dream come true?

so those of you who know me (and let's face it, there are two people that read this thing with anything approaching regularity) may know of a wish that I've had for most of my educational career. for those of you who don't know me (i.e. anyone who has stumbled on this waste of space by mistake) I'll fill you in now...

for the last 9 years (give or take) I've wanted to go into a final exam, fall asleep/get drunk/do anything other than write the exam, and the get up, panic/yell/tear up the paper, and run. it's all I think about every time I write a final, "man, I just want to walk out of this room after causing a scene..." anyway, my last exam is on april 24th, yes, that's the last day of finals, and it turns out that it doesn't matter if I write it or not as I can't do any worse than 89.4% (this is related to the previous post with the mid-term mark). that day also happens to be the day that we're having the porch-climber party. I'm going to talk to the prof. and ask if my mid-term actually will count for 70% of my final grade (as is my understanding) or if it's still a 30%/40% mix. if it counts for 70%, I'm going to need some suggestions as I have absolutely no intention of trying to beat 89%, because quite frankly I don't think it can be done.

the person with the best suggestion will win a prize...

anyone else smell that?

that's the smell of success bitchez!

I don't want to brag too much, but I just got an 89.4% mid-term mark. the best part is that the prof. is only going to count the highest mark on either the mid-term or final, basically making my final worthless.

funny thing is, he gave me 44.7 because clearly I can't round up to 90%.

whatev. I'm still happy as a pig in sh*t.

post number the third

no, for serious.

every once and awhile a song comes out that just rocks my world. now, I like to think that I listen to a wide variety of musical styles and all that, but I definitely lean towards the harder stuff (with a few notable and important exceptions, which for our purposes shall remain nameless, it's a pride issue really). for a while it was "good vibrations" by the beach boys, then it was "sloop john b.", also by the beach boys. now I'm rocking out to "move along" by the all-american rejects. there's something about this song that just blows my mind.

currently in the middle of the last hell month of my university career, and quite frankly I couldn't be happier. sure I'm getting behind in all six of my classes, sure my marks may suffer, but at this point who really cares anymore? a little over a month from now I should be laughing my way to the unemployment line with my fresh BAH.history. and before you go and criticize my choice in studies at school, I'll have you know that I can write one hell of a paper. damn straight. 25 grand down the drain and I've learned how to use a semi-colon in a paragraph. how many of you can say that? (no english majors) I thought so.

day of days

so I was walking back from class this afternoon (1pm) and I noticed there was a double trailer transport truck parked on my street. now at first, I thought nothing of it, but as I got closer I noticed that it said "kokanee" on the truck. I also noticed a number of people around said truck. naturally I just assumed that some people were having a huge shinding and I continued on my way. I got home, dropped my stuff off, and went next door to talk with J about the trade deadline for hockey. didn't even give the truck a second thought. a short while later, my roomie Marcus came home, and he appeared to be in one hell of a rush. I was slightly confused by this so I went to see what was up. I got about one toe in the front door and I hear "dude, they're giving out free beer!"

"oh? so that's what that truck's for!"

"yeah, you coming? get some shoes, now!"

got my shoes, got my ID, got my free beer. tried to go back for round two (they were only giving out 6 packs) but the fuzz came and shut the whole thing down. the important thing is that now I have six free beers chilling in my fridge.

I know you're all jealous.

love and cupcakes,

popping that cherry

so here it is, the first post. I won't lie and say that it was easy, but it didn't hurt as much as I thought it might.

I still have no idea what I'm doing, but they tell me that it comes with practice. eventually I may even come to like it. who knows?

this one has already gone on long enough and I need to take it easy in the beginning.

until next time,