more late night ramblings

so, without fail, whenever the clock passes 3am, i get into this melancholy, sanctimonious mood where i tend to spew emo-reeking posts about paranoid delusions and broad sweeping social commentary that really deserve to get me punched in the ear. 

i can't explain why. i think my biological clock genetically predisposes me to emotional entropy as a self defense mechanism against my insomniac tendencies. it usually doesn't work. 

tonight however, i choose not to post my psycho-analytical blathering (although i did write it out). 

no, tonight i opt instead to simply ponder what the single most substantial difference in my life would be had i elected to attend the university of waterloo for undergrad instead of western. 

i would probably be working now instead of still in school. i would be in commerce, meaning i am in nothing in particular at all. i would not treat girls who's names start with c as if they carried bubonic plague. 

most importantly however, and perhaps the single biggest reason i am glad i went to uwo:

i would not be as good at basketball. not even remotely close. 

don't think i don't thank my lucky stars every night i went to london. can you imagine if my jumper was still as lackluster as it was in high school? i probably wouldn't even like playing basketball that much anymore. i shudder to think... it truly is frightening.