UofR Book Sale

-Don't they have any sports books?
-I got them all yesterday. Haha.
-Oh it was you? Damn it.
-Haha.
-You couldn't even get enough beer in me to read one of these...

In line: Henderson's

-You paying with cash?
-Oh no. I'm just the entourage.
-Haha. Everyone needs an entourage.
-Totally. Especially when they're buying food.
-Hey, back off, Bitch.
-Hahaha.
-No seriously. I'm not gonna lie. I'm unusually overprotective of my mini-eggs.
-Ok. Ok. I won't lie either. Very rarely do I ever share. Anything.
-I know, me neither.
-My dad always stole my food so I hate sharing.
-Especially sandwiches. Why would I wanna mix your saliva with my saliva?
-I know! Or drinks?
-Chocolate bars?
-Chips?
-So bottom line... Get your own mini-eggs.
-Hahaha.
-No seriously...

Waiting for Coffee: Starbucks

-Oof. Thought I was dreaming for a second there.
-How so?
-Didn't you see who served us?
-Oh yeah. Haha. Forgot you liked her.
-Oh man. She's a dream.

The Tall Tables: Riddell Center

-Ya know that crazy girl in my history class. She was in your French class or something?
-Yeah, that super weird one?
-Yeah. K. She came to class today, and like ten minutes into class she left. And then came back. Half an hour later. With a friggen coffee.
-Hahaha. That doesn't surprise me at all. She is so crazy.
-Hahaha. What? Did the prof say anything?
-No. Haha. He's probably used to her by now.
-She's always crazy?
-Oh yeah. In my class she would hit herself in the head every time she'd get a word wrong or whatever.
-I know! She did that last class! She just like hits her forehead so hard.
-Seriously?
-Yes! We'd always be like, Are you ok?
And she'd be like, Oh I do that all the time.
-Hahaha. That's so weird.
-She is weird. If she wasn't hot, she'd be like legit crazy.
-Hahaha. You think she's hot?
-Yeah. Totally.
-Haha.
-Is she?
-I've never thought about it. She's just too weird to be hot. Haha.
-Hahaha. True, I guess.
-Hahaha.
-Hahaha.

Sorting Clothes: UofR Bookstore

-Heeey, looook who it iiiss.
-Uh oooohh! Do we gotta kiss you're butt mega time now?
-What?
-Mwwa. Mwwa. Mwwa. Mwwa.
-What are you talking about?
-Well you're an Author now, aren't you?
-Darren!
-Oh. Well this is my second book, but yeah.
-Oh it is?
-You knew that!
-I did not know that.
-Sorry!
-But this one's new. So do we haveta kiss butt?
-Nah. You could read it, that'd be nice.
-Mwwa. Mwwa. Mwwa. Hahaha...

Finding a Book: Chapters Bookstore

-Are these even in order?
-I know, I can't find anything.
-I thought it was supposed to be alphabetical.
-It is alphabetical.
-Doesn't look like it.
-Look, A, and then, T.
-Alphabetical by author, you stupid. Hahaha.
-Well how am I supposed to know?
-Did you know?
-I don't know. Don't ask me.
-Hahaha. You guys are crazy...

At the Foodcourt: Cornwall Center

-Ya know what my buddy said to me? He was like, Isn't it weird how First Nations, or wait, Aboriginals. What are you supposed to call them now?
-I think they're actually interchangeable. You just have to say, peoples, at the end.
-Really? Why?
-I don't know. It's politically correct cause if you just say, Aboriginals, you're like objectifying the group as a thing rather than people. Or something.
-Well, anyway. He was like, isn't it weird how if they lived in San Diego, people would probably just think they're Mexicans.
-Oh my gosh, what an idiot.
-I know. He just said it out of the blue.
-What'd you say?
-I don't know... But I guess if you think about it, if a Mexican lived here, I'd probably think he was an Aboriginal. Aboriginal Person, sorry. Am I supposed to say Mexican Person, then?
-I don't know, haha.
-Mexicanos?
-I don't think it's the same.
-Tacos?
-Oh my god.
-That was bad, sorry.
-You're such an idiot.