...to be what you might have been. (George Eliot)
This post is supposed to contain a list of ten regrets that I have, and ten goals that I have set for myself but it is not going to have either of them. Sorry for letting you down on that but you will see why soon enough.
The only regret that I have is that I never finished my university degree and as of this past September I came back to school to rectify that so I really have no regrets. I am sure that none of you will believe me about that but it is the truth. Sure there have been times in my life in which I wish I would have done things different so that maybe things would have turned out differently. Coming up on three years ago I made the realization that I am who I am because of everything that has happened to me in my life, the good and the bad, and I would not want to change who I am for anything. Which means that if I were to have regrets about my life, means that I would want to change a part of who I am, so I have none. Again I am sure that there are those who might think that I am crazy for not wanting to change anything about myself but there really is not. Anybody who has actually taken the time to get to know me knows that I am not a normal person. I do not try to be something that I am not, I am just simply me. I am unique, one-of-a-kind. Why would I want to ever change that? If people do not like me for who I am, then it is not my loss, it is theirs.
So I have no regrets, but do I have any goals? Well, the thing is it is hard to set goals when you do not know what you want out of life. The only thing I have really ever wanted to do with my life is to change the world, to make it a better place. Talk about going big or going home right. I have had thoughts and ideas on how I could but realistically speaking none of them are possible with today's standards. I could always go for more realistic goals, like growing old, getting married, having a family. I could but then again I do not. A wise man once said "'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all." (Alfred Lord Tennyson) We have all heard that before and I have had love and not just some crush, or fleeting desire, or lust, or even the general conception of what love is. I have had true love, a love so grande that it escapes all possible definitions, no amount of words could ever hope to describe it's true power, and no actions could ever convey its full meaning. Unfortunately, find a love like that is few and far between, that is evident with the extremely high divorce rate. I have had that once in my life and life took it away. How could I settle for anything less than that again? I cannot, I can only hope to get it back some day but that is not for me to decide. Only time will.
So I do not have any regrets, and I except for the impossible, I do not have any goals either. The only thing for me is to take what life gives me and try to make the best of it as much as I can.
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
I Consider It A Good Rule For Letter-Writing
...to leave unmentioned what the recipient already knows, and instead tell him something new. (Sigmund Freud)
Three short letters, to three different people.
Letter 1
To L
I had the hugest crush on you throughout school, since about grade 7 until we graduated from high school. Pathetic I know, to go so long and I could not even look at you in the eyes because I would get flustered and become more quiet than I already was and I do not know how that was even possible. I remember one time in grade 7 we were the first ones to get done some sort of math related word search first and were asked to go set up the volleyball nets in the gym for us to use in our next period. After we got done setting them up, I grabbed a drink at the fountain in the hall and you walked back to class and all I could do was try not to drool as your hips wiggled perfectly back and forth. I was in a trance. If only I had not been that shy quiet nervous guy for all those years.
Letter 2
To C
For everything you did to people, to our parents, to our friends, to our neighbours, it is unforgivable. You were nothing more than an idiot with your so called acts of rebellion which were nothing more than pathetic pleas for attention. Seriously, who runs away five times and comes crawling back each time before finally leaving for good? You were selfish and for no reason at all, none whatsoever. Whatever respect I had for you up until the point was lost and it is not something you will ever get back.
Letter 3
To H
I am sorry I never said goodbye to you one last time before you passed on, it was selfish of myself. Death does not bother me like it does most others and even though it would have meant nothing to me to go pay you a last visit, it would have meant something to you in your final time on this earth. May your soul rest in peace for all eternity.
Three short letters, to three different people.
Letter 1
To L
I had the hugest crush on you throughout school, since about grade 7 until we graduated from high school. Pathetic I know, to go so long and I could not even look at you in the eyes because I would get flustered and become more quiet than I already was and I do not know how that was even possible. I remember one time in grade 7 we were the first ones to get done some sort of math related word search first and were asked to go set up the volleyball nets in the gym for us to use in our next period. After we got done setting them up, I grabbed a drink at the fountain in the hall and you walked back to class and all I could do was try not to drool as your hips wiggled perfectly back and forth. I was in a trance. If only I had not been that shy quiet nervous guy for all those years.
Letter 2
To C
For everything you did to people, to our parents, to our friends, to our neighbours, it is unforgivable. You were nothing more than an idiot with your so called acts of rebellion which were nothing more than pathetic pleas for attention. Seriously, who runs away five times and comes crawling back each time before finally leaving for good? You were selfish and for no reason at all, none whatsoever. Whatever respect I had for you up until the point was lost and it is not something you will ever get back.
Letter 3
To H
I am sorry I never said goodbye to you one last time before you passed on, it was selfish of myself. Death does not bother me like it does most others and even though it would have meant nothing to me to go pay you a last visit, it would have meant something to you in your final time on this earth. May your soul rest in peace for all eternity.
The Traumatic.
Everybody has the events in their lives that leave us with a mark on the very core of our being, and with everything in life they can be for the better or for the worse. This is one of those negatively traumatic experiences that is still with me to this very day.
First a little bit of a back story. I was born in Kitchener, and a few months before my second birthday my family had moved to a small little town called Drayton. Actually it is not even a town, population wise it is still considered a village. Way back when before the world started to really turn more toward the dark side, it was a really close-knit and peaceful community. It did not take long for my parents to make friends with the neighbours and eventually my mom would go over in the mornings to a few of the neighbours for coffee and well gossip. Now sometime when I was two my mom asked me if I wanted to go over with her and I guess I said no I did not want to go. I was a kid, hell I was a toddler so I was generally bored out of my mind whenever I went. All I wanted to do was watch my children's shows on tv. Anyway, I said no one day and my mom left me at home while she went to the neighbours. I always knew which neighbours she was at and I was a bright kid, I knew how to get a hold of her if I ever needed to, or in some instances, once my shows were over I walked over there. I have a memory of myself walking up the street in my blue footie pajamas to go get my mom to come home and make me some lunch.
Now, the fact that I was left home alone at such an early age is pretty traumatic in itself but it gets a little worse.
One day when I was four years old, my mom had gone out to one of her friends for her morning coffee/gossip session except this time she was going a tiny bit further than usual. Her friend Cathy lived relatively close by, but unlike the usual places my mom would go, Cathy's house was on the other side of the main street in town. Now after have walking over to several other neighbour's houses I was confident in myself that I could do the same this time. So after I finished watching The Friendly Giant I set out to go get my mom. Everything was going fine, I double and tripled checked for cars before crossing the street but then two-thirds of the way across something happened.
All I remember is this...
I can remember collapsing, I do not know why, or what caused it but I collapsed. As I was falling down, I can remember seeing Cathy's two kids, Mark and Michelle, come around the corner at the main intersection as they were on their way home from school for lunch.
I can remember sprawled out on the road and trying to move but all I could do was lift my head up, and when I did that I saw a car start coming over the little hill in the road and right at me. By the way it was a white car with partial tinting on the windshield, if anybody is interested in knowing that.
Next thing I remember is being inside of Cathy's house and on a pair of crutches that Cathy had lying around from when she broke her ankle and that they were massively too big for me and for whatever reason my knee was sore.
That is really all I remember from that day. Now before you go on bashing on my mom about how horrible it was for her to be leaving me alone like that and yadda yadda, there really is no point. Sure it was not the right thing to be doing and for the longest time I held it against her but I have come to terms with it and what it has done to me psychologically. I am who I am today because of everything that has happened to me in my life up until this point in time. Despite everything that has happened I would not change anything if I had the power to do so because in doing so I would change who I become and I would never want to change who I am.
First a little bit of a back story. I was born in Kitchener, and a few months before my second birthday my family had moved to a small little town called Drayton. Actually it is not even a town, population wise it is still considered a village. Way back when before the world started to really turn more toward the dark side, it was a really close-knit and peaceful community. It did not take long for my parents to make friends with the neighbours and eventually my mom would go over in the mornings to a few of the neighbours for coffee and well gossip. Now sometime when I was two my mom asked me if I wanted to go over with her and I guess I said no I did not want to go. I was a kid, hell I was a toddler so I was generally bored out of my mind whenever I went. All I wanted to do was watch my children's shows on tv. Anyway, I said no one day and my mom left me at home while she went to the neighbours. I always knew which neighbours she was at and I was a bright kid, I knew how to get a hold of her if I ever needed to, or in some instances, once my shows were over I walked over there. I have a memory of myself walking up the street in my blue footie pajamas to go get my mom to come home and make me some lunch.
Now, the fact that I was left home alone at such an early age is pretty traumatic in itself but it gets a little worse.
One day when I was four years old, my mom had gone out to one of her friends for her morning coffee/gossip session except this time she was going a tiny bit further than usual. Her friend Cathy lived relatively close by, but unlike the usual places my mom would go, Cathy's house was on the other side of the main street in town. Now after have walking over to several other neighbour's houses I was confident in myself that I could do the same this time. So after I finished watching The Friendly Giant I set out to go get my mom. Everything was going fine, I double and tripled checked for cars before crossing the street but then two-thirds of the way across something happened.
All I remember is this...
I can remember collapsing, I do not know why, or what caused it but I collapsed. As I was falling down, I can remember seeing Cathy's two kids, Mark and Michelle, come around the corner at the main intersection as they were on their way home from school for lunch.
I can remember sprawled out on the road and trying to move but all I could do was lift my head up, and when I did that I saw a car start coming over the little hill in the road and right at me. By the way it was a white car with partial tinting on the windshield, if anybody is interested in knowing that.
Next thing I remember is being inside of Cathy's house and on a pair of crutches that Cathy had lying around from when she broke her ankle and that they were massively too big for me and for whatever reason my knee was sore.
That is really all I remember from that day. Now before you go on bashing on my mom about how horrible it was for her to be leaving me alone like that and yadda yadda, there really is no point. Sure it was not the right thing to be doing and for the longest time I held it against her but I have come to terms with it and what it has done to me psychologically. I am who I am today because of everything that has happened to me in my life up until this point in time. Despite everything that has happened I would not change anything if I had the power to do so because in doing so I would change who I become and I would never want to change who I am.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
The Best.
After a lifetime of not so happy memories, it is sometimes tough to pick out any of the good things that have happened let alone the best of them. If I had to actually make a choice I would have to say when I first started dating my first girlfriend Rebecca. This is the story of how we started dating.
After coming off of a dismal social life back home that I would try to get a head start doing the one social method that I was comfortable dealing with, the internet. I decided to make an account on hotornot.com. Yeah I know it is quite sad of me to say but that is the route that I took. Seeing as I would soon to be heading off for what turned out to be year one of round one at university I started to try and connect with people that would be in Ottawa so that maybe, just maybe I would not feel like such a loser when I moved there. I actually ended up talking to a few people and attempted the big meet up with a couple of them. The first one, Amanda, ended up being my first sexual experience and another one whose name is not coming to mind who chickened out literally at the last minute. I am sure by now that you can guess who one of the ones that I met off of there ended up being… yep Rebecca. She also attended the same university, unfortunately though we had not started talking until mid-December, which also happened to be exam time so we had a lack of time to actually meet up and then of course there was Christmas break. It was not until the third week in January that we ended up getting together and hanging out. I was just invited over to her dorm room to hang out with her, her roommates and a few other people that lived on her floor. Later on that night we ended up going into her room and put on a movie but of course that did not really happen and we ended up doing everything but sex multiple times that night. At one point after we had already gotten each other off I asked her if she had any condoms and her exact words were “not on the first night babe,” so harsh. My thoughts to that were well I guess I am going to have to come back another night and so I did about a week and a half later. I was invited to go skating with her and her friends on the canal, after that we watched a movie for a bit with her roommates and then went into her room to go watch a movie of our own which ended up being an all-night sex-a-thon. Ok well not all night we only did it three times and then passed out after a handful of hours. Now as I had been getting closer to Rebecca, I was also getting closer to a girl on my floor Danielle. Now, Danielle and I never actually ended up doing anything more than some cuddling in the tv lounge late at night when nobody else was awake it did pose a little bit of an uneasy tension between Danielle and I because she knew I had been spending time with Rebecca. I also had told Danielle that I had not yet slept with Rebecca, which at the time of me telling her that was true. However, after my little three times in one night which I will admit I was proud of, I made a little metaphorical comment on my MSN status to boast about it a little bit. Obviously, that was a stupid idea because not too long after that I was on my way to get some food with Big James when we ran into Danielle and Big James just had to make a comment about it and make me spill the beans. So yeah I was not happy about that because I did like both Danielle and Rebecca and was not sure which way I should go but this forced my hand and did not quite have a choice about which way to go. The entire time I was trying to decide whether to go for Danielle or Rebecca, Rebecca was kept in the dark about Danielle and later on Rebecca was kept in the dark about a little encounter I had with Allison. It had been about a month since Rebecca and I had started to sleep together, and the only time either of us had tried to bring up about whether or not that we were dating was when one of us was drunk and neither of us were sure what we wanted exactly. Now in residence we had this nice little program (DC++) set-up so that everybody in a dorm room could share music, movies, pictures, or whatever. It also had a little handy built in chat feature that I had used a few times and ended up talking to Allison, who also lived on my floor but I never really had met. So one day in late February we got together to go watch a movie in her room and yes I am sure as you all can guess we ended up having sex and in my opinion it was pretty damn good. Except for one small thing, I had no emotional connection to Allison. Not like I did with Rebecca. This was the first time that I realized just how much that I actually liked Rebecca and sure enough three days later Rebecca and I started officially dating. It was the first time in a very very long time that I was actually truly happy and for that reason is why it was the best thing that has happened to me in my life.
Friday, March 4, 2011
The Pimp.
This is another little tale from Round One, Year One at University and I hope you enjoy.
At the time I was living on campus and living in residence and there was talk on the floor about a bunch of people going to go to a movie one night and I thought it would be quite nice to go along. Little did I know that it ended up being me with five lovely woman who lived on my floor, Almeera, Ashley, Cammie, Danielle, and Mallory. Obviously I did not have a problem with this whatsoever, I felt pretty pimping at this point, it was like going on a date with five girls. I also was not worried about getting stuck with a full out romance since it was already decided that we were going to go see Ocean's 12. Anyway, the six of us got ready and hoped on the O-train and headed down to the movie theater in South Keys to catch one of the later shows. We got to the theater and since Almeera's sister (referred to as Sister) and her sister's fiance (Fiance) were in town they joined us for the movie. The was decent, and well all enjoyed ourselves but after we got out of the theater we realized that the movie went a little longer then we had thought and we missed the last train back to campus.
Luckily for us, seeing as Sister and Fiance were they, they had a rental car and offered to give us all a ride back so we would not have had to a couple cabs to get back. If you have been keeping track so far that would be eight people into the car, which was a four door sedan. For who got into the front, it was decided that Fiance would drive and Almeera and Sister would squeeze into the front passenger seat. Then seeing as I was the only guy left I was nominated to sit in the middle in the back so that I could bear most of the weight of the two that would end up sitting on top of the rest of us in the back. On the bottom row in the back was Danielle on my left and Ashley on my right, then the top row Cammie and Mallory were basically on my lap one on each leg. Now at the start of this night I felt like I said pretty pimping but now I was pretty much in heaven. All the ladies were pretty good looking, no complaints in that depart, but to top it all off Cammie had, in my opinion at least, one of the most perfect butts I have ever seen and had the pleasure of being in my lap.
I will be honest with all of you, I did have the thought go through my mind that I hoped I did not get an erection because that would just make things very awkward for the two ladies on my lap. Unfortunately, well not so much unfortunately, but as we were driving out of the parking lot we hit a little bit of a bump which caused Cammie's butt to shift a little and that caused me to be very uncomfortable. Basically her pelvic bone ended up causing a great deal a pressure on my nuts. The ride back to campus was not a long one, and as much as I loved being crammed in the back seat of a car with four girl's it was not a very comfortable ride to say the least. Overall though it was a very enjoyable night and I highly recommend all the guys out there to get crammed into the back seat with as many girls as possible.
At the time I was living on campus and living in residence and there was talk on the floor about a bunch of people going to go to a movie one night and I thought it would be quite nice to go along. Little did I know that it ended up being me with five lovely woman who lived on my floor, Almeera, Ashley, Cammie, Danielle, and Mallory. Obviously I did not have a problem with this whatsoever, I felt pretty pimping at this point, it was like going on a date with five girls. I also was not worried about getting stuck with a full out romance since it was already decided that we were going to go see Ocean's 12. Anyway, the six of us got ready and hoped on the O-train and headed down to the movie theater in South Keys to catch one of the later shows. We got to the theater and since Almeera's sister (referred to as Sister) and her sister's fiance (Fiance) were in town they joined us for the movie. The was decent, and well all enjoyed ourselves but after we got out of the theater we realized that the movie went a little longer then we had thought and we missed the last train back to campus.
Luckily for us, seeing as Sister and Fiance were they, they had a rental car and offered to give us all a ride back so we would not have had to a couple cabs to get back. If you have been keeping track so far that would be eight people into the car, which was a four door sedan. For who got into the front, it was decided that Fiance would drive and Almeera and Sister would squeeze into the front passenger seat. Then seeing as I was the only guy left I was nominated to sit in the middle in the back so that I could bear most of the weight of the two that would end up sitting on top of the rest of us in the back. On the bottom row in the back was Danielle on my left and Ashley on my right, then the top row Cammie and Mallory were basically on my lap one on each leg. Now at the start of this night I felt like I said pretty pimping but now I was pretty much in heaven. All the ladies were pretty good looking, no complaints in that depart, but to top it all off Cammie had, in my opinion at least, one of the most perfect butts I have ever seen and had the pleasure of being in my lap.
I will be honest with all of you, I did have the thought go through my mind that I hoped I did not get an erection because that would just make things very awkward for the two ladies on my lap. Unfortunately, well not so much unfortunately, but as we were driving out of the parking lot we hit a little bit of a bump which caused Cammie's butt to shift a little and that caused me to be very uncomfortable. Basically her pelvic bone ended up causing a great deal a pressure on my nuts. The ride back to campus was not a long one, and as much as I loved being crammed in the back seat of a car with four girl's it was not a very comfortable ride to say the least. Overall though it was a very enjoyable night and I highly recommend all the guys out there to get crammed into the back seat with as many girls as possible.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
To Be Titled At A Later Time
At this very moment in time I am currently sitting in one of my economics classes and as you may be able to tell I am not paying all that much attention to what is being taught. Lately it seems to becoming more and more apparent that I am have a tad bit of A.D.D., it is an interesting fact to know. Not that I will actually do anything to help correct the situation because well I am a stubborn mule in that manner, even though it is quite the pain in the ass when I actually would like to get some studying done or any assignment that is due. The last few assignments that I have had I have always started and finished them in the wee hours of the morning on the day that they are due. My studying habits for my midterms have been the same way. Not that I have a huge issue with this it is just that every now and then it would be nice if I could get things done a little ahead of time. Hopefully this coming week I will be able to put this into practice since that I have an assignment due on Thursday, as well as a midterm to write on the same day.
Keep your fingers crossed for me, or not if you are a jerk.
Keep your fingers crossed for me, or not if you are a jerk.
Monday, February 7, 2011
The Tequila.
Year one, of round one at a little thing called university.
I was living in residence at the time, a bunch of us on the floor went to go watch the basketball game and after the game we got back and was going into my room when I saw a note posted on the door. The note read as follows...
"Derek, I got the limes! - D" (also had a picture of a lime drawn on it.
So about a month ago while I was perusing a LCBO (Liquor Control Board of Ontario), it is where we buy our alcohol, I decided it was a good idea to buy a bottle of tequila. Actually I thought it would be a very good idea. At the time a girl on the floor, Danielle, and I had developed a bit of a bond with each other and I told her that I got a bottle of tequila you pick up some limes or lemons and we will have ourselves a tequila night. That night after I got back from the basketball game, that is exactly what we had. We immediately jumped right in and had a couple of shots each within the first couple of minutes and then decide we might want to slow down a bit. In reality though, we really did not slow down too much. It was a twenty-six ounce bottle, and each shot was one ounce. Meaning that there was a total of twenty-six shots consumed, and all those shots were consumed within a matter of a couple hours. The breakdown was like this...
Danielle - 9
John - 3
Lauren - 2
Myself - 12
Total - 26
The next day was Lauren's birthday and she was going out that night to start her celebration so of course, she deserved a couple of shots. Danielle was a bit of a pansy and had to stop after number nine and passed on the rest to John who happily took over for her. And of course myself who managed to get through all twelve of mine without a problem. Well not completely.
See the thing was that Danielle and I were late night buddies, we both had insomnia and were basically up to the wee hours of the morning in the television lounge mostly just chilling. Everybody else on the floor got the idea that was something was going on between the two of us even though there was not. I actually had a girlfriend at the time, which my roommate Matt pointed out every time Danielle was not in the room during Tequila Night. "Becca's a sweet girl," Matt said, "don't do anything to screw that up!" That along with comments from everybody whose paths we crossed during our drunken meanderings between shots made for a jest-full night.
I was pretty drunk after that bottle was finished and with cheers and celebration of a job well done, I went to go check to make sure my original drinking partner was doing alright. She was all cozy and tucked into bed which was good but for me the night was not over. I decided to go pay a visit to my girlfriend, she wanted to see for herself just how drunk I was and upon getting to her room, her and her roommate Megan were very impressed and teased me about it obviously. They then decided that I should probably drink some water and gave me a bottle. I think there was something wrong with that water because as soon as I took one sip and it hit my stomach there was some sort of bad reaction and I hustled to the bathroom and unloaded the contents of my stomach.
A little bit later somehow the idea of The Lion King got brought up or popped into my head, I honestly cannot remember how it got there, but I started demanding to watch it. My demands ended up being met by my two lovely hosts and we started watching it, where I immediately started to fall asleep. I can only remember seeing the first few minutes of the movie before waking up to them telling me I should just crawl into bed. I crawled into my girlfriend's bed and was out like a light, I also happened to take up the entire bed and my girlfriend ended up sleeping on a couch. I am a gentlemen like that.
Sunday was not good at all. I woke up realizing that I could not move even the tiniest little bit without feeling the urge of being dizzy and wanting to throw up. So for the entire day I just stayed as perfectly still as I could until finally at about six to six thirty in the evening I just had to get up and go pee. I was confident that I was ok to return to my own building and decided along the way that I was good to even go play in my volleyball game that I had in about an hour. Yeah I was that stupid. It was just brutal, I was sweating like crazy, I was completely dehydrated, my reflexes were about as fast as a sloth, and I felt like I was going to die. On the bright side, I did not die. It was awful though, completely and thoroughly awful.
Great night, worst hangover I have ever had in my life.
I was living in residence at the time, a bunch of us on the floor went to go watch the basketball game and after the game we got back and was going into my room when I saw a note posted on the door. The note read as follows...
"Derek, I got the limes! - D" (also had a picture of a lime drawn on it.
So about a month ago while I was perusing a LCBO (Liquor Control Board of Ontario), it is where we buy our alcohol, I decided it was a good idea to buy a bottle of tequila. Actually I thought it would be a very good idea. At the time a girl on the floor, Danielle, and I had developed a bit of a bond with each other and I told her that I got a bottle of tequila you pick up some limes or lemons and we will have ourselves a tequila night. That night after I got back from the basketball game, that is exactly what we had. We immediately jumped right in and had a couple of shots each within the first couple of minutes and then decide we might want to slow down a bit. In reality though, we really did not slow down too much. It was a twenty-six ounce bottle, and each shot was one ounce. Meaning that there was a total of twenty-six shots consumed, and all those shots were consumed within a matter of a couple hours. The breakdown was like this...
Danielle - 9
John - 3
Lauren - 2
Myself - 12
Total - 26
The next day was Lauren's birthday and she was going out that night to start her celebration so of course, she deserved a couple of shots. Danielle was a bit of a pansy and had to stop after number nine and passed on the rest to John who happily took over for her. And of course myself who managed to get through all twelve of mine without a problem. Well not completely.
See the thing was that Danielle and I were late night buddies, we both had insomnia and were basically up to the wee hours of the morning in the television lounge mostly just chilling. Everybody else on the floor got the idea that was something was going on between the two of us even though there was not. I actually had a girlfriend at the time, which my roommate Matt pointed out every time Danielle was not in the room during Tequila Night. "Becca's a sweet girl," Matt said, "don't do anything to screw that up!" That along with comments from everybody whose paths we crossed during our drunken meanderings between shots made for a jest-full night.
I was pretty drunk after that bottle was finished and with cheers and celebration of a job well done, I went to go check to make sure my original drinking partner was doing alright. She was all cozy and tucked into bed which was good but for me the night was not over. I decided to go pay a visit to my girlfriend, she wanted to see for herself just how drunk I was and upon getting to her room, her and her roommate Megan were very impressed and teased me about it obviously. They then decided that I should probably drink some water and gave me a bottle. I think there was something wrong with that water because as soon as I took one sip and it hit my stomach there was some sort of bad reaction and I hustled to the bathroom and unloaded the contents of my stomach.
A little bit later somehow the idea of The Lion King got brought up or popped into my head, I honestly cannot remember how it got there, but I started demanding to watch it. My demands ended up being met by my two lovely hosts and we started watching it, where I immediately started to fall asleep. I can only remember seeing the first few minutes of the movie before waking up to them telling me I should just crawl into bed. I crawled into my girlfriend's bed and was out like a light, I also happened to take up the entire bed and my girlfriend ended up sleeping on a couch. I am a gentlemen like that.
Sunday was not good at all. I woke up realizing that I could not move even the tiniest little bit without feeling the urge of being dizzy and wanting to throw up. So for the entire day I just stayed as perfectly still as I could until finally at about six to six thirty in the evening I just had to get up and go pee. I was confident that I was ok to return to my own building and decided along the way that I was good to even go play in my volleyball game that I had in about an hour. Yeah I was that stupid. It was just brutal, I was sweating like crazy, I was completely dehydrated, my reflexes were about as fast as a sloth, and I felt like I was going to die. On the bright side, I did not die. It was awful though, completely and thoroughly awful.
Great night, worst hangover I have ever had in my life.
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