Raining on my Bloody Parade

Hi people,
Obviously I've arrived in Kingston, and my fingers have regenerated enough that I can type again. It obviously doesn't compare to Calgary over here, what with it's 7 prisons and community of old people. That's okay, I'm sure that it balances out in the universe, if not, Tom Cruise can always come save me. No nordic god alert yet, because the rain scares them away. I don't even get a bloody lake view, or even a close view of the building across from me like last year, when I could actually see into people's rooms, not that anything interesting ever happened. My course load isn't as bad as the chemical hell Jason is in right now, but all my friends are in biochem, so I can see the effects. The good thing about the new dorm is that it's coed, but the security is so stupid, that you need keys to activate the elevators, but I take the bloody stairs anyway. I barely brought anything with me, so all I have to decorate my white white walls are law posters and Johnny Depp, who i don't even love. Alas. But soon, Tom Cruise from the glory days will be migrating to the wall, and beat Johnny into submission.

It's homecoming this weekend, since we made national news last year for our drunken riot, let's cross our fingers and hope it happens again. Because of course, we can't ruin our bloody reputation anymore. Do you know the administrators here call Queen's, "The Harvard of the North." Just try saying that with a straight face.

I miss you guys lots, and I miss the dryness of Calgary's weather. Perpetual rain is not my bloody cup of tea. Peace out dudes. Save your money for the Fountain and Spiderman 3.

p.s. See Natrix, I found my way to the bloody blog.