The Party Shed

Sorry I haven’t blogged in a while guys. Now I’m on my way back to town after Christmas holidays in Marystown. I’m driving in Jake’s car listening to The Satans. We’re going downtown to see them tonight post predrinks with Curty and Lilly, needless to say I’m already starting to feel more in my element.

My last few days before school starts will be dedicated to finishing firefly, the first season of TNG levelling up my D&D character, and hopefully even getting a game in as once school starts my and adventure into nerdom, although still existing, can hardly breathe under the piles and piles of books.

Anyway, I’m side tract from the main purpose of this blog. Over Christmas holidays I ended up playing catch up with my cousin and good friend Jeremie who has a very clashing schedule with me so we don’t get to hang out nearly as often as I would enjoy. So he was talking to me about his life and school etc. and I was doing the same when we began to reminisce about the party shed and I can’t believe that I am yet to blog about the party shed! So here we go.

Near my house there is definitely more sheds then what the average family needs but they’re used for wood and my brother’s quads and dirt bikes. These sheds never really meant anything to me as I didn’t use them at all and rarely seen inside them due to lack of interest. However, one morning I awoke to a new shed on top of the hill by my house planted next to another shed we owned. This shed I ended up exploring and it came equipped with a small tv, a barbeque, a table, chairs, a couch and a small wood stove. I thought this shed was pretty neat and never really thought much more about it or it’s origin.

At this point in my life I spent a great deal of time over to Jeremie’s house next door with Chad and Jake and after a night of getting really drunk in jeremie’s basement and getting hungry as a result we ended up in a drunken state trotting off to the new party shed for some bbq.

I went to my house and found a whole lot of food to bbq and soon i was in front of the cooking machine, cigarette in mouth, beer in one hand and bbq tongs in the other, I was the epitome of a crack mom. We drank, we conversed, we ate and listened to music in the shed and it was awesome times. After that night we repeated our behaviour of getting drunk and ending up in the party shed (as we refur to it) many times. So many drunken conversations and awesome food.

Alas, one day we woke up and as it had appeared from nowhere, it wasn’t as shocking as you would think when it disappeared. We ended up talking about the good ol’ party shed a few times about how it came and treated us well and then disappeared without warning, sort of like a dead beat dad. The best conclusion we can come up with is that it’s mystal time traveling party shed that travels through the ages and parties with the finest people from the time in lands in. It chose us for the summer of 2009. I know what you’re thinking, and if you have a better conclusion feel free to share it with us, but this works fine for me. One day we hope that the party shed will return to us.

DERP

I totally neglected in my last blog that fact that I have a mother fucking bunny. Her name is Derp and she's had a bout a million unloving homes since the semester started. I called home and my family agreed to adopt her. In the mean time she's staying in my apartment and my room mates and I are having way too much fun with it. She's beautiful and loves bell peppers. BUNNY!

Matthew Good weekend.

By's it's like this. I once told these wise words to a friend over coffee and cigarettes, and I honestly mean it "do everything in your power to get hit by a mother fucking car because that way you can mooch off your parents a lot longer and no one can judge you". My science degree isn't killing me, but it's ironic in a way. I'm getting a bachelor of science with a double major in Biology and Chemistry and eventually plan on being a grad student, unless i become interested in a faculty, and I'm doing this because I want to do the things I love. However, I love to read, I love to write, I love Marathoning tv shows and I haven't been doing much of any of this since I entered university. So essentially, by going to university to do what I love, I don't have time for all the things I love. So mooch off your parental units, and live your life, because once you enter university, unless you're doing a slack degree, you sell your soul Memorial University. So this is my explanation to why I haven't been blogging lately.

Finals bitches. Despite doing well for an entire semester, messing up one final exam can destroy your performance in the course and your GPA. My ass has been in the books for a couple weeks now so getting on here has been difficult. Unless you want to know how I totally owned thermo chemistry last night, I've had nothing to blog about. Except this weekend which had a few adventures that I shall share with you now.

Side Note: I just had to go to MUNPO and retrieve Susan's phone that she lost of side on the road. Her mom promised chocolate chip cookies for it's safe return so it was an offer I couldn't refuse.

Friday night I was at Gilbert having a few dredraaanks when Heather, Megan and Nicole showed up and we went to my place to ensure intoxication prior to a night of adventurous activity. We hit up Cabot which was pretty fun, I met a girl I hadn't seen in several years who recognized me immediately and after some memory searching I remembered her as well and we chatted it up a bit. Myself and the girls went down town where I actually had difficulty getting into Konfusion but once I found a girl with a bracelet that I got on my wrists with the help of the girls, I got in and met up with some girls from Marystown and we danced it up. I also danced it up with the mandatory downtown dirt bag boys who hang out at konfusion. The streets were filled with obnoxious randoms that George street seems to supply, they did a lovely job adding to the atmosphere. The night was slightly above mediocre but I have no complaints. Side notes include a guy downtown doing card tricks who blew my mind.

Saturday is a totally different story. Matthew Good. I had a fake id found on the floor of a bar downtown by a few friends that looked nothing like me. But after getting dolled up with Susan and Marie and waiting patiently in line, the id worked. A cougar was dancing up a storm in front of me to the opening band that had to replace mother mother called Bay Town Connection who no one really new. Soon she began chatting up a storm with me and helped me get to pretty much the front. I decided to cougar hunt and kept my eyes open for hot older ladies, sadly there wasn't any who fit the criteria I was looking for but I was damn well near the front of the stage and life was good. I have a passion for live music and when Matthew Good (who is made of magic and shits rainbows may I add) came on stage I was in complete euphoria for the next hour while he was on stage. Side notes include that a teacher from my high school was there and I love seeing teachers out of school and the cougar I befriended was weather a plether jacket. The show was amazing and afterwards complete and utterly happy I returned to Gilbert where my boyfriend and friends were hanging out and continued to have a decent night.

Then I woke up on Sunday morning and had an early tutorial. Back to the real world I go. In 8 days my exams will be over and life will be good again. Three weeks two read a small pile of books including "A hitch hikers guide to the galaxy" watch the first season on star trek the next generation and drink a fuck tonne of alcohol. I will try to blog again soon, but again, my life is the epitome of life sucking dullness so don't have high expectations.

My weekend

So I know I haven't been keeping up with my blog lately however the excessive ass rape university likes to impose on you can really keep you occupied, in a screaming in pain sort of way ... yes that was indeed a great analogy. Anywho I'm here trying to write an english essay which is fairly important and due in less than 48 hours, however, sometimes people think youtube is more important than their friend's level of education. Yes I plan on retaliating in the future. Not really that wouldn't be awesome. So blogs don't take quite the intellect that a 20% term paper does so I figure I'll let you know what's been up lately.
Last Wednesday, a week from today I played my first game on D&D. I've been meaning to play for a while now, a few friends intrigued me and soon enough I got to play with Jake, Lilly, Curty and some guys named Dave and Mike who at that time were strangers. After developing a character who is a halfling rogue named Euphemia Tealeaf, I engaged in this adventure and it turned out to be a hella good time. The Dungeon Master, Mike, is really good and creating the visual of where you are during your quest and kicking some mythical creature ass can be pretty entertaining, not to mention 20 sided dice are pretty. Mine are pink and sparkley, I was impressed.
So enough nerd talk, off to drunken adventures! The weekend past it was Friday night and I was at Gilbert court, the parties there haven't been as pumping as they should. Dare I say getting drunk and making an ass of myself hasn't been nearly as entertaining as of late. So I was at this party and by 12:30 when my friend Curtis was heading off I decided that an excellent idea in my drunk state was to hitch a ride with Curtis to my cousin's house. Her brother was there for the weekend and I hadn't seen either of them in several years, but through facebook I was invited to a party. So I showed up about quarter to one and my cousin Chris was already passed out. My cousin Miranda was dropping tired, most people had cleared out and about a half a dozen of us remained. I was completely hammered after drinking a flask and four beer and ended up talking to this very nice guy whom I managed to have some intelligent conversation with. Intelligent conversation is a breath of fresh air and long behold, I ended up going home with a stranger. Don't get me wrong, this is not nearly as sketchy as it sounds. He was a perfect gentleman, we stayed up late having great conversation about books, webcomics, school, life and I probably blacked out for the rest of it. Not really. The next morning we got up, went downtown and got some coffee and bagels and ended up roaming downtown for a couple hours which I hadn't done in ages. It wasn't overly exciting, but it was actually a lot of fun. On the other side he probably thinks I'm a total freak and was only too happy to get rid of me. But for the sake of my memories I like to think he believes I'm a nice young lady. Maybe a friendship will progress.
Moving onto Saturday night! I was at Jake's and soon Lilly and Curty showed up to get our drink on. It was a little hard for me to drink as I had been hung over that day, of course I eventually manned up and got a sufficient buzz on. I'm getting frustrated with Lilly being designated driver because she totally needs to get messy wasted with me sometime soon, it hasn't happened in a while. Off we go to Lindsey's house. I never met her or a few of the people there before, and the same as the night before, I was clearly to youngest person in the room. I ended up gong for a few smokes and having good conversation with Mike the Dungeon Master of the D&D group and he turned out to be a really nice guy, I will be much less shy at the next gathering. He obviously seen my tits by the end of the night so it's hard to be shy after that. Side note: basically the whole party was my D&D group with a few extra people there as well. So we're drinking and talking and having a good time. Playing a few drinking games and smoking large cigars. I explored a bedroom where I found a bunch of reptiles, this made me happy as I love lizards and snakes and I really liked the whole party situation. Soon the subject of a titty bar comes up. Oh baby, did I ever make sure that happened. At one point the owner of the house was slowing sipping her cooler while the ride was waiting and I told her that unless she planned on showing me her titties she better chug down that drink because I'm going to see titties one way or another. She proceeds to show me a very nice set of boobies, I was further impressed and patiently waited for her to finish her drink.
Soon enough we are at the cotton club where I eyed the same nice old man who was buying me drinks last time and although he was on his way out, he still bought me a drink. I love that old guy. After sharing the stage with the stripper a couple times a dirty older man between 35-40 years old with that douche bag mustache that just screams douche bag sat next to me and began asking me what I would do with his huge cock, after basically screaming at him that I would never go near his old filthy cock he proceeds to talk to me about deep throating and other filth until I switched seats with Mike. I like Mike, he's a nice guy, he seemed offended that the douche bag mustache man was talking to me that way, which makes me like him a lot. After the encounter with the douche fuck I was finished with the cotton club and ended up going briefly to another place that I may be spelling wrong but I believe it's called the Celtic Hearth. We didn't stay there long and ended up going to get pizza. At the pizza place Mike IDed me because I was sad that I hadn't been IDed the entire night, Mike is good people. Then we all headed back to our places of residence and at Jake's I ate my pizza. Pizza is so god damn good when you're drunk.

This weekend beginning tomorrow night includes more random partying and a matthew good concert at the breezeway! Will the fake id work again? dun dun dun stay tuned!

The length you go when you need a fake id.

So this probably isn't the smartest thing to post online, but who's going to tell on me? My one follower? So basically I'm rather pumped because I fell into the ownership of a new fake id. Previously I had an id that was actually someone else and it looked hilariously nothing like me but after using it downtown a couple weeks ago as I mentioned in previous notes, i lost it :( So Vicky say's "fuck you world, you will not get the best of me!" without putting too much shady business on the interwebs I will simply say that I have a legal, completely legit id that through filling out false information says I'm 19 ... SHADY! Yet exciting as well :)

C'MON PPL STEP IT UP!

I plan on spending my next week as a hermit while I study for exams and do some soul searching. I will still take the time however, to write the occasional blog. Exam weeks are the worst weeks especially when you have something on your mind. My words of advice to everybody is to make sure you take the time to self reflect and get to know yourself better and what makes you happy. This may sound cliche, but there will be a time in your life at some point where you may very well be the best friend that you have, and you have to keep your best friends happy.

Today I had my English in-class essay which I think went pretty dandy. Tomorrow is a day off followed by a Chem exam and a Math exam on Wednesday. Thursday I have physics. Tomorrow my Physics capa is due, my math assignment is due Thursday, my chem assignment is due Friday, and thank God I have already completed my Chem and Physics prelabs. Brutal week I know, but school doesn't worry me enough to stress me out. The only thing that has been stressing me out lately is people not being awesome. C'MON PEOPLE YOU GOT TO STEP IT UP A BIT.

Ahem. It's all good despite my last emo blog. I have decided that shit will not get Vicky down. Vicky is better than negative bullshit. I will not let people get the best of me. I am too good for any person who tries to hurt me. When you come equip with a whole lot of awesome backing you up, people are meaningless. I hate that I can't be more specific but that just isn't right sometimes, not to tell the whole world about it. But the point is, if you are awesome, and genuine, people can't touch you. Things will work out, and anyone who steps on your toes will get what they have coming to them. Again, I don't believe in karma, but it doesn't take an Einstein to figure out that negative people draw in negativity. I am better than that. Everyone needs to be better than that.

Lets just be nice.

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