Mexico. I first met Kath in grade 6, but she was a nerd and I was a popular kid so, you know, we didn't jive. Plus her dad was my doctor. We had made amends by the time grade nine rolled around. She has many talents. She can shake her boobs, drink like a fish, paint, play 'Buffalo Soldier' on her recorder and still be the sensible, layed-back one in times of need. Kath usually speaks in a pirate accent; she's pretty tough. I DID make her cry once when I threw Al, her coconut monkey, into the camp fire. She listens to old country music and Boney M.

Erin aka "Sani": I can't remember exactly when Sani entered Amberations, seems like she's always been around, although it was definitely over ten years ago. She likes her outdoors: biking, hiking, climbing things, that sort of stuff. I have never seen Sani puke, even though she's the cheapest drunk in the group. She's super goofy, laughs a lot and has an extraordinarily long tongue. She can't really stay still, likes to move around, and is usually fiddling with something like her hair, or cracking her knuckles, or just swillin a beer. Sani's a true music lover; loves emo-type music, Jane's Addiction, grunge, beats, random shit.

THE SCENE:
Friday night we began at Katherine's house as Heather, being a dedicated worker at a wine-supply outlet, brought over a box of red wine for sampling. Unfortunetly jagarmeister, Corona, and the standard 1.5L of white were also sampled. Post-sampling, somehow we managed to get onto a bus, arriving at the Stone Temple, a sinister-looking niteclub in downtown Vangroovey.

The evening was straightforward thereafter. Memories include Heather wandering in and out of the DJ booth, rummaging through cds, and conversing with the poor DJ on his upcoming playlist. Katherine sitting on a stool somewhere. Sani dancing with me to Days Go By. Dragging Heather's roommate Jen around for some reason.

We left and got pizza. A bus came. The driver got mad at Heather for rolling around on the dirty floor. I went home to sleep, they went home to Katherine's. They left scary messages on my voicemail such as "AMMMBAAAHHHHH I AM YOUR SISTAHHHHHHHH"

Kath awoke and found cheesy puke in her sink. I think it was Ching.

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