The Meaning of The Private Room

Big news everyone! Big news! my loyal comrade Douglas, and I, have finally discovered the truth about the secret room. It all happened late last night when we were trying to decide on something to do. there were so many options. Pub night, dance dance revolution, super smash bros tourney, get wasted and sit around, go into town for a pint?...so many choices so little time. Finally I suggested a poker game and we settled on that. With no time to spare we dashed to the common room and stole...or "borrowed" the table that the TV sits on. Dougie then ran off to grab his set of chips while i tried to find a good place to play. After rallying the troops and getting John and Maxer to join me, we ran into this big brazillian guy named Fabio. Still searching for a place to play we chatted him up a while and asked him to play. "sure" he said. "you guys can play in my room". He then proceeded to walk us to his room. Walking down the 4 South corridor a strange feeling overcame me. the hair stood up on the back of my neck. goosebumbs formed on my arms. as he opened the door to his room i thought "What was this place? it feels freakishly familiar, i know ive been here before" thats when i noticed it. The golden sign on the door "Private" covered by the large hand drawn letters of the name "Fabio!" walking inside i was shocked to discover that this was no room. this place was a palace! it was twice, maybe three times the size of any other room. it had its own bathroom and sleeping space, fully equiped with a fridge, oven, and cupboards! On his return I proclaimed to Doug, "WTF man! its the private room! this place is amazing! how the hell did you get it?!" fabio then told us the story of how we worked for the university and did some kind of work for them or something like that, i dunno, it wasnt a very exciting story but the room itself was exciting enough. We then proceeded to play poker and sadly I got taken for an entire $5. the final pot would have been mine but Dougie had horseshoes up his ass and completed a straight draw on the river! DAMN! o well, theres always next time, and $5 is a small price to pay for the pleasures of cold beer and good company.

The Apology (Not by Plato...)

Hello! I would like to take this opprotunity to appologize for the horrific lack of effort I have been contributing to the blog. I mean it! I do....see the video?. I promise...there are stories to come! I have them in my brain...ive just been doing alot of homework latley and havent gotten the chance to update!




COMING SOON TO A BLOG NEAR YOU:

• Long distance couch heist
• "I can get him out of the closet" bets
• The capitalist waterbottle plan
• anatomy of a cactus
• Lesbian Techies
• Boat tobogganing
• the Doug trap.

please be patient! all these stories are to come!

Ben

Things I Like About Trent!
a short note about things i like at Trent so far.

• The lunch ladies...egspecially Paula (Patty is a bitch tho)
• the coziness of my room
• awesome food...all you can eat
• friends who worry when im out late
• the bus
• Pops-the old man from 5th floor
• pub night!
• BEER!
• let me write that again for emphasis! BEER!
• fishin'
  
• slingshotting random shit while drunk
• that pirtate guy beside doug with the jolly roger flag
  
• good buds
  
• super smash bros
• doing what i want when i want
• not having to get off the phone when someone else wants to use it
• the babes
• super fast internet!
• watching movies by myself....it sounds lame but its nice n chill
• doing all my homework from the comfort and security of my bed (instead of a desk)
• sleeping in
• showering
• going back to bed
• learning at my own pace
• the rooftop garden
• ice cream!!!!
  

Things I miss about home:

• my dog....
• ....yea....i got nothin
  

Day 30: HEAD OF TRENT

Hello loyal readers! How art thou? me? im well thanks. Just a short little post to let you all know how im doing..



recently it was head of trent...it was supposed to be awesome but it kinda sucked. you had to be 19 to get in anywhere good. they wouldnt even let us into the rowing kegger cuz u had to be a rower! for those of you that dont know head of trent is a regetta-one of the biggest and most prestigous of all universities in north america. Saxon came over that night and we had some fun-so it wasnt a total loss, but her friends are stupid, one of the girls left a huge crap in my toilet and the fucking guys that were over left beer bottles all over the place. assholes. i had to smuggle them out cuz ur not allowed to have glass bottles in rooms.

speaking of which...max, doug and I, or the MDB crew as we call it, are thinking of brewing our own beer. 4 West Beer! perhaps we can make a profit! we'll let you know how it goes.

PS: Saxon i posted that rele gross pic of you just cuz ur friends are dinks. i guess its sorta like revenge in a way...but you never really did anything! love you babe! =)