Hello, Friends and Neighbours

Notes

And we’re back from commercial. It’s been 5 days without internet, but thanks to a cafe, not 100 paces from where I sit, I was able to stay a bit connected. While I was offline I managed to get a job at the career & employment centre, using nothing but the massive amount of charm and wit at my disposal. As Neil rightly noted, there’s something quite amusing about gaining employment at an employment center.

I like most of the roomates so far. I’ve met 3 of the 5 and with the exception of one space cadet, the future appears bright. However, it’s just me and the space cadet at the moment. Notice how I put the ‘me’ first, breaking a grammatical rule. That’s how little I think of her, at the moment. Anyway, last night she and her friends used a 3 foot tall Egyptian bong-like device to smoke some fruity tobacco (not that there’s anything wrong with that). I just ask that if you’re going to partake in the fruity tobacco that you put your paraphernalia away after it’s done. The Bell repairmen that stopped by at 9 this morning didn’t seem fazed that they had to sidestep a massive bong to get to my telephone jack, but then I would imagine that they’re used to things of this nature, working in a university town.

Ahh, I’ve just met another one right this second, moving in with her mother. She also seems intelligent and considerate, like the other two. It appears as if only one cadet will be enrolled at the academy this semester. Pity, that.

My neighbours all seem like interesting people. To my left is a house of regular people that like to have a bit of fun once in awhile. Across the street and to my left, is a house of Mac guys. Decorative beer bottles and a stolen “Dead End” road sign adorn their front porch. How fitting. Across the street and to the right is the house of seven ‘ladies’. In fairness I’ve only met four of them. I’m sure the other three are quite lovely. Last and quite least, on my right is a house of non-student guys, looking for love in all the wrong places. They’re currently claiming that they’re pilots for one of the airlines that fly out of Hamilton International Airport. Interesting that, considering they’re always drunk and on the front driveway. I had to call the police at 2AM a couple of nights ago, to break up their 40 person drunken extravaganza. I’m sure they’ll have no problem paying that $200 fine though, as they are pilots.

God bless my parents, they came up yesterday and brought my bicycle and the neglected family BBQ. I’d be grilling away, if not for the fact that it seems to need ceramic briquettes as well as a new gas tank and a new burner. I basically received a rusted and dirty shell, to which everything needs to be added. They were also pressed into grocery service, as they will be on every occasion they have to visit. All the best, mom and dad.