
God, I thought I had updated this thing two weeks ago... time flies when you’re busy.
I've been meaning to post this sooner, but i've been pissing around with a new website. I built it with my mac, i dunno if i'm gonna keep it yet, but it looks pretty slick. Check it out Don't mind the other blog, its basically a carbon copy of this one, except work people read it... so some of the posts are a bit "edited." Enjoy!!
Sorry I didn’t update this sooner. Lately, if i find time to eat dinner and go to the bathroom, I consider that a good day. Among writing an insane number of papers, I’m encroaching on finals soon. In fact, its next week, so even though this blog is overdue... my next one will probably rival the present one in lateness.
When the riders beat the stampeder's in the semi division finals, i was jumping up and down my living room chanting “Burr-is Sucks! Burr-is Sucks!” The next day, i bought tickets to the western division finals. On game day I headed into BC Place clad in green and black, proudly donning my Saskatchewan Roughriders hat. When i got to my seats, i realized that the Bank of Nova Scotia handed out those inflatable tube noise makers to...EVERY lions fan in the dome. The place was one giant noise generator... Heather was a foot from me, but i could barely make out what she was saying the entire game. Is it any wonder they got hit with an insane amount of time count violations. We got heckled up and down the dome... but i gave as good as I took. I yelled until my throat got soar but in the end it all comes down to the basic math. 10,000 full time rider fans can’t out cheer 40,000 part-time Lions fans (most of them are Canuck fans who just need to cheer for a team that can make the playoffs). We were lucky to get out of the dome without any major incidents but there were fights happening left and right. The ride home sucked. All the cars saw Heather’s Saskatchewan license plates and honked us all the way home. One guy even got out the window and yelled “ITS GONNA BE A LOOOONG RIDE HOME!!” At the time, i thought that guy was an ass... but if this happened in Regina... i’d probably would be doing the same thing. Although we weren’t driving to Regina, he was right, it was a long ride home...
The fall season of flag football just wrapped up recently. They held the playoffs in BC place. It was a bit eerie since it was only a week prior that my Riders got whipped on the very same field. It was nice to finally play in a dry environment... it made catching footballs so much easier. Unfortunately, we finally broke our five game winning streak. In heartbreaking fashion, nonetheless, our loss occurred during the championship game. The other team thoroughly whipped us during the 1st half. In the second half, we made adjustments and had them practically shut down, but it was too little too late. We lost 27-19. Not a bad run for a team that never practices (we simply don’t have time). The team that beat us, has been in this league for 5 years... and apparently has won its division all five times. Hopefully, we’ll get a different ending in the winter season.
Law school is busy. The amount readings assigned are relatively reasonable, at least at face value. However, once you couple that with just over a paper every week, you can fall behind quickly. Now that finals are approaching, the amount of fear and panic in the building is intense. I try to get out of the building as quickly as possible. Nothing can shake your confidence like watching another group of law students panic over the most minute details. Confidence is a treasured commodity here... the main catch is keeping it intact before everyone else’s infectious insecurities whittles your confidence to the point where you are intellectually impotent. Law school is great... but this is the ugly side no one tell you about in the brochures. For the most part, the “old saying” seems to be holding true. “In 1st year, they scare you to death. In 2nd year, they work you to death. In 3rd year.... the bore you to death!”
I’ll be coming home in late December 19th! I can’t wait. Sadly, the only time I’ll likely think about coming home will be the Dec. 18th (when my final paper is due). The more i think about home, the more i miss it. I gotta put it out of my mind and focus on finals... time to go for broke.

