La musique: speachless- Bane

So apparantly I did some more jabbering (yelling) in my sleep, then went to go sleepwalk, but Coranna stopped me. I googled to see if there was a way to make money off of it as some sort of sleepwalking guinea pig, but it would appear not.
Both of my midterms are over (all two of them), which is nice, I did okay on one and smoked my biology one. The plan is to get nice and drunk tonight to celebrate so I'm adequately hungover for my eye appointment at 8:30 am.
In other news, today is the Grand opening for the Charlottetown Home Depot. DO NOT COME. The whole goddamn island is going to be there, it's going to be swamped. Tell everyone you know who may possibly be going not to go either. Say there was a bomb threat or something, the less people there, the less work I have to do.

La musique: Alive- Ryan Adams (home depot soundtrack)

Yesterday I was walking along the UPEI campus and I spotted a ladybug on the ground. When I was a kid, I used to play with them for hours on end, letting them walk over my hands until they grew bored and flew away. So, feeling nostalgic, I picked the bugger up and walked around with him crawling around on my hand for while. I likely looked rather interessting (read: retarded) strolling around UPEI staring at my hands, until he fell, and landed on the pavement. I checked, and she was okay, so I continued on my way.
It was at that point a water bottle I had in the back of my kitbag fell out and hit the ground. As I turned around to get it, I felt like a Nazi, I knew.
Under my waterbottle was a squashed ladybug.
Slightly ominous, no? I'm not sure what it means but I'm pretty sure God hates me.

La musique: protest- buck 65

It's 4 am.
My Mom's bf Dave wakes up with the weight of a body on him.
Confused, half asleep, he struggles to understand what is happening. Assuming my mother is the one on top of him he exclaims: "Judy?!"
No reply
"Judy?!" again.
This wakes my mom, who rolls over and in the dim light see a face. She yells: "Matthew!"
This seems to awaken the deadness heaped upon poor David.
The shadowy figure stands up, chuckles "Tee hee hee" and retires to the bathroom, only to be taunted and embarrassed the next day for something of which he has no recollection.
The life of a sleepwalker is never easy.

La musique: Hope is... -Killswitch engage

Well, you've missed nothing in the epic tale that is The Matt Ling story.
School (I hate you)
The depot
Drugs
Alcohol
Watching baseball
Coranna
The fact that that's it is the most depressing thing ever.

I could write about the consective weekends I drank Molson XXX, but alas, your knowledge of them is likely as (or perhaps more) clear than mine. I keep going up to people and going "Whoa I was so drunk this weekend...." to which people usually respond: "Uh yeah, I was there."

We should have a Winslow vs. Stratford Alcoholympics. Specifically delegated team members battle in different mediums of Alcohol in terms of speed and amount.
i.e. Gabrielle v. Chuck in who can drink the most Great white. (Which I'd really like to see)
0r Matt v. Shannon and Steph (combined) in most Vodka in an hour.
We've not done a single inter-community competition this year, I think this is one we could all find a way to get together for. So if you want, post more potential matchups and we can do this thing up.