February Footnotes

So I have had an interesting February.

Basketball got cancelled, but we're back at er this afternoon. I'm a little choked i'll miss part of the gold medal game, but shit happens. Apparently God felt I should not catch any Canada game in its entirety, and I accept that.

I almost died twice. Once in the midterm week before reading week, and once the midterm week after. Feel fanfuckingtastic now tho. Well, I will when i get my monday/tuesday shit done.

My valentine's day was pretty low key. I celebrated the same way I always do. I grabbed a push pin, went to Safeway, and poked a hole in all the romantic balloons. Then I went to the health clinic and did the same thing to the condoms. You get what you pay for, you cheap bastards. In my defence, I knew I was doomed when facebook suggested my valentine be someone who doesn't like valentine's day. So i made it my own. Devoted a day to bringing joy to the most important person in my life: me. I was so happy. I know me so well. (Afternoon Delight just started playing so I'ma wrap this up before it gets all mushy and for-my-eyes-only).

I went to the gym yesterday. Me. The gym. Me. I am equally shocked. I rode the bike for 40 minutes, and I dont hurt like a bitch this morning. This might be the start of something beautiful.

Well, since you're now picturing me all sexy and working out, my work here is done.

Oh My God!!!!! Epiphany!!!! In the Crash Test Dummies' "Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm", the first verse is about Gohan!!!! (some of you are judging me, the others are equally excited.) I must leave before my inner nerd fully reveals itself. If anyone needs me, I will be working on eng phys.

I disappoint myself.

Last night (or this morning. at what time is this change????), I started watching Pulp Fiction. I fell asleep before the "English, Motherfucker" line.

That is like my favourite line in ANY movie.

In other news, several years later, I still remember damn near every line of Batman Forever. So I guess I can forgive me. I love me. I also still feel that the roller coaster into the twisted mind of Edward Nigma in the latter half of that movie is an excellent portrail of mental decay. Well done, sir.

In other random news, I just watched the National Anthems be played in Montreal. One guy in a Flyers' jersey (surrounded by all red jerseys) sang every word of the US national anthem to those around him. This made me laugh.

But with that I'm off to crack a Guiness, rock some Pink Floyd, and watch 2 games and a dunk contest. Tomorrow is Single's Awareness Day. Check my twitter for a witty valentine's-based tweet, that also celebrates my milestone of 300 tweets. Tonight we dine in hell and all that crap. **Spoiler Alert**--- It's probably not appropriate.

It's that time of year again...

by which I mean midterm season. Yuck.

I had a span of 3 midterms in 26 hours, and I haven't slept since it ended yet, so please excuse any grammatical errors. I'm waiting up to see if I am going out tonight. Then it's back to school for 730 am tomorrow cause some dickheads came into the lab and interrupted my french oral assignment this evening.

Yes, I have to be at school at 730 in the morning for oral. Go ahead, get it out of your system. Laugh, clown, laugh.

A friend just commented on msn with "aww, that's so cute. you have oral work." :D

So, these 3 midterms...

Today was electromagnetism. Then calculus. Both are mandatory for phys/engphys. I'm the only one who's soul didn't get molested by e/m. And then calc happened.

After exams, I was standing at the busstop in my favourite bunnyhug (the blue one with the skulls. fyi today was the first time anyone insinuated me looking gangsta *makes gangsta face*), holding my jacket in my hand. I didn't feel cold. And then i realized....

I don't feel anything...

2 months of solid P/EP has removed all feeling. My soul is smeared evenly across the dreary basement floors of the phys building, lost in a swirling sea of 2nd, 3rd, and 4th years. My department is full of zombies. Zombies who don't eat sleep, who wander aimlessly from assignment to assignment, moaning "braaaaaain.... braaaaaain..."

I am thankful for reading week. I get to relax for 2 days at home before I come back and begin studying for the two midterms immediately after the break.

On a closing note, I have noticed that many student turn to prayer during midterm season. Lots pray to God (in their form of choice) for help/guidance, a few pray to superman, or chuck norris, for help in their battle with exams. Me? I have stopped hoping for H1N1. Now I pray to Patrick Swayze, in hopes that he will barge through the doors of my exam room, hoist me over his head and spin me (a la dirty dancing).

That, my friends, is the dream.