Finally...

Bastards! Taken all my user names, you know who you are, there's a special place in hell for all of you!!!! This ain't the bitter ball talking, this is the oblate spheroid of the fat stinky guy that Deep sat next to on the bus ball of hate talking or the fat guy whose pants fell down on the bus during the winter on the 18. Ahhh that .... was funny. The guy was big, but his pants were still too big. But I guess he was thinking of the future. And maybe he got those jeans for Christmas, from a cruel family member that thought that he was bigger than he was. But still it made my day, cause the old guy that was across for Mr.Sponge Bob Loose Pants expression was priceless. Master Card price ladies and gentlemen. Just picture and imagine the words coming from the Master Card dude's voice saying, "And having your pants drop all of a sudden on a public transit bus ... priceless."

Other then that I have nothing to say, except more of the mind excrement which is the thought process of my brain. I was considering making this the chronicle of my job search here in Cow-town, (Alas, Joel Semeniuk I am no longer living in Winnipeg but in the desolate oil rich and continually growing city of Cow-town, which reminds me ...) and the raising of funds to bring me back home. Apparently, the funds are currently at $85 CAD, which is close to a ticket home. Ahh back to where the mosquitoes roam. But with the job search and bring me home fund we'll see.

In other news, I met up with Captain Planet here in Cowtown and he seems to be liking it. It's good to see a face that I recognize from home. Kinda weird now though, now that there's someone else to hang with, since the rest of my school chums have gone back to their hometowns or have moved due to their job searches. Gotten so use to doing nothing really and there's the fact that everything is sooo god damn far away from each other. Which makes me want a car, which means I need a job, which brings us back to the top, and why the old lady swallowed the fly. It's all circular. I.E. for everything being so far away. C.P. and I left Joey Tomatoe's at Chinook centre at around 10:40 pm, probably got to Chinook C-train station at 10:55 pm. Got to downtown at 11:15 pm or so and I got home at 12:30 am. So I spent about an 1hr and 1/2 getting home on train (2 trains), bus, and walking (8 mins). Maybe half of it was waiting for said trains and bus.

But back to the that reminds me. An ode to Joel Semeniuk, I think the person that said "I LUV U JOEL SEMENIUK!" will appreciate this ... Hey Joel, here's an Ode! The End


I think that should be it so ... I guess wipe, wash, and flush.
L8R


Oh yeah Brigadeer Ridikulos, don't forget your sign out.

Did I mention that it's almost 3 am here. And did you also know that kids are getting high and some are dying from snorting computer dusters, those compressed air cans used for dusting keyboards. And the voice of Tony the Tiger died last month as did the docter who was from Winnipeg that invented the vaccine for babies that have different Rh factors from their mothers.