Word of the day:
wanton
1. Immoral or unchaste; lewd.
2. Gratuitously cruel; merciless.
3. Unrestrainedly excessive.
4. Luxuriant; overabundant.
Honorable mention:
harassment pronounced har-es-ment
schedule pronounced shed-dule
wanton
1. Immoral or unchaste; lewd.
2. Gratuitously cruel; merciless.
3. Unrestrainedly excessive.
4. Luxuriant; overabundant.
Honorable mention:
harassment pronounced har-es-ment
schedule pronounced shed-dule
Here's another parking ticket case for you to take to court Joel. It's kind of a long rant, but I need to get it off my chest...
I went up to Regina one Tuesday night to visit the girlfriend, and I parked along the fence of a yard that bordered the parking lot. I knew that this was not allowed, but after parking there five straight times, I figured I would press my luck until I got a ticket. I also bet Meghan that she could park there ticketless too (her roomate had her spot), and promised to pay the $25 parking ticket if she got one. Well, as luck would have it, or wouldn't have it, we both had a parking ticket on our vehicles the next morning. So, being the stubborn person I am, and not wanting her to know that she won the bet, I removed her ticket from her car, and drove back to Weyburn thinking I had got away with one. It turns out I couldn't have been more wrong. That night, she informed me that she had a ticket on her car in the morning when she left for school. The problem can be shown better in a timeline:
Tuesday, September 23
10:00pm - vehicles are parked illegally in the alley
Wednesday, September 24
6:30am - removed ticket #1 from windshield
- ticket issued at 10:30 pm September 24
8:30am - removed ticket #2 from windshield
- ticket issued at 7:30 am September 24
You can see that the parking official, with their high level of education and time-travelling abilities, went into the future and issued ticket #1 for the next night. So I see the dates on the tickets, and I call the ticket center to complain, but they're closed. I leave a message, but to no avail, and end up paying $75 worth of parking tickets for losing a stupid bet. The man screws me again!!
I went up to Regina one Tuesday night to visit the girlfriend, and I parked along the fence of a yard that bordered the parking lot. I knew that this was not allowed, but after parking there five straight times, I figured I would press my luck until I got a ticket. I also bet Meghan that she could park there ticketless too (her roomate had her spot), and promised to pay the $25 parking ticket if she got one. Well, as luck would have it, or wouldn't have it, we both had a parking ticket on our vehicles the next morning. So, being the stubborn person I am, and not wanting her to know that she won the bet, I removed her ticket from her car, and drove back to Weyburn thinking I had got away with one. It turns out I couldn't have been more wrong. That night, she informed me that she had a ticket on her car in the morning when she left for school. The problem can be shown better in a timeline:
Tuesday, September 23
10:00pm - vehicles are parked illegally in the alley
Wednesday, September 24
6:30am - removed ticket #1 from windshield
- ticket issued at 10:30 pm September 24
8:30am - removed ticket #2 from windshield
- ticket issued at 7:30 am September 24
You can see that the parking official, with their high level of education and time-travelling abilities, went into the future and issued ticket #1 for the next night. So I see the dates on the tickets, and I call the ticket center to complain, but they're closed. I leave a message, but to no avail, and end up paying $75 worth of parking tickets for losing a stupid bet. The man screws me again!!
If I hear that Barenaked Ladies song one more time, I'm going to murder somebody. A song about chimpanzees on postcards, give me a frickin break!!! Read the lyrics and tell me these guys aren't the most ridiculous band out there.
Today I made an appearance at the provincial high school soccer finals here in Weyburn (I met Marco there you pervs!). Six teams from around the province came into town, which would fill most of the hotels in this town to capacity. Because of this fact, I figured the hotel owners would be catering to their every need, in order to promote our shitty city. Turns out I couldn't have been more wrong. I asked Marcos parents how their room was, and what they said is a disgrace. The beds were made, but the sheets were dirty, and there was garbage and toenail clippings on the floor. Yeah that's right, the most vile of all clippings, TOENAILS. They said some people actually went out and bought new sheets and blankets for their beds. Unbelievable! We're supposed to be getting the 2004 Sask Summer Games here, let's hope things improve to something that will at least pass the health codes. Toenail clippings!!! Sick.
As you can see if you're still checking this blog, I finally got my computer fixed. I'm hoping to kind of get back into the swing of things as far as blogging on a regular basis goes, but not sure if I'll be able to live up to my own expectations. I thought seeing as I haven't kept it up in a while, I might as well change the look too (even though I said I would never change). Yeah, so anyways, keep coming back, and I'll try not to disappoint.
