Gaudy.

LAST TIME ON: TALES OF OUR LIVES

She pulled her hand back from the slap as he grasped his face, his eyes an erratic compound of tears and confusion. Huffing, she turned around and stormed away, her boots stomping on the light concrete floors of the rain-infused cafe.

"Sneha, wait!" Wayne tripped over his left foot as he stumbled after her.

"NO!" She turned around and pointed at him, glaring. "You are never talking to me again! I will not be treated like another notch under your b-"

"I love you!" Wayne exclaimed as he fell on his knees, his arms outstretched.

She faltered..

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"You need to get her into the emergency room now!" Pir yelled as he dropped a file folder. "Melissa's brain damage status is rapidly deteriorating and if we don't perform a transplant soon, she will be gone!"

"Yes, sir, Doctor, sir!" Arladelus ran out of the meeting room, juggling a coffee cup, a few folders, and a long syringe.

Pir knelt down to gather the documents that had strewn themselves across the floor when the file folder dropped. As he worked, a paper caught his eye. I quickly brought the paper to his face; the 4 years of Liberal Arts eyes quickly scanned the paper.

"No…No!" He stood up, knocking over a small table. Syringes flew everywhere, but it mattered not!

"This can't be! Melissa..Bryan is…" Pir looked up at the door in stark horror.

Bryan knocked out the lights of the room, plunging them both into darkness. His eyes glowed with the feverish fury of someone wronged long ago.

"Pir..Pir..how you resist my pushes, I do not know. I am, however, the puppeteer of this little charade..and you will follow my shipping orders..or be wiped from the plan immediately." His tone decreased from angry to surprised, inductive. His left hand held a knife, his right index finger trailing along the edge of the blade. It gleamed in the darkness.
"What do you choose?"

That was WAY longer then I thought it would be.

This is my..immature rant. Please don't judge my character from these frivolous outsourced complaints.

Morning, everyone. Did you all enjoy your extra hour of sleep due to Daylight Savings Time? Would you wish that someone would TELL you that the clock is set back an hour before you show up early to your workplace and interrupted a woman's only swim? (Older women, don't get your hopes up Arly)

Anyways, ONWARDS

University

I know this sort of derives from Sneha's blog, but…University sucks.

Okay, it doesn't completely and utterly suck. It's a great experience, going to school away from home, being one of the "commuters" every morning..but it's so hard [that's what she said].

I've made some friends, and I have one best friend that I hang out with 24/7 (we work out 3 times a week, we have most of the same classes, etc.). But it's still a sense of loneliness when you're walking across campus in the rain on a Monday morning.

Saw Sneha today. <3 lol

Saw two gay guys making out under a pole on Victoria Street. <3 -blagh-

I have:
Calculus
-Professor is average. He's the teacher that doesn't stand out but there's nothing wrong with him. But the material..it's like stuffing a 2×4 down your throat.
Linear Algebra
-Material is half-bad but my prof is horri-bad. He talks to us like we're having intimate conversations and compares math to abstract things like..school dances and cream soda. God.
Half of university (speaking for engineers, at any rate) is finding a good professor of your subjects. If you get a crappy prof, you're pretty much fucked.
Physics
-My teacher's name is Vlad. He says clickers (A clicker is a remote you use to submit in-classroom answers) like these: ""kleee-zers". He is, by far, the worst teacher ever. And Physics is a pretty valid course, so it's really bad when we slack out in class, but we can't help it. WE DON'T UNDERSTNAD THE WORDS THAT ARE COMING OUT OF HIS MOUTH.
Chemistry
-Great prof, great material. 'Nuff said.
Mastering Engineering
-Lets learn about Ryerson's emergency numbers, WHMIS, and how to manage our time, guys! Let's pay $300 for the most useless course in the world, because it's mandatory!
Psychology of Thinking
-My liberal/optional course. It's a great class..really helps me learn more about how memory works, how humans perceive things, etc.
Which leads into my next topic.

Flirting Story of The Week:

I was walking alone through Eaton Center, destination mostly unknown (I wanted a pair of socks). I stopped at a frozen yogurt stand and wanted to try it out. And besides, there were two really hot girls standing there and I didn't have my glasses, so I wanted a closer look.

I get there..and one of them starts choking. Apparently, she bit off a bit of the plastic spoon and it has conveniently lodged itself into her throat.

I immediately told her to cough it out, trying to calm her. Since she was still making sounds ,we're not supposed to attempt and help them. Then, silence. She was fully obstructed.

Instinct. I ran behind her, placed my hands on her chest in a fist and heaved, telling her to slowly cough it out. A small crowd had gathering, and her other friend was close to tears.

It wasn't working.

She continued to choke, tears streaming down her face now. I tried a different approach, instead of a fist, I curled my hands into a sort of swirl and moved to her upper stomach. I heaved, and she coughed. She was arching forward, so I was almost leaning over her trying to reach her stomach.

And out came the 4 mm piece of plastic. Some people clapped.

Then came the black-out.
Mind you, when she spit the piece out, I was arched over her as she leaned down, in a position to throw-up. So I was sort of..riding her arse.
And I wake-up…and I find myself in Sportchek trying on some random shoes. I look at my phone and I see a new number.
I blacked-out and flirted with a girl I saved from choking. x.X

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Dervd already talked about L4D2. So I won't get too into it.

But I CREAMED when I played the demo, after finally buying the pre-order over Steam for $44.99. (Thanks to Dervd for letting me play on his account while I was gathering funds <3)

Graphics are so upped, you have no idea how satisfying it is to shoot a zombie in the stomach and see their internal organs.
Or sometimes..


Right through them.

I have also taken it upon myself to write a L4D2 Wiki, because there is no official one atm.

Any and all help is appreciated..if you have the time. I'm starting with basics, but my goal is to teach those who don't know about hidden info..about hidden info.

I'll splurge more when the game comes out. <3

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My mom wants a divorce.

My dad has been a real bitch to her lately, not helping her with her birthday party, going out late, etc. We've always come to the decision of getting a divorce but never follow through with it because of school/work/relations.

This is the kicker though. My mom is near depression. I have to do something.

I don't really want to swell on this because it makes me sad so let's move on.

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Halloween

Watched Zombieland with my two best neighborhood friends. Great fun.
If you watched it, you'll know that Zombieland is the funniest zombie movie to date, bypassing Shawn of the Dead.
And in the movie, there's a list of Rules that the main character tries to adhere to. It's mostly unfinished, and being a zombie fanatic, I'm taking it upon myself to finish it. You'll see it soon, hopefully.
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Love is a fickle bitch.

It poisons me. It invades my dreams, it takes control of my thoughts. I feel as though part of my soul has attached to her, and is unable to release itself.
And I've told myself, let go of her. Make your mind available, seek others, don't chain yourself in. I have tried with all my being to grasp a form comparable to thine own, but nothing seems worthy.

No words I can formulate can describe this. Shakesphere was fully justified when he could not compare his love to a summer's day. It would be a downright insult to even attempt at forging the radiance…I need to stop, this is too cheesy even for me. It's not helping.

Bloody hell.

Everything about her, every physical marking, every spiritual ensnarement, is another reason for me to forgo my senses and simply fall onto my back, content. There's no release.

But do I want release?

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Come, let's have one other gaudy night. Call to me. All my sad captains. Fill our bowls once more. Let's mock the midnight bell.

~Pir <3