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Wednesday, November 24, 2004
Keeping Friends Close
One of the many reasons why I love U of G, giant neon pink vacuum cleaners. My break from the craziness of school involved a weekend trip to Guelph to make a long awaited visit to a much missed girlfriend. You may remember her from such posts as The Fr!nge, Fringe Fanatic and When I Come Around. The last time we saw each other was Christmas last year so we figured it was time for a little reunion. Our weekend together included but is not limited to: - my realization that her university is awesome (complete with neon orange lighting, giant neon pink vacuums and horticulture department) and I now know where to go if things don't quite work out over here - the founding of my new favourite word: berm - spending the night at a party and then at a local bar drinking nothing but a glass of water (my will power is better than I thought) - chatting until silly hours in the morning - lots of giggling and laughing like loner turds - cooking mock abalone (and you thought tofurkey was bad) - shopping! for groceries, cheap shirts (2 for $10!), cheap DVDs and Maroon 5 - sipping english toffee cappuchino with way too many marshmallows on a victorian couch in the Bull Ring - making nanaimo bars with so much margarine that not only you can smell it when pulling the chilled pan out of the fridge, but also when you bite into one and realize that the lethal combination of fat and sugar is burning your teeth away - eating said nanaimo bars accompanied with popcorn and lemonade (mmm...cavities) - discovering that murder mystery + soap opera + musical = bad French film Finally, let me just say that while there was changing/(un)dressing in the same room, lying in the same bed, and eating pasta with possibly moldy sauce out of the same bowl, there was no making out. |
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