I hate it when people use conjunctions in the wrong place. In my accounting class outline, for example, is the line, “Typewritten work will only be accepted”. I know what they’re trying to say, but instead, they make it very clear that the markers must accept any typewritten work. It makes me want to smear shit all over my beautifully typewritten assignment, just to piss them off.
Monthly Archives: February 2004
Actually, It's More Like Never
I don’t make my bed more than once a week.
Level 1 Umpire
Last weekend there was a training course for level 1 umpires in table tennis. It was dirt cheap, and only two hours long so I decided to go for it. Out of the nine people who took the test, only three passed, including me. The test was open book, unlimited time, but the questions were extremely tricky. Since I passed, I can officiate matches for both club sanctioned tournaments and provincial level competitions.
Sometimes I Have Regrets
Ever do something really stupid? Like, something just plain rude or mean. And then feel totally bad about it, even though it was such a small thing and the person probably understands why it was done. And then not be able to think about anything else except for regretting it. I hate when that happens.
Tremblant '04
Got back from Tremblant today. A bunch of us rented a cabin for the weekend about ten minutes away from the mountain. I went snowboarding, or rather attempted to snowboard, on Saturday. There was a heavy fog at the top of the mountain and visibility was extremely limited, although the temperature hovered around a pleasant ‑5°C, a far cry from the ‑46°C from last year. I’ve definitely improved over the last time that I went, although I still can’t carve on the toe side. Every inch of my body is stiff now, from my neck to my ankles, but it was worth it.
We stopped by a little hill made for snow tubing on the way home. It only cost $17 to use the facilities for four hours, and there’s even a conveyor system to drag the inner tubes to the top so people don’t have to walk up, the ultimate in lazy recreation. The hill was divided into eight lanes, each with it’s own characteristic bumps and jumps, and we tried to link up our tubes in various configurations such as multi-person daisy chains and leg locked lines. Possibly the best bang for the buck ever.