ryanonymous

So my roomate lost the bet. I kinda knew it happened too, his door was closed one night with a light on inside, and I didn't hear him playing Batman on his Xbox...it was clear as day. The next day he admitted to me, so now I'm the owner of 3 Arizonas and $10. Came at a good time too (no pun intended...ok, yes it was), cause my willpower was getting low. I went to a grad student information session that was boring and all I could think about was sex.

Anyways, my roomates are all back in the house, and despite the one roomate that I still hate (actually only one of my roomates can tolerate him) I'm loving it. I really missed hanging out with these guys. Last night we went to a bar, and then after on the walk back we decided to take a little journey down the Guelph escobar (mentioned in an earlier post, basically the river bank I fell down one time) that took us almost an hour pushing through bushes and taking off our shoes to walk through jagged rock water and climbing up 7 feet walls. It was hilarious, but two of my roomates cut their feet. The douche roomate didn't go...and the next day he complained to my other roomate saying "um, in the future could you not bleed in the bathroom?" Yeah, sorry, next time I'll stay in the designated 'bleed only zone'.

Tomorrow I'm gonna attend the class I'm TAing. Get to see all the kids who will have a second year physics lab with me. Hopefully they're cool.