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Well... I'm out to Ottawa tomorrow and will be back on the night of the 27th. I will have access to a computer in Ottawa but seriously I'll be spending most of my time with relatives. With such circumstances, I guess I won't be giving anybody Christmas e-cards despite having this beautiful painting my sister made specifically to use on Christmas cards. So maybe I won't be a card giver outer, but that doesn't mean I hate you! PROBABLY!! Instead, I will give an old man style rambling about shits and stuffs!
First of all, I'd like to remind everyone to not be soft and go out and get shitfaced and have a damn fun time doing it exercise restraint with drinking. Also, with all the Christmas candies and other assorted goodies, eat your fucking heart's content out, get big fat obese huge, and give Santa Claus a run for his fatness money (This allows me to laugh at your useless fat ass when I see you again next year, assuming you live that far without a fat heart attack) be mindful of the health impact of such sugary goods. Remember to always be a grumpy dirty-mouthed son of a sailor, so you can scare little children by calling them grotesquely vulgar names and comparing them to various unclean parts of the human anatomy (Just say you're educating them) cheerful, happy, glowing bundle of sweet joy. Spread hate love, not love hate. Finally, cherish the quality time spent with family by doing anything you fucking feel like, because you can as long as you sing songs and replace all the lyrics with the word "party" for it won't last forever which is quite a relief, because family is dumb.
Marks start going up tomorrow! I will use my intense brain power to log onto QUEST while driving and hope for a "holy crap yes" moment. I got a 79 on the analytical chemistry lab, so that's not awful but not exactly running in the same league that the rest of my marks should be. I'll see I'll see, perhaps dance with glee, but even if I perform awfully, whatever will be will be. (EDIT: 94 in statistics... which is solid, but disappointing given my expectations)
Last night was pretty darn tame, but good cheap sober clean fun none the less. Good times hanging with two old friends from high school, listening to how much they totally haven't changed since grade 12. There's something about sitting in the back of a crampt old Jaguar damaging my virgin ears with intensely fobby music that severely lowers my IQ. Oh whatever, it beats today, which is one of those "sit around" days. Then Ottawa. After that, I've at least one major party to attend; the rest is up in the air (And hopefully down the neck of a booze bottle). In my head, I can mentally group at least 4 different piles of people that I'd like to see before the term starts (In case anyone is wondering: the mathies, the engineers, the permadrunks, and the local science crew). I doubt everything will work out given how busy and short the break is, but I guess I'll try maybe probably a little bit to make stuff happen. Me is looking forward to the note-burning booze party with the local science kids; I'd like to see a particular person one more time before she goes off on co-op...
Got my textbooks today. Managed to minorly bash in the corner of my thermodynamics textbook before even taking off the plastic wrap. Oops. Snagged sociology and human physiology off the used bookstore, and, surprisingly, got a copy of the physio Winter course notes (Wow, lecture notes available before the term even starts! I guess the pretty OK professor never fails to be... pretty OK). The most fearsome of all textbooks is, by a disgusting margin, my biochemistry textbook. This, this abomination is just shy of 1600 pages. Alas, with the course notes and the textbook, my curiosity compels me to read human physiology right now. I know, it's Christmas holiday... why am I reading textbooks? Because I can. Eat my piss.
In other news, NFS Most Wanted is very damn fun. Highly recommended. Is it e-bragging to say that out of 4 digital cars I have in the game that a Lamborghini Gallardo is the cheapest one? It sits along side a Ford GT, a Porsche Carrera GT, and a Mercedes-Benz McLaren. That's a disgusting wicked sick awesome line-up of cars. I really didn't need to buy the Carrera, but one look at that masterfully rendered hunk of sexy sex machine and, wow, take me off the shelf and put me in a plastic bag, because I'm sold! I beat the game though, so now I'm left twiddling my thumbs 'til tomorrow, which then I can twiddle my thumbs while going down the 401.
Try not to overdose on nog! Mathies, do not forget to decorate the object tree and wear your Red Hats! Hang your stockings over the firewire! All your presents are belong to us. OK, enough bad math jokes. Have a very Merry Christmas... or at least try!
First of all, I'd like to remind everyone to not be soft and go out and get shitfaced and have a damn fun time doing it exercise restraint with drinking. Also, with all the Christmas candies and other assorted goodies, eat your fucking heart's content out, get big fat obese huge, and give Santa Claus a run for his fatness money (This allows me to laugh at your useless fat ass when I see you again next year, assuming you live that far without a fat heart attack) be mindful of the health impact of such sugary goods. Remember to always be a grumpy dirty-mouthed son of a sailor, so you can scare little children by calling them grotesquely vulgar names and comparing them to various unclean parts of the human anatomy (Just say you're educating them) cheerful, happy, glowing bundle of sweet joy. Spread hate love, not love hate. Finally, cherish the quality time spent with family by doing anything you fucking feel like, because you can as long as you sing songs and replace all the lyrics with the word "party" for it won't last forever which is quite a relief, because family is dumb.
Marks start going up tomorrow! I will use my intense brain power to log onto QUEST while driving and hope for a "holy crap yes" moment. I got a 79 on the analytical chemistry lab, so that's not awful but not exactly running in the same league that the rest of my marks should be. I'll see I'll see, perhaps dance with glee, but even if I perform awfully, whatever will be will be. (EDIT: 94 in statistics... which is solid, but disappointing given my expectations)
Last night was pretty darn tame, but good cheap sober clean fun none the less. Good times hanging with two old friends from high school, listening to how much they totally haven't changed since grade 12. There's something about sitting in the back of a crampt old Jaguar damaging my virgin ears with intensely fobby music that severely lowers my IQ. Oh whatever, it beats today, which is one of those "sit around" days. Then Ottawa. After that, I've at least one major party to attend; the rest is up in the air (And hopefully down the neck of a booze bottle). In my head, I can mentally group at least 4 different piles of people that I'd like to see before the term starts (In case anyone is wondering: the mathies, the engineers, the permadrunks, and the local science crew). I doubt everything will work out given how busy and short the break is, but I guess I'll try maybe probably a little bit to make stuff happen. Me is looking forward to the note-burning booze party with the local science kids; I'd like to see a particular person one more time before she goes off on co-op...
Got my textbooks today. Managed to minorly bash in the corner of my thermodynamics textbook before even taking off the plastic wrap. Oops. Snagged sociology and human physiology off the used bookstore, and, surprisingly, got a copy of the physio Winter course notes (Wow, lecture notes available before the term even starts! I guess the pretty OK professor never fails to be... pretty OK). The most fearsome of all textbooks is, by a disgusting margin, my biochemistry textbook. This, this abomination is just shy of 1600 pages. Alas, with the course notes and the textbook, my curiosity compels me to read human physiology right now. I know, it's Christmas holiday... why am I reading textbooks? Because I can. Eat my piss.
In other news, NFS Most Wanted is very damn fun. Highly recommended. Is it e-bragging to say that out of 4 digital cars I have in the game that a Lamborghini Gallardo is the cheapest one? It sits along side a Ford GT, a Porsche Carrera GT, and a Mercedes-Benz McLaren. That's a disgusting wicked sick awesome line-up of cars. I really didn't need to buy the Carrera, but one look at that masterfully rendered hunk of sexy sex machine and, wow, take me off the shelf and put me in a plastic bag, because I'm sold! I beat the game though, so now I'm left twiddling my thumbs 'til tomorrow, which then I can twiddle my thumbs while going down the 401.
Try not to overdose on nog! Mathies, do not forget to decorate the object tree and wear your Red Hats! Hang your stockings over the firewire! All your presents are belong to us. OK, enough bad math jokes. Have a very Merry Christmas... or at least try!