Why Downtown Guelph Sucks

Mood: tired.
Music: depeche mode - precious

So twenty minutes ago I went downtown and was outside for approximately thirty seconds, during which a kindly gentleman tried to sell me drugs, and another fellow touched my bum.

I hate people.

Ta Da.

Hooray for Bruises!

Mood: can't complain
Music: Our Lady Peace - 4am

Anneliese went to Fergus and came back with a FARMER'S TAN!! A ha ha! (This is where everyone laughs at my hick joke.)

Anyways, yeah. Today was our first exhibition rugby game (maybe our only one, I certianly don't know) and, all things considered, I'd say it went well. (That's not to say that we won or anything so don't go getting any crazy ideas into your head.)
Everybody played. It was fun. I got to touch the ball, te he he!
It kind of sucked though, because the superior gender had a match at the same time as us and of course, they got the actual playing field. We too played on a field, persay, but one must keep in mind that this is Fergus and that our field has likely seen more cattle than it has sporting events in it's day.
Something that also kind of sucked was that the cones we used to mark the boundaries of said field were green, making it somewhat difficult to distinguish if you were offside or in an endzone. This was especially true if you happened to be running for your life from one particular Fergus girl (and here I use the term 'girl' quite liberally) who I suspect may have been a rhinocerous in disguise, and who enjoyed nothing more than violently launching herself at you with reckless bloody abandon and hauling you into the earth with all the force of a plane crash.
Which happened to me. It was hawt.

Oh. And the first time I got tackled? That sporty little blue front-opening bra with cris-crossing straps in the back that is perfect for working out in? Decided it was going to stage it's own silent liberation movement underneith my rugby jersey. ...Awkward. Which meant that for the entire first half, my thought process was like "backs out! - backs steep! - BOOBS! - run! - tackle! - AH MY BOOBS! - pass ball - play stopped!!! now if I can just... No! Boys are looking! - AH! - run! run! run! --BUT THE BOOBS!" Etc, etc. And for once I am happy to be an A cup.

All in all, it was quite the experience.

Annnnd, I'm spent!

Oh... what's this?

Oh, that's just the G.C.V.I Improv Team*...

MOVING ONTO THE NATIONALS IN OTTAWA!

That means that out of about, oh, a million different Improv teams all over the country (which is largest in the world, after Russia) they're pretty much the best of the best. Which says something, 'cause Canada is one funny country, don't you know!

Yeah! Go Team! Go Mikey!

...Ta Da!

*G.C.V.I Improv Team shown above is an artist (me) 's rendition. Enjoy.

"Many girls want to be carnal with me because I am such a premium dancer."

Mood: mellow
Music: Hedley - 3-2-1

My goodness, this song is catchy! I actually kind of like Hedley - they're a little like Simple Plan with the cutesy lyrics and all, but without giving you the massive urge to kick your sterio. It's nice, really.

I've found myself once again blissfully wrapped-up in a school-free afternoon of eating, napping, and essentially doing dick all, and I thought I may as well swing by the old blog. Ah, it's nice to be back... So. Havn't really done much of anything lately on account of waking up at 6A.M. every day to kick a ball around in the snow turns me into a bit of a robot. But let me tell you -- when all this is over I will possess such thighs that will spark envy into the hearts of even the Gods! Oh, yes!
One thing I did manage to get around to was organizing and re-naming every single image of Chicago Boy on my computer to things such as "Dirty Frat Boy Josh", "Just Joshin'", and "Josh sees something very exciting to his left, possibly a monkey". You know, to capture the essence of the moments and all that jazz.

I also got around to renting Everything is Illuminated which is now one of my favourite movies. It's one of those make you laugh, make you cry spectacles. Everyone should see it, it's grand.

And now, I'm going to go catch some What Not to Wear. I can't get enough of it. Stacy's such a bitch. I love it.

Ta Da!