the nite ended with a good old fashioned bar room brawl.

let's do this backwards, shall we?

last friday i bitched and moaned 'cause there was nothing to do..but there ended up being something to do.
tonite, again being friday nite/saturday morning, there was and is something to do...but instead, i chose to sleep. i guess the whole lack of sleep from studying at the week's onset finally caught up to me. however, i didnt sleep the whole nite. after i declined invitations to go out, i really couldn't get back to bed.
i turned to cbc newsworld and saw yet another documentary that caught my eye. it was a piece on the deaths of superstar rappers: tupac shakur and the notorious b.i.g. it was a british led investigation into all the circumstances behind the the circumstances of the killings. it was ok i guess..i mean it held me off for a good 2 hours.

earlier today in biomechanics lecture, these two dumb bitches were talking in front of my table. peeved and vexed at the whole situation, my friend gave them the angered "shhhhh" business. the two responded with a valley-girl like "as-if" attitude and coldly gazed at my homeboy. he gazed back with one of those sylvester stallone looks of death like he did in 'cobra' or even 'over the top' (in the latter, i dunno if that's even a look of death; it's more of a "holy shit, you picked the wrong bull to fuck with my friend" kinda look). anyways, after that, the two shudduped and by recognition of their own dumbass actions, left the hall and concluded their conversation outside as to not disturb the real scholars. point - shut your fucking traps during lecture you bitches or youre gonna have hell to deal with. or for the censored version of that point: please be considerate of other patrons during lecture. thank you and call again.

even earlier before that earlier, i was leaving my 830am nutrition class. ya see, im in the first section and at 930, another section follows with a whole 'nother flock of kin majors ready to learn about how to eat. anyways, to my point, as i was exiting thru the back of the hall, i was stopped by a fellow kin major from the later class. thinking he was gonna ask me about the importance of the lecture i just sat through or maybe even some kind of philosophical zen-logical meaning behind consuming carbs before 6pm, i stopped and engaged in the conversation. to my surprise, he asks, "hey, where'd you get that jacket? it's nice"

shockingly in response to his inquiry, i replied "oh......i got this from gap. about 2 years ago."

"aww two years ago."

"yea. about. maybe theyll re-release it again, who knows?" i assured my peer.

"it's a really nice coat."

"thanks man. aight."

"later."

"take it easy".

regardless of the brief moment of awkwardness that i experienced exiting the hall, i felt good coming out of there. for a minute the whole scenario may have seemed a bit homosexual - in terms of two guys discussing their gear. however, i eventually ruled that out as to reestablish my own self perception of masculinity inside this heterosexual male psyche 'o' mine. i mean i had to assure myself that that wasn't weird cause it was weird..but it was weird because it just was. and im not gay, sincerely. not that there would be anything wrong with that anyhow. that whole thing wasn't gay. guys can discuss their gear with eachother..especially if it's someone referring to the mad nicey's that i sport. so yea...i dont think that whole conversation was by any means homoerotique or fancy-boyish.
boys will be girls.
*continues to laugh at self and that whole situation, in addition to my entry above*

[note: he was referring to my green storm jacket with the military styling not the good ol parka..you know which one im talking about? the one with the velcro on the cuffs and the snap buttons with the many pockets and inside mesh ones too. do you all know which one im talking about? the olive one that's symbolic of the struggle that i face everyday in academia and in life. that particular coat emphasizes how, like a solider, i too, have my own battles to fight; my own wars to face in such a cold and unjustice world where everywhere you journey is your battlefield......yea! that's the coat!!]

and finally the nite before, that being thursday nite. it was drinks with a good friend at the neighbourhood pub. but good company and drinks alone, aren't grounds for jay to rant and rave about.
nope.
however, what is grounds to rant about is the fact that there was a good ol' fashioned bar-room brawl during our presence. i swear, that scrap went from one side of the room to the other, and back. it involved 2 on 1..with the addition of someone's girlfriend even hitting the double-teamed victim with punches to his mug. it eventually broke up via mr. bouncer and the pigs came.
they all then lived happily ever after.

why fight in that place? it's not even a shitty bar. it's a nice place.
that ain't gonna get you right.

and as i lay in my bed, i couldnt help but vividly recall how
the nite ended with a good ol' fashioned bar room brawl.

p.s. don, we [canadians] love you, but please...SHUT YOUR PIE-HOLE!