The Corners of My Mind

I've been in a dry spell lately, so I'm going to repost a letter I wrote to my friends back in the fall of 2003 when I was living on campus at Glendon in my first year. It's funny how emphatic I was on the topics of hating and never returning to York. Apparently I've learned to live with it, because I certainly haven't learned to hate it any less.

Subject: Crazy week
Date: Sat, 04 Oct 2003 17:06:43 -0400

Dear friends and adversaries,
Sometimes things just don't make sence. Like when you're on the bus, heading toward the LCBO and Lindsey, the girl beside you says, "Hey, is that a syringe?" causing you to look down, notice the biohazard and exclaim, "Why, yes. Yes it is." Syringes sightings on buses certainly aren't daily occurances. In fact, it's the first time I've ever seen a syringe on a bus, or any other form of public transit for that matter. I could try to relate this to some social issue; the underfunding of the TTC, rampant drug use among impoverished youth, shwhatever. It's more likely however, seeing as how the bus spends all day ferrying people between the subway and Sunnybrook hospital, that some nurse, or diabetes patient, unwittingly dropped it. It was covered and appeared to be unused. But really. A syringe? On a bus? Doesn't seem like a good thing to me regardless. And wouldn't you think that if you were sitting right behind a bus driver, talking quite loudly about the syringe on his bus, not even two meters away from where he was sitting, that something would be done about it when the bus got to the station? Courtney, Lindsey and I certainly did. That's why we didn't expect to see the very same syringe upon boarding the bus on the way home. Or maybe it was another bus with the exact type of syringe in the same location. Perhpas the TTC has installed syringes under the front seats of all it's buses. Who knows?
Over the last few days, since I returned to Toronto from Cambridge after my sister's wedding. I've grown a strong distaste (hatred) for portions of the male population on my floor. Here's a list of short bio's on the guys I hate and and why I hate them, oh an djust for fun they're in order of my hatred (least to most). Oh and I don't know anyone's last names... meh

Donnie Idunno
Language: English
Physical Description: White, almost football playerish but too short, like 5'10.
Room location in relation to mine: Far end of the hall (left)
Why I hate him: Overly insecure. Yesterday he asked me if i thought he was a gino, because some girl told him his hair looked like gino hair. Tries too hard to fit in (especially since he's trying to fit in with people high ranking on this list)
Most recent annoyance: Sprayed lysol in matt's eyes after shower incident (see below: chris tbpotthead, matt iprayforhispainfulldeath)

Michel loudasian
Language: French
Physical Description: Short thin Asian
Room location in relation to mine: Right next door (left)
Why I hate him: Loud music in the morning, Loud music at night. FRENCH RAP.
Most recent annoyance: Yesterday at 3 am he seemed to be trying to screw somthing into our shared wall. This was followed by what sounded much like hammering.

Michel sirrapsbeaucoup
Language: French
Physical description: Black, athletic- very cool dreads.
Room location in relation to mine: two doors to the right
Why I hate him: enjoys to rap in freestyle- fine. In English- ok. HE DOESN'T SPEAK ENGLISH! So basically he walks around the halls saying random english words that rhyme, he sounds deranged. Likes to knock on michel A's door- loud... at night... while yelling in french "let me in! hurry up"... again, AT NIGHT! Oh and he doesn't knock lightly. He pounds on the door with both fists until the door is opened, as though this is funny at 2 thirty in the morning.
Most recent annoyance: walked down the hall going "yeah, yeah, uh huh, uh huh"

Chris TBPothead
Language: English
Phsyical description: Fairly short, skinny, very curly blond hair.
Room location in relation to mine: on the other side of the hall, near the end (left)
Why I hate him: Matt's lackey, slow talker (too much pot, from thunder bay), talks about beyonce FAR too much, loud in the hallways after quiet hours.
Most recent annoyance: stole donny's clothes and towel from the shower stall by reaching under the door, convinced donny matt did it and suggested he spray matt with lysol

Rob Doesntwearpants
Language: English
Physical description: Medium hieght, moderately heavy build, skinny legs (see below)
Room loaction in relation to mine: Across the hall, about four doors down (left)
Why I hate him: stupid, doesn't wear pants- walks around in boxer briefs (how i noticed the skinny legs in relation to the heavy build. Apparently he doesn't work out his legs as much as his chest), turns his stereo on (west coast rap) turns it up, and leaves his room with the door open, binge drinker, talks about sex almost exclusively, always on his cellphone in the common room, yells in the hall regardless of hour, doesn't clean up after himself in common room.
Most recent annoyance: left large food mess in common room, including pizza box on table, empty microwave sheppard's pie container on other table, two empty pepsies, a "chubby", and sheppards pie mess on the counter and in the microwave. all in one night

Matt Iprayforhispainfulldeath
Language: English
Pysical Description: Short (5'8?), beer drinker's build, looks like he works out, but eats too much and so he is just thick.
Room location in relation to mine: across the hall, two doors over (right)
Why I hate him: A shorter list would be "why i like him," loud, stupid, arrogant,always up to hijinks, derogatory to women, blacks, jews, gays (everybody not him). Binge drinker- passes out nightly, messey, complains about things I don't care about. Clothing could be defined as "unsuccesful preppy," wears jogging pants, touches himself in public-IN SIDE THE PANTS, uses the term "BJ" at least hourly. Apparently believes himself to be gods sexual gift to women... not likely. The kind of person that thinks he is right, espeically when he's wrong, usually the impetus of pranks-such as the shower incident, music slut- listens to rock and rap, bad taste in movies- Cuba Gooding Jr is apparently one of his favourite actors. Exclaimed that Chicago was the worst film ever made, but is also quoted as saying "my favourite movies are fubar and malibu's most wanted" My god. I hate him so much! Oh and on thursday I was standing in the hall, holding a bottle of champagne in one hand and a glass of chanpagne in the other, celebrating the defeat of the tories when what does he do? He pantsed me! And because I was wearing pyjama pants, the elastic pulled down my boxers. I was not impressed- nor was i sober. luckily not a single person noticed. Someone else was causing a stir farther down the hall. Enza didn't even notice, and she was about 2 steps ahead of me. I must be protected by the grace of god, or sheer luck. life in prison with no chance of parole for 25 years would be worth the satisfaction of ridding the world of his presence. Unfortunately, that is fantasy, and in reality I must continue the friendly nieghbourliness I am showing.
Most recent annoyance: His part in the shower incident followed by two hours of whining about the lysol in the eye.

That is my list. Don't get me wrong, there are lots of people here I get along with. People I even like, but sometimes I just want to kill the above six. On that note, I declare that I hate York University and will not be here next year, even if that means I will be at home. My OSAP adventure is continued- early in september they kept telling me my forms weren't in. every day for two weeks i went in (sept 2- 15thish) to the financial aid office and asked if my forms were in, they checked and said no, come back tommorow, they'll be here tommorow. Finnaly, I got fed up with this process, and asked them to check the computer (ie. do your job) to find out why they weren't in. Apparently I still had multiple applications and needed to cancel the ones for UoT and Ryerson. Knowing that would have been helpful, the first time I checked- not after two weeks. So I went to ryerson and UoT and cancelled those applications, and on the 17th my OSAP file was updated, my funding was released. I went in to the office to let them know, and they said that the forms would be there in ten days. I get back to university sunday the 28th and check on the morning of the 29th if my forms are in- answer- no, i ask why, nobody knows. I'm told to come back the next day. No forms on tuesday, i'm told to come back wednesday morning-they will be in for sure on wednesday, and if they aren't they will be by the end of the week, no forms on wednesday, come bcak thursday afternoon. No forms on thursday, come back friday morning. Knowing full well they wouldn't be there friday, I walk into the office, and ask if my forms are in- the guy, who i've now vistied 5 times this week still doesn't remember me at all, as though it wasn't him that kept telling me to come back, checks and and tells me no, I'm a little fed up, and in a less than friendly tone, I invite him to explain why, so he checks his computer- Three lines above where it says "status:released" it says "comment: HOLD- see (random numbers)" So he goes "hmm... that's strange, why would it say that"- as though i should know. So he calls the person that is handling my file at York Main, and asks her what is going on, and she says she'll check. We wait a good five minutes, then he tells me, "she can't find your file right now, come back later". So, withholding my extreme pent up anger, I leave, do whatever it is I do now -probably eat, then go back. I say, "so what's going on," and he says "Oh, right... you" Apparently my file is lost, somewhere at York Main. A paper that contains my address, phone number, financial infomation, and Social Insurance Number has been lost at York Main. The Crime Campus of Cananda. Don't be surprised if someone claims to be me... Well anyways I had to fill out a form to get my loan documents sent again. Now I have to wait another 10 days... right... I will certainly not be spending the rest of my academic career here. This is the worst place on earth, and I include france and australia.

Anthony

edit- like two minutes later

I used to pretend to hate Australia. At ony point my faux-rage was so strong I made multiple rants a day. If you ask me, it was hillarious. I no longer hold any pretend hatred- all I have left is jealousy, mostly weather related. However, I still do pretend to hate France, though I rather enjoy France, and even the French People. Quebec on the other hand can suck my cock and the Quebecois can drown themselves in a mass cult-like display of how god-dammed "unique" they truly are.

edit- maybe one more minute later

I really don't hate Quebecers that much, I just wish they'd push doors open for people behind them as the walked through in the halls at school. I'm constantly getting hit in the shoulder by swiftly closing doors because some lazy-ass Duceppe-lover is too busy prattling on in joual to her snob friends about pomplemousses and parapluies to stick an arm out. There must be something about accent agues that force people to walk through doorways as though they are double amputees.

edit- two more minutes

Harsh.