The Swamp

Now there’s no more oak oppression

September 29th, 2005 at 11:53 am (Tales of the Swamp)

So I woke up this morning to a wild storm. It sounded extremely flamboyant, and I was like, lol, I hope a tree doesn’t fly through my window like that time on Alf. My laptop might get wet.

So then I’m walking to school, and I see this police car blocking the road I’m crossing, and I’m like, lol, I hope a tree didn’t crash into someone’s house on that street.

And then I’m walking in behind Walter Light Hall and I happen to glance to my left, and there through the houses, by the street I was lololling about, is a tree lying smack dab on top of someone’s car. It’s got to be around 2 metres in circumference and there are live wires hanging about, and I’m like, holy fuck. I actually said that out loud, I said “holy fuck.” Fortunately, there were no professors or catholics around to be offended by my remark.

Anyhoo, then I wrote my Human-Computer Interaction test and it was pretty easy.

This week’s score
Nature: 1
Aberdeen: 1
Cars: 0