Monthly Archive: March 2004

Honk if you’re horny

Around campus the canadian geese are starting to reconvene, which means that it’s the start of a lot of dodging again. Those geese have been terribly noisy, so I’m assuming that it’s mating season. I mean, I can honestly think of no other good reason as to why so many of them are honking in unison. They don’t normally do it at other times of the year.

Err, hence the title for this entry.

I went home this weekend, even though I probably shouldn’t have. I mean, there are so many projects and assignments due. In fact, I’m networking into campus servers from here at home just so that I can do some programming. Thinking about it makes me want to puke.

Going home on Friday was interesting. Actually, the only thing worth mentioning is something that happened as I was leaving residence. As I left our suite there was this other sort-of-nerdy-looking guy walking by in the hallway. From this point forward, he will be refered to as “the dude”. I thought I had forgotten my keys, so I let a quiet “fuck” slip and stormed back to the door. Then, I realized they were in my jeans pockets instead of my jacket pocket. I was fearing being late for the bus, so I started walking fast down the hallway. As I got closer to the dude, he started walking faster. I kept up my pace, and it got to the point where he was almost walking as fast in front of me as I was. As I started running down the stairs, he ran down the stairs. Soon enough, he exited out the door, and I followed close behind. Outside, he then started to side-step frantically and come to a stop. All he could do was look at me. I swear, he looked bloody terrified! Although, I see no reason for him to be terrified. Then again, I am sort of known for having a scowl on my face unintentionally. As much as I felt bad for the guy, I found this terribly amusing. Maybe if I walk fast enough he’d shit his pants. Heh.

Living in Fear

Wasn’t it just a little while ago when I thought that I was just cruising through the term? Well, if you’re cruising, that means you’re not working hard enough. I’m not working hard enough. Things around me are…starting to crumble. I’m not in full-panic mode. I was just there a few days ago. Honestly I would have written about it, but I was in no position to do so. Now, I’ve sort of calmed down, but I’m in a mild-panic state. There’s so much to do.

I spent some time a day or two ago mapping out my hours and seeing when I have time to do anything. Between numerous labs and assignments, I honestly only have a little bit of time to sit and study. It’s sick. Then, insert various meetings and gatherings that I’m obligated to attend.

The result? One tired fucked up student.

Heh. It’s not like I’m the only one who’s been through this. Actually, come to think of it, I’d say most COM E students have just taken it really hard. This isn’t all that fun. I haven’t felt a great sense of passion over the stuff I’ve been looking at it. I’m still waiting for it to kick in. Sure, some things are interesting, but the hoops I have to jump through to get those few courses…it’s insane.

I think next term I want to take a simple Arts course. I need something to offset the harshness of my load.

God help me.

From the outside looking in

It’s hard when all of your roommates belong to a similar discipline that’s different than yours. They always inevitably end up with a big project that’s the topic of conversation around the apartment for long periods of time. In then end I sort of feel neglected and left out. I know it’s not the case that they’re intentionally leaving me out. Duh! Still, that’s my gut reaction.

I was talking about this with Marie and she says that I should be thankful that I’m not part of it. I know that they’re very stressed out. And yeah, I guess I am thankful. At the same time, it’d be nice to be a part of it.

Usually, I just end up biting my lip and letting go. That’s all I can do. I refuse to sink into self-pity mode. There’s only one month left before exams. It’s time to roll up my sleeves and go psycho on the textbooks. I will not lose!

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