A Zwuieeee Plouksh.

I got to peak into that crystal ball tonight...

It was one hell of a flash back. And to think it was only 3 years ago. I miss my old life sometimes, I wish there wasn't such a language barrier between it and I. It was weird to be there... I was myself, but a completely different person.

Nothing has changed in Ottawa, not even French improv. Sure... people have 'grown', but it's all still the same to me. I miss it. I miss the jerseys, the nicknames, the crazy songs and the immense amount of 'zest for life' energy. Oh- and Chris Paquette... A drunken womanizer, but eye candy none-the-less.

Jerome and I went out for drinks to one of the campus bars after the game. I ran into more people from highschool and just regurgitated all that 'so what you up to?' crap that we're forced to do now. I always find it hard to get out of those conversations... we all know I'm not a fan of 'take care'- but I highly recommend using it to avoid awkwardness. It sums up the short meaningless jargon from one person to the next.

This afternoon, I morphed back into a sixteen year old. I passed my G2 renewal test. I had an instructor named Saeed who mumbled his words and smelled like pine. I couldn't understand half of what he was saying, so I nodded several times,'uh-huhed' and 'yessed'. I kept asking him retarded questions like : 'So, have you been doing this for a long time?' when we both obviously knew the answer. Tried to score bonus points I guess... I'm a winner!

Tomorrow is the big 'party' get together at good old East Side Mario's... if you're reading this and have no plans, come on out. I'm celebrating being old. I wish my robot was here... thinking of you...

Gnight!