Welcome to My World

And so another school year begins. More friends have moved away and surely I have made and will make some new ones.

This will be my seventh year in Peterborough, which is somewhat depressing. Although like Van Wilder I’ve talked someone out of suicide at the beginning of a school year I have yet to do it pantsless.

I think I’ll have to take my maths via correspondance as doing the class setting thing with little to no background on the subject just hasn’t been working for me.

This year I’ll be taking Computer Networking and Electronics. They promise to be fun and challenging courses. After finishing them I’ll still need my project courses (401 and 402 here at Trent) and all of my maths.

That’s 6 credits I need, although I already have enough in credits to graduate. I need those 6 specific courses to get out of here.

Ah well, nose to the grindstone I suppose.

In 2026 Seamus McThirsty engaged in a new pass time that would be passed down throughout the ages…

Upon completing the task of empting a case of 24, Seamus was faced with a new challenge – a need for entertainment, and a surplus of empties.

Thus, the game of Bowling for Empties was born on the streets of Peterborough on Antrim, a sacred spot of much partying. This game was not to be played except but in the middle of a street. (The bottles would not stand well in the yard.)

The game was simple, it mimicked bowling in every way except the pins were empty bottles, there were no lanes, the bowling ball came from the Wall of Mart, and the number of pins increased as the players indulged in libations.

Much merriment ensued as the cars swerved and dodged around the players while they got a strike. The passerbys cheered on the bowlers as they chugged while picking up a spare… and not a police officer was to be seen on this holiest of nights.

The great game of Bowling for Empties should be taught in pre-schools. The bowlers of the future shall bowl proudly as they careen their spherine into bottles of guiness, and lakeport and to a lesser degree the light of coors.

Yea, though they walk through the valley of cheap beer, the shadow was not cast on their game.