There’s evidence of the events that transpired during Raluca’s birthday party in March.
What follows are a few pics from Molly Blooms. A few more pics will be posted at a later time.
Cindy and me. Oh, I do believe that I’m still quite sane at the point that this pic was taken.
Cindy, me, Conor, and Dave. Yup. Still sober-ish. Ish.
[01:40:43 AM] Jebus! – There ain’t no fury…: Well, don’t drown yourself in girlie alcohol, ok?
[01:41:14 AM] el mañana: When I was driving home, I remember thinking that I wanted to do something really destructive tonight.
[01:41:21 AM] Jebus! – There ain’t no fury…: Shoulda called me.
[01:41:26 AM] el mañana: All I ended up doing was buying a big bag of jelly beans.
[01:41:29 AM] el mañana: -_-
[01:41:46 AM] Jebus! – There ain’t no fury…: lol
Just a bit of a notice.
I’m going to be taking a few moments/days to muck around with this blog. So, if you come here and see it in a bit of disarray, you’ll know why.
(Just so you know, this blog entry doesn’t have anything to do with Julius talking about his satisfying BM.)
After the Psych exam, my roommates and I went over to Morty’s for wing night. It was damn crowded; it tok us 45 minutes before we were seated. Suicide wings sounded like a novel idea at the time. They tasted alright. The worst part about suicide wings though is breathing. It’s not the taste that gets you, it’s the fumes. So that came and went without the problems.
It’s now the next day, and I’m relearning things which I should have anticipated. It seems that those wings have made it to the end of their journey. My anus is on fire. Seriously. I’m talking about ring. of. fire. It hurts to go, and the fact that the spice is making things unsteady in the colon is not helping.
This is divine punishment, I tell you.
I just spent an all nighter cramming for an exam I feel horribly unprepared for.
The course notes were horrible. The textbook was nasty. It’s all not helping my confidence.
How bad were the materials? Let me quote a few things from the text.
“The transaction manager manages the excution…”
“The transaction coordinator coordinates the execution…”
“Consistency. Execution of a transaction in isolation…preserves consistency of the database”
Who writes this tripe? Seriously. Don’t use the word you’re defining in the definition.
Ugh. Lack of sleep is just making me cranky, I guess.
Scorpio (Oct. 24 – Nov. 22)
You don’t want to settle for the second best that so many people seem happy to accept. A plain old normal life doesn’t suit you, so don’t abandon your aspirations and beliefs. Your resolve must not waver.
I was thinking this weekend about things that I might want to do once I get my Bachelor of Applied Science degree (BASc).
Here’s a partial list:
grad school
high school teacher
UN translator
priest
reporter
Canadian TV personality
radio announcer
Interestingly, a lot of this list has to do with dealing with people, doesn’t it? Especially with things that require being an orator in front of others. I wonder if that’s an indicator of some sort.
Funny thing. I showed this list to Henrick and he joked “putting ur degree to good use i can see”. Indeed, I am. 
Well, of course, this list doesn’t include the usual computer engineering stuff. I haven’t counted any of that out yet. I think.
Am I fooling anyone yet?
Oh man, it’s Sunday now. I brought two textbooks home with me to Toronto hoping to at least get some knowledge nailed down. No luck though. Yesterday, was feeling a bit guilty, but then I found a Wanda Sykes special on TV. Jesus, that woman is funny. Shortly after, I found Margaret Cho’s I’m the One That I Want on Bravo. Every time I hear her Ass Master routine, I break out laughing like mad. I’d try to imitate it here, but typed material wouldn’t do it justice. Oh, the comedy is so gay (and when I use this term, I really do mean that a lot of her material is flaming), but the way she delivers it all is so tasty. I was laughing so much; I thought I was going to collapse in some epileptic seizure. It ended past 1 (I think), which is when I thought I could sleep well, but no…Bravo followed it up with Notorious C.H.O.. Oh my hell, I love her; but that was a rough night. When I woke up I thought I had wrecked my voice from all the laughing. I’m coughing so much now, it’s terrible!
At least it’s not a cough due to illness. I was worried about that earlier because of my roommate coughing all over the place (I had to get out of there this weekend or risk getting horribly sick). No matter. I’m going back later today.
Two more weeks!
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