Stuff to do.

All coincidentally due on Friday

1) Resume, draft version 2 (this one is marked)

2) Cover-letter for a mining company

3) Statistic Assignment 2,

4) Math 255 Assignment 7?

5) Mechanics Homework

 

That, plus on Wednesday night, there is another Co-op session. From 6->9pm

gg.

 

That means I'll be finishing one or two of the work tonight.

 

Short Short Story: Destiny

In the suburbs of a particularly rainy town, there was a house where a brother and a sister were working on a secret project.

"Ah, yes, this is the last piece!", said the brother.

"Wow, brother, are you going to try it out now?" asked the sister, enthusiastically.

The brother paused for a moment, contemplating the scenario which must unfold. "Yes, sis, but you can't be here when I turn this on. It might be dangerous."

"Wait a minute, Terrence, why are you making this thing again? You can get hurt!"

Terrence was a little annoyed, but was also touched that she would care so much about him. It's been four years since he was adopted to this family, and they've thus far shown nothing but courtesy and kindness.

"Tiff, this isn't a 'you-can-get-burnt-and-impaled' kind of dangerous, this is more like an 'Oh no! There is a stream of steam hitting me, I got a small blister' kind of dangerous. I don't want to see my little sister get hurt."

"Oh," was Tiffany's response. She stepped back, seeming to have lost all interest. "Have fun, then."

 

Finally, Terrence was alone in front of Destiny, the name given to the machine. He had designed it over the course of four months, with most of the plan revealed to him in brilliant dreams. Though he didn't know the exact purpose or function of the machine, he knew he had stumbled upon something truly great and magnificent. Destiny was created using broken parts and spare machines he had found. His friends donated the rest of the parts.  Despite its looks, the engineering of this Frankenstein machine seemed sound. It was a scientific fact that it wouldn't blow up and destroy the house, at least according to the scientific concepts and laws that Terrence was aware of.

 

 

Terrence was hungry. He walked to the control keyboard of his Destiny, and inserted a slice of bread into the toaster. No, the toaster was not part of the machine; it was just convenient in the interest of alleviating his vast hunger. Terrence, content that his bread was being toasted, went and switched the machine on. There was a slight hum and a slight glow on the metal floor. It stayed this way, for the entire duration of the toasting. Terrence was confused at the sight; something was supposed to happen!

 

"Well, that was anti-climatic."

 

Meanwhile, Tiffany was in the kitchen upstairs toasting and making a two sandwiches, one for her and one for her brother. Her birthday was around the corner and she wanted to make sure that she will get a really awesome present, not that Terrence didn't already have something totally awesome planned.

Tiffany could hear a series of manly grunts from the basement. She giggled at his silliness and continued her task. Going over to the fridge, she noticed that the lights were flickering inside. "Hm, that's weird." Eventually, the entire motor died down in a slow whirl to static motion. She took the required material and closed the door. The Toaster's lamp was flickering as well, leading Tiffany to wonder if this latest development would hinder her entire sandwich-making process. Alas, the machine ejected the golden crisp toasts.

 

Tiffany maneuvered herself towards the tasty treat, but a grand explosion shook the entire house, knocking the toasting machine to the ground. The blast opened up a hole in the ground from which black smoke spewed. Tiffany was scared because something truly terrible had happened, and it was not supposed to happen. Hearing sirens in the background, she rushed upstairs to find her parents, who were half-dressed, rushing out of their rooms. The side of the house began to sink, and the change in weight distribution caused the floor to collapse beneath the two adults. Tiffany watched in horror as they fell two stories towards the black, burning pit. Her father was impaled by a red-hot piece of debris from the explosion. The flesh surrounding his heart was slowly cooked as the heat conducted along the edges. Her mother suffered from a similar fate inside the burning black room. The fire was spreading to the second and third floor.

 

Tiffany had not expected this. She and Terrence were now orphans. Terrence?

"Terrence! Where are you?"

She ran down to the basement, ignoring all of the dangers accompanying such an act. The door to their work-room was blocked with debris. Removing the pieces with her bare hands, she eventually cleared the way to the door, but it was firmly shut closed and would not budge. "Terrence! Can you hear me?" The deaths of her parents finally settled in her mind. "Don't leave me, Terrence!"

 

A pair of hands fell on her shoulder, and tightened. A thick male voice barked a command at her. "Stay calm. We're here to help you." She turned around and saw a police officer. One more officer was behind him.

 

"You've got to help me! My brother! He is on the other side!"

"Don't worry", said the officer, "we'll get him out. Eric, check the stability of the house and open that door."

 

It was fortunate that the basement was made of a concrete mixture, or the fire would have consumed them all.

 

The officer lifted Tiff over his shoulder, and proceeded to vacate the burning building.

 

"Wait, I don't want to leave yet, just go save my brother."

"Listen, child, the building is collapsing. Now, is there anyone else besides your brother?"

"No. Not anymore."

"We're leaving now. Eric, can the door be opened?"

"I've got the door," said Eric as he put his weight against the door. It budged very slowly as he applied his force. The door opened. There were broken machines smashed against the wall, a giant gaping hole to the ceiling, a body impaled on a coat hanger, and a blackened, burnt corpse sitting on an ash-covered chair. They were all dead.

 

The scene was dead. 

 

"Alright, let's get the hell out of here."

 

Tiffany nodded.

 

Blogger, you have failed me = (

Something terrible is going on with Blogger. Maybe they're having a case of the Mondays, but it is still kind of sad. I sent in three posts in the duration of one hour and they JUST showed up. The last one failed too.

And it didn't update my blog on saturday or sunday, so that post was hidden too.

 

This has happened before. I dislike = (

Monday Midnight Madness

I woke up to this weird and strangely scary dream this morning.

There was a government medical program in which they take your eyeballs out, leaving two empty sockets. They promised to give them back after they do some enhancements, leaving you temporarily blind. The reason for they're doing this is research in the field of vision, or more precisely they were developing ways to enhance vision or give it to people who are naturally blind. Naturally blind people might have a different sense of sight when they've been blind all of their lives, and suddenly gain back their vision. Therefore, a person which used to have sight is needed in order to have objective answers.

 

I was one of the people selected (mandatory, I think.) and had my eyes taken out. The dream felt really weird because I could still "see", except things were horribly wrong. It was like I was moving inside of memory. I could tell where things are statically. For example, I could navigate my own room because I know in my mind where the bed and the alarm clock was, but I couldn't read the time because that is dynamic. Likewise, things are blurry if I have no previous knowledge of what it is. If someone moved a chair in front of me, I wouldn't know until I felt it. If It was someone who was talking, I'd get this blurry sense of where the person was. When I look at a person who was talking, I could see that they had two mouths, one below the nose, and one above. That's the weirdest thing, and I guess it makes sense in the most bizarre kind of way. Sight is replaced with Sound.

 

I just realised that I was sitting in the exact same classroom at the exact same computer for a class in my dream. That was creepy. Anyway, people were asking me what happened, and I reluctantly answered. I noticed that there were other people in the same condition as me. Eventually though, I began to see active movements and people again, without my eyes. It was a gimped form of vision, but I could still see in real time. Normal people were freaked out.

 

The end.

Make an account at Toys-R-Us and win a PS3?

This whole thing takes one minute, and you have a chance to win a PS3. It doesn't sound too bad, right?

 

I did it, you should do it too.

Should I be happy?

Lol Gladys. Anyway, I have to admit it was pretty lame. Kim was being a total weirdo, laughing at all of my lame jokes. I don't know if I like her.

We played Starcraft.

Yawn

Settlers of Cataan

Yawn.

A good thing was BattleStar Galactica though.

Oh, and gg to my earphones. I lost them again.

It must have been at lansdowne or something.

Terrorist Wins.

I got the Nightfall from BestBuy instead of Futureshop. Its simply a case of availability. Best Buy had the item, and FS didn't. Same price: 40 CAD, which is a really good deal.

Else? 35/46 on my Math 253 Midterm.

Its lower than expected since I apparently answered the first question in a completely different format than what was wanted.

Oh no. EoSC 324 Midterm result.

I failed, barely.

 

I feel bad, but I don't feel as bad because 1/3 of the class also failed. The average was 61 after scaling. The average before was 47.

 

Not good.

My reasons (and excuse)

1) With an average of 47, it shows that the instructor's teaching method isn't very effective.

2) I was really busy the night / day before. Having only three hours of sleep, I barely studied for this exam.

3) The class is hella boring.

 

 

My goal is to fix number two.

Thanks for all of your support.

Spoiler: Terrence dies.

Wait, he does?

What you doing Saturday?

Bi-monthly meetup.
Call your friends.
Leave nasty messages.
Call your friends if they're my friends too. I don't want to see hobos.


Ideas will be nice, email me plox.

Delicious.

I know that I can't write well, but I think I enjoy it. I enjoy putting ideas onto a page, and seeing the different possibilities that can arise. I enjoy getting feedback from them. My plan is to probably write one short story per week, which is entirely do-able. I want each story to be self-contained, and not like a chapter of a book, or a serialized story.

Indeed.

Exam? I think it went well.

For a moment during the exam, I was thinking, just like the Bowl of Petunias in that book,  "Oh no, not again!" Except that it wasn't too bad this time. By the end of the exam, I've successfully guessed what the question was asking, and got the correct answer (according to classmates), so good on that.

Jason Powar. I hate this guy. I hope he dies.

Oh wait.

LoL

Math 253 Midterm right... in 23 minutes.

I'm fairly confident about it. After spending a good 4-5 hours studying and reviewing last night, I came to the conclusion that we didn't do very much.

 

Hopefully this means that not much was taught, and not that I don't know what was taught.

 

Good luck, Star Fox.

I'll have to do some revision.

Mathematics Midterm tomorrow. I can't afford to do as badly as all of the other ones I've done.
Also relevant is that my moral self-esteem has been ripped apart by that resume revision. Seriously, going first in a group of four is the worst possible thing imaginable. She just disected each part of my resume and pointed out all of the faults.

Oh, and I have to or did revise the ending of the story in order to fit it inside of some kind of chronology.

So, that story wasn't really happy.

I find it most interesting that originally, the story was going to be about how the talking pumpkin got what it wished, which turned out to be a horrible fate with its organs and guts scooped out. Then, as I continued writing the story, it got more and more weird and dark. I just couldn't not continue that way.

Original Short: The Old Pumpkin Farmer

Max Miser is a sad little pumpkin. He had no friends. This might be due to the fact that he was a small, deformed pumpkin with two huge eye-like cysts, and patches of blue fungi spread over the bottom. Needless to say, Max is also atrociously ugly. He was so ugly, in fact, that no human child dared to pick it up, and thus during the annual Pumpkin Patch Pickin', Max was wholly ignored. By the start of the last week of October, Max was all alone; all of his brothers and sisters have found nice, beautiful children to go home with. Max wanted nothing more than to join them and be loved and cherished by children.

While sitting on the ground during the last nights of a particularly wet October night, Max began to weep. "Oh! Life is so unfair! I was born to be ugly and miserable. Why am I cursed with this brilliance and intelligence? Is it so that I can suffer? I just know that I can be a good pumpkin." Max cried himself to sleep that night.

The Old Farmer overheard Max's cries amidst all the rain. He was moved by the tiny orange-blue mess's plea and quickly thought up a plan. Since Halloween was just nights away, and Max was such a poorly-formed pumpkin, the farmer has given up selling the pumpkin. The wise old farmer instead decided to give Max Miser away to a poor lonely street urchin who would understand the feelings of absolute shame and hurt.

So, in the middle of the night, the Old Farmer, wearing his trench coat, thick gloves, and heavy leather boots, wrapped young Max Miser into a brown satchel. The ugliest little pumpkin was still asleep. The Old Farmer got in his reliable brown truck and drove into the city. Wanting to surprise the ugliest and most unfortunate children he could find, he went into t he deepest, darkest alleyway. He did this all for Max.

For hours and hours, he searched. Each child he came across was more disgusting and more deserving of the pumpkin than the last. They had boils and leprosy, cancer and aids, and everything else imaginable. Several of the boys and girls had been raped too, recently. They were just absolutely filthy and disgusting. The Old Farmer's heart broke at the pain and suffering for all of these children. He had to do something for these poor kids. Society has shunned them and ignored them. The Old Farmer can ignore them no more.

Max, hearing the suppressed weeping of the Old Farmer, woke up and said "Old, generous and kind Farmer, are you going to give me away to these children?"

The Old Farmer nodded. Max, still in the satchel, understood his feeling immediately. "Yes, Max, I'll take care of all of them. They can come live with me at the farm."

Max started to think aloud. "Old Farmer, you have no children of your own. When I am gone, what will you do?"

The Old Farmer was touched by this sentiment, and said "Oh Max, you're so thoughtful. Life just isn't fair for you. I'll do everything in my power to make you feel happy." With that, the Old Farmer said hush to the satchel. "Go sleep now, young Max." The Old Farmer swung the satchel back and forth in a gentle motion, putting Max into sleep.

It is now time for the Old Farmer to go and give up his son-like pumpkin to these unfortunate children, so that they would all find joy and happiness at least for a while. He went up to a particularly sickly-looking Asian boy, and woke him up with his hands.

"Hello child," said the Old Farmer. "My name is Max, and I have a present for you to cherish and love."

The Asian boy screamed in absolute terror. He was trying to claw his way out of the Old Farmer's grip.

The Old Farmer was alarmed at his reaction. He quickly takes out Max from the satchel to show it to the boy.

The boy screamed yet again "Its you! Its you! Please, not me. Not me!"

Old Farmer Max is, at first, confused. What is happening? He doesn't know. The Old Farmer then felt intense anger. Anger so refined that he ached to bash the skull of some deserving fellow. Why is this happening? Was it society? Yes, Society has wronged them all. Society has punished the innocent and driven degenerates, greedy, and morally corrupt to the top, leaving perfectly normal beasts like himself, his pumpkin Max, and the boy into dire circumstances like this. The Old Farmer paused, and soon he felt nothing. "I think you need to come with me. Society has shafted you over and over again. I'll take good care of you, son. Both Max and I."

"Help! Help me! Call the cops!" The boy's desperate cries for help only resulted in shadows scurrying in the background, running from the scene. It was difficult for the Old Farmer to see what was happening through the thick rain.

"What are you doing? I'm trying to save your life. Just come with me. I'll take away all of your pains! All of your worries! Just come with me and you'll see!"

The Asian boy, with his tears masked by the heavy rain, looked directly into the eyes of the Old Farmer. "Don't you understand? You're taking away our choice by interfering. I don't want to die."

The Old Farmer started to understand the fear of the boy. This boy was simply ignorant, taught and molded by society to worship Satan. If only Max was awake, he'd laugh at the ridiculous idea. "No, I won't kill you. You'll have to sleep now though." He pressed his glove onto the Asian boy's mouth. There was much struggling, but the screams came out muffled. The Old Farmer put the boy at the back of the truck.

Awaken by the movement, Max woke up and yawned. "Old, generous, kind and wise Farmer, what is happening here? What is your plan?"

The Old Farmer smiled at his adorable pumpkin. "Society has warped and destroyed this child's mind. I'm trying to save his soul. It will take much work, but I can do it."
"But what about me, O Old generous, kind, wise and courageous Farmer? What should I do from now on?

The Old Farmer stoked the head of Max, and the head of the little boy. His hands lingered on his fine hair. "I haven't forgotten about you, Max."

Just as the Old Farmer was getting into the truck, two bright lights blinded him. "What's happening?"

Get out of the vehicle with your hands up.

The Old Farmer knew it was the police. They were simply the corrupt extension of society. Now they're going to kill him, take the child's life away, and finish off max. Knowing all of this, Max stepped away.

Alright, now step away from the vehicle. Further. Good.
"Get the child now!"
Now, turn around and we'll explain everything to you. That's the best possible outcome for you now.

"You can kill me, but spare the child's life. Spare Max's life."

Who's Max?
"Who's Max?"
"Did you see another child?"
"In of the car? No!"
Tell us where Max is and we'll take care of him.

The Old Farmer knew the end was coming soon. "I'll show you where Max is. He is in the car. Don't hurt him." He slowly walked towards his truck.

No, Max, don't do that. Step away.

The Old Farmer continued his path, and soon he was inside. He held onto Max with both of his hands, and quickly turned.

The natural reflex when you see something hideous and dangerous is to shoot it, and that's what four of the six police officers did when they saw the pumpkin. It had a large blue growth on the bottom. Starlight Fungus, it causes hallucinations.

"Fuck, now there'll be a formal inquiry into the whole matter."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of the problem. We accidentally shoot people all the time. This guy doesn't even have a family, and besides, he was heavily drugged. Starlight Fungus can lead to delusions and even fatality."

"What do we do with this Pumpkin?"

"I don't even want to touch it. Just deal with it."

And so they dealt with it. The other five officers took a sample of the blue growth for evidence, and left the rest of it rot in the rain. Later, all the desolate children huddled around and made a feast from the leftovers. Soon, they all became ill and died, all except for that one Asian boy who overheard the whole conversation. What was this boy's name? Terrence. With all of the street children and hobos and the like gone, Terrence was quickly able to find the perfect fit, a nice Asian family who wanted to adopt him. For Terrence's first Halloween, they completely gutted several pumpkins, and threw the insides away in the trash. Max Miser would have loved it.

The End.

Wake up call.

I know I've said this before. I get really bored and tired with my first class at least. The guy is just monotonous, and the material today was Acid Rock drainage. I already know that. Then, we covered some hydrogeology. Yep, I was falling asleep.

 

Until I heard the word "...give back the Midterm..." I swear, everyone bolted up and was renewed with energy. Just like a switch.

 

Results: Not so good. Didn't fail, but not good.

 

I guess it comes down to studying. Last week was a real bitch in terms of time management, so I'm just going to dedicate two (2) weeks of studying plan before each midterm now.

 

AnneFace should stop taking crack.

I received the most unusual text message I've come across in the longest time. It mentions that I've been walking in the evil path of UBC Engineering. The strange thing is that Mr. Alexis had the same comment about me recently. He said that I went to the "dark side". Hmph.

 

Crack sniffers, both of them. 

 

Engineering is good. Engineering brings love and prosperity to all. Engineering is the divine manifestation of all good things.

 

Engineering manufactures Peace.

Power creates the need for Engineering.

 

 

 

Monday Morning Madness.

Hello, this is Monday morning right now for me. I have to say that I absolutely love the smell of napalm in the morning. I have quite a busy day ahead of me, which is totally fantabulous. There is a Midterm coming up on the Wednesday. I have to complete my co-op resume. There are three assignments due on Friday. There should be plenty of work to be done.

Also, here is my presentation done on thursday.

I just saw this chick, I think her name is Christine Joseph.

I said Wow too. Saw her at the bus stop.

Its nice to be able to talk to some kids from my highschool. She's a nice person too. Whatever.
It doesn't look like she is happy though. I asked what she was doing at school. Chemistry. Nice. Of course, she's only taking four courses, so that's kind of not as many as I do, so it can't be that bad. She was complaining though.

I'm starting to feel like an adult. I realised this when I was talking to her, about how much I've actually learned about mining. That's the nice thing though, nobody knows anything about mining. I can just say complete bullshit, and they'd just take it in. Not that I did any bullshiting in from of CJ though. Overall, it was nice to catch up. Nice conversation overall.

In other news...

I got my hairs cut today. It feels cold now. Huzzah.

Someone tell Terrence.

http://vancouver.craigslist.org/ele/219807207.html

 

Guild Wars + Faction for one dollar?

On a lighter cheerful note.

I got cancer.

 

 

 

 

Not really.

 

But boy, am I glad about this whole schtick with the free stuff and all. I'm really tempted to start playing WoW when their game is selling on Amazon.ca for 19.99. Sure, its only one month, but I can try, right? A mining guild seems pretty neat imo. What else? I'm pretty sure I failed my two exams last day. I got some laughs during my presentation, which is uber neat. The instructor asked me if I'm a naturally funny guy. Talk about a morale boost, eh?

 

Oh, my sister's ipod is dying. That's bad news, in my opinion.

Sleep. Narcolepsy.

I should warn you
I go to sleep
I know you don't
know what I mean
yet
I get
upset or happy
I go to sleep
nothing hurts when
I go to sleep

I tried to sleep last night. I tried. I think the last I saw of the clock was 12:40ish. I woke up at 4:00am this morning to continue my studying (much help that did, eh?)

 

This is all pretty awful. In two and a quarter hours later, I will be attending my class. I'm just tired. Just tired. That's why I feel like Jack Bauer.

 

Again, awful.

Two strikes. That's the second AWFUL midterm. I'm only glad that there are other people in the class that totally ___-bombed it.

 

I feel awful.

I've decided to go ahead and start using my voice mail.

You will henceforth be greeted by the sound of my voice whenever you call me and I don't answer. Huzzah!

Well, I just crapped on my own grave.

GG, I probably failed that Earth and Ocean Science exam.

 

 

Three down, three to go?

I finished my statistic midterm today.

And now I have to finish (more like start) my "Assignment 1" (which is
actually the third assignment) Canada Mining evaluation project for
tomorrow. Weird.

As I'm typing this, I am reminded of my dream from last night in which
I keep on making typos while typing. Yes, I am constantly making typos
right now. I think it has to do with the amount of time that I'm
sleeping. Direct proportionality, I guess.

Anyway, two more midterms tomorrow starting at 8:00am until 9:00am,
followed by another one at 10:00am until 11:00am. Finally, after
another class, I have the super karate monkey death car starting at
2:00pm.

Oh, and as if I'm not strapped for time, there exists a Mandatory
Co-op workshop tonight starting from 6-9:00pm. Awful. Awful. Death to
the Jihadist.

That's primarily my reasoning for not being active, and not being
online as much as I could, but that's just an excuse. I have plenty of
time to do stuff like that. In fact, I'm doing stuff like this right
now. Indeed.

Life is going really strange right now; I don't like like it. I mean,
I keep on having these brilliant ideas, but they slip away because I
don't have time to put it down or do them later. For example, I had
this brilliant idea (not brilliant at all, actually) concerning
zombies. Actually, no. Its a story idea that I've been tossing around.
No, I won't say it. No, I won't actually ever write it.

What. The. Fuck.

Today:
Didn't study.
Didn't really start my project, but that's alright. None of my teammates did it either. GG

Played Guild Wars for 2 hours. Won Hall of Heroes twice.

Payed Co-op office 200 Dollars.

It sounds much less fun than it actually is.

 

Indeed.

Why do I feel so tired?

Lack of iron?

Lack of sleep?

 

I had about seven hours, which is actually the norm, yet I feel tired at school.

 

I don't know, maybe it is because of the boring, boring class.

Oh, and absolutely nothing happened to me on Friday.

ABSOLUTELY nothing.

Yesterday. Today. Tomorrow.

Yesterday:
Bi-weekly meet-up.
Nice people. Jacky = Jerk (Antifriend lole) for not showing up. Terrence = big dumb face.
Lysandra + Annie, Wow, girls.
Gladys = out of contact.
I hadn't seen Brad for a while, so that's good.
We had some homosexual games of Starcraft Broodwars, which is actually pretty neat.

I was supposed to hand in my part of the group assignment which is due on Thursday.

Today:
Wake up, Battlestar Galactica, read some awfully funny Harry Potter fanfic. It is obviously a joke, but some people think there exists retarded people like the author.

Church.
Guild Wars... for four hours.

I was originally going to do my research today and be one day late, lole. No time now.

Tomorrow:
I'm driving to school alone. If all goes according to plan, after my first class (Stats), I will spend two hours working on my research and submit it (lole), and then I have two Math classes sandwiching a Steelbridge meeting. Two more hours to do additional research. One hour of fun, and then my Mining class.

Fun fun.

I need to study.

Still not at home.

I got back like five minutes ago.

 

Very tired. I've been awake for about 18 hours now. I'm still staying at campus which means I get an extra hour of sleep tonight.

 

Thank goodness for that.

 

Oh, and the Mine is very exciting. I'll post pics soon.

Exam yesterday.

I don't think I did very well on my Math 255 midterm, mostly because I forgot some terms and therefore don't know what is being asked of me to do.

 

My Mech 280 though, that was just pure ease. GG have fun don't die.

 

PS: look at the time of post.

4:43am >_>

Hey Gladys!

For real this time.


Hey, I was bored, so F you.

I'm sleeping away from home tonight. 5:45am at UBC for the lose.

Hey Gladys.

Not really.

 

I have two more midterms. One in about four hours, and the other in eight hours. Math is pretty much self-explanatory. Mechanics... I don't know what I've learned these past 5-6 weeks, honestly.

 

Since my field trip to Highland Valley Copper is tomorrow, I am staying at UBC overnight. There is no way I'm gonn drive from Richmond to UBC at 5:10ish to arrive at 5:45. Screw that.

I mean, I could, but I don't want to wake up at 4:40 or whatever. I'll get more hours of sleep over here at some dude's Residence.

First exam? Not so good.

I fear for the worst. I don't think I'll be getting anywhere near 80% on this lab test. I'll probably get ~65%.

Alright, the deal is that rocks and minerals all look pretty much the same. I have a list of about sixty to choose from and they are all bleh.

The end.

This basically sums up why I dislike Eragon.

http://forum.spacebattles.com/showthread.php?t=58103

Getting some studying' done?

I have midterms coming up really quickly.

Tuesday: Rock and Mineral test. There will be thirty rocks that will be passed along the rows. Every three minutes will have another rock be passed down. During that time, I will have to identify and name the rock-type or mineral.

Wednesday: Math Midterm. Mechanics Midterm.

Thursday: Field trip. 6:30 at UBC until 10:30 at night. Fun


The worse thing is that I have just wasted two hours of my life correcting the essay of my other other sister, who is trying to get into Columbia Business school, or whatever. The thing is that her writing is so uber inflated and disgusting that I wouldn't even want to let her in myself. I think that anyone who hasn't read and studied and idolized George Orwell's Politics and the English Language should die. Really.

Good Walrus, good.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YOAuk5EQeec

Yes, that's right. I made another post.

Looks like something from a game.

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/d/d6/060428-bagger288-garzweiler.jpg

This excavator cost over 100 million and ten years (design + construction) to make. Mining.

Fear its awesomeness.
http://img224.imageshack.us/img224/9849/bucketwheelwd6.jpg
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bucket-wheel_excavator

Dental Plan.

Lisa needs braces.

Dentist today. Root Canals are actually quite fun. The best part is now I have these new pain killers. I have to say, that Pain killers + booze = a fantastic experience (don't try it.)

I think today is just the beginning of a new day in computer technology.

I'm not tired. I'm not tired.

Just sleep.

Aw shit.

Homework.

Not done.

Three out of three left. I will have to do some of them works.

Eragon Rant.

It has been so busy lately that I hadn't had the time to finish the book "Eragon" by Christopher Paolini. I think I just realized why I am so offended by the book. Just not now.

 

I am just enjoying the beautiful autumn weather.r Lots of leaves and lots of fun in my opinion.

Just as I thought the weather wasn't changing.

The weather is changing, albeit a bit slow. I guess I can't complain about the lack of rain. I just find it strange that it is taking so long. I was half-expecting to walk through pits of water at UBC by now. There is seriously a big problem there.

Yesterday, I saw some people filming at UBC. It was the Smallville crew, so that was pretty neat.

I found out that I don't have any midterms this week. However, there are gonn be some assignments (two of them) due this Friday. I'm hoping to start working on them tomorrow. That's because I was GvGing today. three victories out of four, I think. That's pretty good, if I say so myself.

It is now past my bedtime, so gg.

So many good television shows coming.

Heroes- The second episode just sold me off on how awesome this show is. I will be watching the rest of the series.

Jericho - I love the premise, and will stick for a couple more episodes

Battlestar Galactica - Hell yeah. Fridays. I won't miss this for the horld. Twenty CONSECUTIVE weeks of Battlestar Galactica.

Lost - At least for the next six weeks there'll be new episodes.
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Smallville : I'll watch it, but I don't know if I'll like it.

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I don't like spam in my folders, and I don't like you.

 

I've been forcing myself to read my textbooks. My midterm exams are coming up within a week. So, last night up to now, I've read the first 75 pages of my "Geology for Engineers and Science Students." That's correct, sirs. I just started reading it from the beginning.

Hey you with the pretty face.

Welcome to the human race.

And don't you know, its a beautiful new day.


Anyway, I have to say that "Kim" isn't someone I expect Joe to be with. I guess if she makes him happy...

Ew. Cease thought now.