I went to my last class of first year today. And now I'm heading home. In depth blog to come, but as I depart I leave you with these scholarly words of wisdom: When in doubt, throw it out.

That's my new favourite masturbation euphamism. I came up with it while reading my chicks and flicks text book.

For...er a...suppah I...er a...would like..a... PAHRTY PLATTAH!!!!!!!!!

Last night I finished my final paper of the semester and headed to bed at three in the morning. I was looking forward to my five hours of sleep before the petitioning extravaganza. The whole night started off badly as I drifted off to the sounds of someone violently vomiting outside of my window, and it didn't improve. At four in the morning an alarm went off in my building. I somehow incorporated it into my dream and therefore when I heard the alarm it seemed perfectly logical that, yes,...

Today was the big day. The culmination of my entire Human Rights class project. The big day where we stood outside and gave out free coffee and got people to sign our petitions. I was not looking forward to it at all. Last night I found out that we had made a mistake with our petitions. Unless you have a little blurb on every page of the petition about what you're lobbying for, the signatures are void. So of course I'm concerned about this, and I send out an e-mail so that our petition...

That was article sixty nine by the way.

In my extended family the ages at the kiddie table range from thirteen to twenty seven, yet as all the cousins get older my aunt still hides easter eggs out on the front lawn for us to hunt. Now this used to be a good 'ol fashioned hunt, but in the past five years we've had full-contact easter egg hunts where it's every person for themselves. Basically we all grab baskets of some sort, (this year it was big cups) and we run out the front door and find as many eggs as fast as we possibly can...

Mmmm back to stress. I have much to blog, but little sleep to do it on. I felt like posting something, but I don't have the energy right now to post on the various topics that are to come. Tomorrow when essay number two is handed in and essay three has until Wednesday night to get finished I'll blog away about such magical things as full contact easter egg hunts, 86th birthday parties, skipping, hot loops, and feminism. We'll see how it goes.

My little brother is turning 13 at the beginning of April and I want to put together a teenaged survival kit kind of thing for him, but as I have never been a teenaged boy I don't know what they need to survive. I want to get him something really cool and grown up, as well as fun things. The only cool grown up things for him that I could think of were a swiss army knife or a zippo, but he has both already, so I need to think of something else. The only restrictions are that I don't want to...

Friday night Phantom came up to visit for my hall's formal. It wasn't a huge deal formal, but we all dressed up fancy, had a couple drinks, took a couple pictures and headed over. About 125 people from all of the LLCs showed up, which isn't too bad. The food that they promised consisted of two trays of fruit, two trays of vegetables and one tray of cookies for the entire night. Not too impressive. And the music was all right. They had they're highlight moments when they played Zepplin, ...

Jess and I had possibly the nerdiest conversation we've ever had this morning over breakfast. We were discussing what kind of Jedis we'd be. The answer: not very good ones. Jess maintains that she would be noble, but probably better at the administration stuff than in battle. I just have this image of her wildly brandishing her bright fushia lightsaber screaming "Get back!". We determined that my lightsaber would be orange with yellow swirls through it. Pretty hot. We'd both need to b...

While taking a break from my essay writing, a group of us ventured off to the mall. We made the rounds looking for a formal dress for Tama until she decided that she was just going to go buy some fabric and make a dress for herself. As she was down in Fabricland, a group of us stayed in Chapters to kill time. After making my rounds of the store Jess and I finally ended up in the sex section. As I was reading a book about Kama Sutra and figuring out how I might do the half-supported co...

I feel like I've been buried under a pile of stress lately and my body and mind are not dealing well with it. I have a pseudo-cold. Kind of like a cold pre-cursor where my throat is tickly and my sinuses are feeling the pressure. I'm doing everything I can to avoid actually getting sick including brewing up some magic potion ginger tea, but who know what will happen. But in the interest of my own well being I took a Mental Health day today. I let myself sleep in until ten thirty and no...

there once was a girl named Jess who felt her academic life was a mess but she was really hot and played Zuma a lot so clearly she is the best

I hate my human rights group. I hate that they don't listen to my ideas. I hate being treated like I'm invisible. I hate getting sick. I hate not having enough time in the day to finish everything I need to get done. I hate that Phantom is an hour away. I hated that production of Cabaret I saw last week. I hate group meeting for projects I don't want to do. I hate when people use the bible to support hatred. I hate prejudice, racist and homophobic posts. I hate that people justify th...