pop-ups

As anyone else have been getting pop-ups lately here? I don't know, for some reason there's pop-ups popping outta here. Well if you get it I'm sorry and I'm checking through the codes, I think it might be some blogger hack going around. But anyhow, if something does pop up, like some shit about your regisrtry, DON'T CLICK CANCEL! Aim for the little X on the top right corner, sometimes there might be two, but you're a big kid now.

If you feel your computer is infected by a shit load of shit, please download a spyware/adware scanner. Like Spybot. And don't forget to UPDATE it before you start scanning. Hopefully these #$^*ing ads will be gone soon.
Sorry for the people who feel insulted reading this.
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扑街~!!!!!!

CDS due friday
algebra 4.4-4.7 due sunday
calculus 9-12 due sunday
chem final monday...

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~~
loving the stress

Oh my god.

That fucking substitute lecturer for math cannot, for the life of her, teach. The one math lesson I decide not to skip in 2 weeks, and shes there. I'ts a double lecture too.

And you all looked at me as if I was crazy when I left in the middle of class during the first 40 minutes. Ha. I learn better from the textbook and the other professor anyways. Doesn't help that I'm two weeks behind too. My next month isn't going to be fun.

BLIZZARD!!!

no im not talkin about warcraft 3.....(for once). Instead im talking about this damn crazy snowfall. If you guys in scarbz think it's bad there, come to oshawa. Oshawa is like 100x gayer than scarbz. It makes no sense. We get like 1-2 cm of snow....Oshawa gets like 20cm! AND THEY DONT PLOW ANYTHING!!!! it was so hard to get into the parking lot and drive around into the spaces. I still luv the school, but they couldve built it in like pickering or something closer.

Physical Chemistry

Calculate the relative activity of a sugar (solute) in a solvent, assume the solvent is pure water.. blah blah blah
AHHHH!!! FUCKING CHEMSITRY!!!!

bicos came to Con hall today.. don't know why...
did end up freaking out durwyn tho!

I cant believe I put up with this shit

Its easy, just It gets annoying when you have to do it every fucking week on top of bio, chem and comp sci labs.

Blogging Paper

Ya, so i have to write a paper about blogging. Now seriously, think about this. What would you write about blogging?.........................................................................nothing comes to mind, rite? Exactly where i'm at. I have nothing to fucking write 2500 words about.
















...im screwed >_<

Gay.

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Quote of the week

"I remember when we were kids, one of our favorite games was to play "pirate." We'd dress up like pirates. Then we'd go find an adult walking down the street and we'd go up to him and pull out our butcher knives, which we called "swords," and say, "We're pirates! Give us your money!" A lot of adults would pretend to be scared and give us their money. Others would suddenly run away, yelling for help. We played pirate until we were twenty or so."
-- Jack Handley

fuck

Heres a list of my problems:
-Got a shit mark on my bio
-Failed my chem midterm
-Fucked up my first comp sci assignment
-failed every single one of my 7 math problemsets
-have another chem midterm and a math midterm coming up next week
-comp sci assignment due thursday morning, not even half done it
-math problemset due thursday, havnt even started
-behind in bio
-behind in chem
-FAR behind in math.
-having sleeping and motivation problems
-other problems that only a few of you know about

Heres what I tell myself to make myself feel better
-At least I got the class average in bio
-At least I got the class average in chem
-Its only worth 8%, no sweat
-The 20+ total problemsets are only worth 10% of the final mark
-If i study hard over the next week, I can master the material
-the assignment is going very well, and it wont fuck up this time
-the problemset isnt worth shit, no point doing it if you dont understand it
-bio can be caught up, try to understand rather than memorize
-chem... well you were fucked from the beginning! its orgo, get better than the class avg
-Math, i always have problems with, but i just need to understand it
-i need professional help for this one
-although i cant go a day without thinking about it, time will tell

Well, that helped a bit. I'm going back to my dorm to sleep. @ Bahen right now

I need a fucking 3.2 cGPA to secure my position in Bioinformatics. As of right now, I probably have around a 2.9. Fuck. Plus they only take 40 people out of like 30,000. Goddamnit.
Time to get my shit together. I want a second chance. If I had realized that I was at fucking UofT at the start of the year, I would be in a different position right now. I wouldn't have fucked around so much. I can still pull this off, I know I can.

another long photo which everyone as seen already

Jack Handley quote of the week.

I remember I was hammering on a fence in the backyard when Dad approached. He was carrying a letter or something in his hand, and he looked worried. I continued to hammer as he came toward me. "Son," he said, "why are you hammering on that fence? It already has plenty of nails in it." "Oh, I'm not using nails," I replied. "I'm just hammering." With that, I returned to my hammering. Dad asked me to stop hammering, as he had some news. I did stop hammering, but first I got a couple more hammers in, and this seemed to make Dad mad. "I said, stop hammering!" he yelled. I think he felt bad for yelling at me, especially since it looked like he had bad news. "Look," he said, "you can hammer later, but first-" Well, I didn't even wait to hear the rest. As soon as I heard "You can hammer," that's what I started doing. Hammering away, happy as an old hammer dog. Dad tried to physically stop me from hammering by inserting a small log of some sort between my hammer and the fence. But I just kept on hammering, 'cause that's the way I am when I get that hammer going. Then, he just grabbed my arm and made me stop. "I'm afraid I have some news for you," he said. I swear, what I did next was not hammering. I was just letting the hammer swing lazily at arm's length, and maybe it tapped the fence once or twice, but that's all. That apparently didn't make any difference whatsoever to Dad, because he just grabbed my hammer out of my hand and flung it across the field. And when I saw my hammer flying helplessly through the air like that, I just couldn't take it. I burst out crying, I admit it. And I ran to the house, as fast as my legs could take me. "Son, come back!" yelled Dad. "What about your hammer?!" But I could not have cared less about hammering at that point. I ran into the house and flung myself onto my bed, pounding the bed with my fists. I pounded and pounded, until finally, behind me, I heard a voice. "As long as you're pounding, why not use this?" I turned, and it was Dad, holding a brand-new solid-gold hammer. I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes and ran to Dad's outstretched arms. But suddenly, he jumped out of the way, and I went sailing through the second-story window behind him. Whenever I hear about a kid getting in trouble with drugs, I like to tell him this story.