Right, time for one of my sometimes sporadic, always awesome updates.

The time is 8:38, a time which will fluctuate constantly throughout this message depending on how long I take to write this. 8:39

So yeah, what a weekend. Got some nice clothes at Holt Renfrew on friday with my good friend Elaina, which was awesome, and then proceeded to have a wicked awesome time drinking the night away with my friends, including the little animal ones known to me only as the toadstools.

But enough of this random bullshit.

The rugby results from the weekend were mixed, me winning both games nearly single-handedly using my extreme skills in the field of martial arts, however recieving 2 yellow cards and a one week suspension as a result. Shit happens. 8:41

I guess what I was trying to say throughout this whole passage, is that, no matter what happens, I love water. Good old H2O. Like really, what would we be without it? Dried, dehydrated husks of people, in fact barely people at all. But I digress.

I want you all to have an awesome week, and an even better weekend. Paix out, my home slices.

7 AM

Sunday morning, October... 3rd

Hungover..

Alright, enough of that, but yeah, up at 7, nothing to do, decided to update everyone on my past few days. I can't remember much of last night, but it must have been good, because I distinctly remember us constructing a beeramid out of empty cans. 56, empty cans.

But more to the point, yesterday my rugby club played against Capilano, lost 32-25, but the after match festivities were fun, so all was good... I think it's kind of sad that i just summed up my weekend with two paragraphs... and one of them was about a beeramid... ouch.

However, thats irrelevant from this point onwards. What really matters is that I had an awesome weekend, and nobody can take that away from me... nobody. And that, concludes todays update on Days of Colin's Life. Right, awesome, have an awesome week everyone.

Hey everyone who cares to read this, this is Colin. Indeed, Colin, this is. I'm just enjoying myself, sipping from the sweet nectar of life, otherwise known as a sweet apple martini, contemplating the existence of school tomorrow.

but I'm boring you

Unfortunately, theres nothing I can do about that, me being an inherently boring person. Pretty much all I can talk about is my weekend, which I will describe in great, great detail.

Later.

For now, to bed, and I bid you all a good night