October 2006 Archives

I am in DIRE need of moisturizer. Seriously. It hurts.

My weekend was awesome. Now it's over, and homework smacked me in the face like a homophobic drunkard on a subway. Someone needs to get me some food.

Monday was spent studying CSC 148H: Intro to Computer Science. Intro courses, being intro courses, don't get hard until the second half of the course. So I feel prepared for it. Unfortunately, in studying for CSC 148H I put off studying for a slightly more annoying course: MAT 223H: Linear Algebra I, which happens to drive me up a wall. In fact, I won't even be studying for it until Thursday morning, with the exam being Thursday night. That's the problem with having two other assignments due on the same day. There's just not enough time. Add in a doctor's appointment and what seems like bronchitis, and I just might not study for this exam at all.

Of course, instead of sleeping I'm here watching people play Smash Bros. I'm so good at this time management thing. When I’m not watching I'm thinking about November. There's apparently some campaign, the National Blog Posting Month (or NaBloPoMo) where you're supposed to post a blog a day. I don't think I'm going to do a traditional blog. If I follow through with it, it will be more of a short story. Assuming I follow through.

I think it will be fun. I'm not much of a short story writer. Hell, I'm not even sure if what I'm considering writing is a short story. But if I do follow through it might actually be good.

On the topic of NaBloPoMo (but not really, I just stumbled upon it from a blog I read), is it tacky to unlink someone if you disagree with what they say. Or discover you do? Verymom moved her blog, and as I was scrolling down the sidebar on her new blog I noticed a link to something called "Stop Circumcision" and I just had to click. I didn't get far though, because the "links" to "articles" are really just stuff written by people with no medical background about why you shouldn't circumcise your child. Well. Uncut guys are gross. So, that's as far as I needed to go.

All of the "mikesterbate everyday" shirts are gone. Today people at Chestnut decided that they were going to have a mikesterbate t-shirt day and all wear their shirts. I wish I had been there, I wish my camera wasn't broken and I wish that my shirt hadn't been at home. I'm tempted to make another order and sell them this time.

Oh, and for the record: I did go to Natasha's birthday adventure last Thursday and it was awesome. A pox on those who bailed, or at the very least the knowledge that they missed out on an awesome night.

I'm taking some time to sort out all the thoughts in my head right now. It's 3:30 and I have tons of studying to do all week. There is also a long list of interesting things that I want to investigate further that I've stumbled across. So when I do finally get it sorted out, expect some drama.

Attention Internet,

I'd like to have it known that after reviewing the situation, the coding problem mentioned here was not actually Ori's fault. He didn't replace a while loop with a switch statement, he replaced an if statement with a switch statement and somewhere along the way while I was copying and pasting the code the while loop got pasted over. So it was my fault.

Ori, I'm sorry. Please forgive me.

Mike: Gloria invited me out to dinner on Friday. I was supes upset that I couldn't go. So Gloria was like "It's ok, we'll go partying." I can't wait to paint the town red with Gloria.

Joey: I can't wait to have sex with Gloria.

Ori: You just said what we were all thinking.

A lot of the time when I avoid blogging I pretend it's because nothing interesting ever happens in my life. That's not true at all. On the contrary, a lot of interesting things happen - I'm just not as good a storyteller as I would like to be. I spend a lot of time reading stuff written by English majors and Master's students, and let's be honest: I just can't compete. Today I have a story that trumps all my bad storytelling.

Ori made me go to the Andy Warhol exhibit. Cool, with a 10% chance of unnecessary blowjob on a couch. I met his incredibly talented friend who is connected to a group of drama I want to avoid. I'd also like to point out that we managed to have the old ladies working there fall in love with us and hook us up with a secret stash of buttons. Buttons are the new black. Then we went home.

The plan was to suffer through the horrible food served on Fish Fridays and fill our stomachs. Things almost went according to plan. As soon as we got up to the food, the first half of our fire alarm went off. For anyone who hasn’t' lived in Chestnut, the fire alarm works in two parts. There's the first part to tell you that you might have to evacuate, and the second part after they investigate to tell you that you'd better get your ass out of the building. So naturally we ignored the first part of the fire alarm and attempted to eat. Seafood is gross once it's cooked so I had chocolate milk. Then the second part of the alarm went off, and we were told that we needed to evacuate because it was a fire emergency. So naturally, I stayed seated and Ori stuffed the rest of his food in his mouth and then ran and grabbed more. Dons were not happy when they finally removed us from the caf.

It was walking out the building that I saw that the fire department had ALREADY arrived. Crap, I fail at evacuating. It was also about that time that I realized that the lobby smelt like burning. Sweet thing I had this tidbit of knowledge because it led me to walk all the away across the street instead of hiding out right outside the door. Then I saw the rest of the fire trucks show up and I saw my don have sweet hustle and bolt out of the building to get people across the street.

To make it better I went shopping with my grandma. We spent an hour on Bloor and I came home with a sweet new Lacoste winter jacket with matching scarf. When I got back I was happy to see that even though there were five fire trucks and a supervisor van outside, that at least the ambulance had left and no one was outside anymore. Only my don was still outside telling people we weren't allowed up past the first floor, and that the caf wasn't open yet. So I went to Mr. Sub to eat. Lunch with Grandma? Awesome. Seriously, that wasn't sarcasm. She was going to eat my not pleasant caf seafood before we were told that they apparently need to count kitchen staff as people too and have the evacuated. I personally picture Cath upstairs banging down doors and saving Danny Wan from fire.

When I came back over three hours after the alarm had started, we STILL weren't allowed upstairs. They had opened the caf and we crammed in there. Turned out some sort of crazy fire broke out on the 10th floor. This was verified when everyone BUT the 10th floor was allowed to return to their rooms. At some point I'm going to find pictures, and there's apparently a video of the window smashed and smoke billowing out. Oh ya, and I'll get rid of the "now in butternut squash" 4am stylesheet.

There is this group of blogs that I stumbled across a long time ago while I was bored and everyone once and a while I go back to the one I have linked and hop around to pass the time. I'm going to come across as having a huge superiority complex as opposed to the small one that I actually have, but these are the kind of sites that are used as examples for everything that is wrong with blogging (and people).

Enter your typical teen blog with clever domain name, and a layout featuring poorly photoshopped pictures of celebrities that the obviously don't have the rights to, followed up by a closing section about how they'll kick your ass if you steal their shit.

Follow up with a standard entry with what might be the worst grammar you will ever see, a plug section, and then a separate plug for everyone who's commented. When I say bad grammar, I actually mean BAD grammar. Not the kind of bad grammar that shows up here or on other sites I enjoy, where people type the way they talk. I mean bad grammar like this: where people, throw in comments and talk about how your awesome, everytime! Your awesome what? Your awesome dog? Your awesome new haircut? Your awesome website that might not be as awesome as you'd like?

These entries also have a below average version of internet lawyer featured in them. Average version of internet lawyer being something like what you find in rfjason's comments about how he could be sued for the prank he pulled. That's much better than the threats of suing that people make because someone made rude comments. Watch out! They'll get your ISP after you!

Maybe I'm just being a jerk. I just wish people knew what they were talking about before they said it. Maybe I'm bound to be rude when referring to some of these people because their belief systems are out of whack. At least I know that the copyright here isn't as enforceable as I'd like it to be. Then again, I try my best to not be a hypocrite about that stuff.

Thanksgiving is always something interesting at my house. Holidays in general are interesting, just because of the way my family interacts. This year Dan from The Nine had the (mis)fortune of attending my family's Thanksgiving Dinner (Lunch) because he wasn't going home to Victoria for the weekend.

This Thanksgiving I skipped out on most of the family/friend hanging out because I had a lot of supply shopping and homework that needed to be done. Only in all that shopping I missed two important things: the fact that I wouldn't have money, and the fact that I wouldn't have food. Combine these two facts for a disastrous situation in my room.

After getting my ass handed to me by three weeks of Linear Algebra that I put off until 4 hours before it was due, all I wanted was to walk somewhere and get something to eat. Living where I live there is an abundance of cheap fast food places within a 2 minute walk. Only my wallet was empty. Not a problem! I spent a ridiculous amount of money on Halloween candy. But after two mini Coffee Crisps, a mini Kit-Kat, two mini Aeros and two mini Smarties (that's not as much as it seems, I swear), I feel like I'm going to die. So if anyone wants to send me a care package over the next week, you would have my possibly undying love. I'll even phone you back and leave a burp on your voicemail to show you how satisfied I am, because I'm just that classy.

For the last few days my mental capacity has been a little below what you would expect it to be. Thursday I had no class and went home for my doctor's appointment, leaving Adam to hand in the assignments I had stayed up all Wednesday finishing. Of course upon arriving home I received a call from Adam saying that the rooms the assignments were supposed to be put in were both locked, leaving me with one massive gong show. Friday I somehow managed to sleep in through my class and tutorial and wake up at 2:30.

I spent most of the hours I was awake and sober this weekend writing what should have been a relatively simple computer program. Two days and however many hours later, the program seemed to be anything but simple. What was originally a simple algorithm turned into some stupid, long, superfluous bunch of code that didn't even do what I needed it to.

I would blame Ori for this, and I should blame Ori for this, but he spent so much time trying to help me that I feel bad doing it. I'd like to just let it be known that you can't replace a while loop with a switch statement, and that the fact that I didn't question this logic should be enough to show everyone how out of it I've been.

When I finally did figure out how to make it work with the help of some while loops and a few nested if statements something amazing happened. It spit out my output, "34.0" and I cried. I'm not officially one of the biggest losers ever.