mattypoo is awfully tired because he is tired from getting up at 5 to take the greyhound back to the loo. yay me. tho its kinda refreshing not being depressed about going to go back to waterloo on sunday night. because of the lovely dvp being closed all weekend (can you say “lame excuse”?), i decided to go back first thing tomorrow morning and go directly to work. i made it half-an-hour late because i just missed the GRT 101 Express.

anyways.. despite the dvp being open back in on monday morning— my dad decided to be an ass, and not drive me down to the bus terminal— which i guess i didn’t really mind. i managed to board the 5:35 Steeles bus and seriously, the bus was FULL— absolutely no seats. 5:35 at McCowan! and it still has to get to finch station!!! it has indeed been an enlightening experience— LAURENCE, get some damn ass buses up here! which brings me to another thing: Why is there no Steeles Bluenight? How can a busy throughfare like Steeles not being running 24 hrs? AHHH! i was downtown for that britney spears concert and managed to get home at 5 am because I ended up having to take the Finch bluenight with my oooogling head and then transferring at McCowan!!!! matt is maaaaaaaaaaaaddd!

weekend has been pretty cool. got to see febs, mark, jenn and her boytoy on friday night. went for chinese dessert, mmmmm, its been too long. saturday night, me and martina went out for drinks downtown. we made our lovely roadtrip screaming backstreet boys songs like a bunch of little spoiled bop-tweens. i managed to sing so loud that cracked my jaw. AHHHH! it still hurts. must refraining from opening my mouth too wide… uhhh.

too bad i didn’t have hilary duff in the car— that would definitely give it that umph for my evening. mmmmmm someone give me some Duff stuff… hmmmmmmm. find me a zellers now.

t’was a cool night indeed— hope i was a good toronto ambassador :D. one thing tho: martina’s place is a mother-of-all mazes. there are like major issues with that area— she lives at 401/427. wait until i get my hands on the traffic engineer who created this piece of ASS! nothing connects to each other and full of partial interchanges. omg. me the planner is usually pretty good at navigating but geez! AHHH! or maybe i’m used to the east end.

it’s a damn ghost campus here. and shima and scotty will be leaving me soon! AHHHHHHH! it’s just me and waterloo. even my beloved tim hortons is closed for the week— and when mr matt doesn’t get his coffee boost, it will not be pretty.

because i have time to kill before i get off work (and i don’t wanna start my infamous long-ass entry), i’m writing a *shitty* poem.

MY WATERLOO
(dedicated to mywaterloo.ca— my precious server source of big-ass email forwards)

Waterloo, Waterloo
wished i withdrew.
Here to timbuktu,
you smell like poo
like one’s gym shoe.

Like PVA glue,
i stick to you.
With not much to do,
lifelessness accrues—
‘funness’ long overdue.

remaining years, just two
i’m determined to pursue
grad school at Toronto U.
what i will refuse to do,
is to meet my waterloo.

— Excuse my bitterness. THE END.