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[ Tuesday, April 22, 2003 | 12:46 a.m. ] |
I just got back from the algebra review session. On the way to my room I walked past a guy carrying some food, and it occurred to me that I hadn't eaten any dinner. Or breakfast or lunch, for that matter. Now I've had some jelly beans that came inside a hollow chocolate egg that I received for Easter. Ick. Too sweet. I need some water.
I'm listening to the Leafs game on the radio. Maybe I'll just eat some chips; they're salty, and they could cancel out the sweetness. Anyhow, what I was going to say was that I'm a little scared for my exam tomorrow. I haven't so much as looked at any algebra for three weeks, and I remember almost nothing. It's like, "Eigen-what-who? I can barely row-reduce at this point..."
I think I'm freaking out. I feel like I can't remember any algebra, from any time, high school, first year, whatever.
Observation: For me, chocolate is not an effective substitute for dinner. The reason seems to be that, *gasp*, I don't actually like chocolate that much. I definitely won't be able to eat enough to fill me up. I really don't know how people can eat massive amounts of plain chocolate. (Especially milk chocolate. Ick.) I mean, chocolate truffles, for instance, I could eat loads of, but just plain chocolate? No. [Heh. ChiQui, remember the KITH with Kevin & the huge chocolate bar? That was funny.]
You know, I should probably be studying right now. My exam is in eleven hours, and I should sleep for at least a few of those... but I don't want to study now. That would require, like, I don't know, working, plus facing my fears.
Hey, we won. Neato. So, yeah... It's now twelve forty-ish. I have to leave for my exam in about eight hours. I still haven't started studying. I also haven't eaten or slept, two other things one should do before an exam. In short, I'm more screwed by the minute.
All of us get lost in the darkness
Dreamers learn to steer by the stars
All of us do time in the gutter
Dreamers turn to look at the cars
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[ Sunday, April 20, 2003 | 11:52 a.m. ] |
Wow. It's been quite a while since my last post. In that time I've written four out of my five final exams; the last one, Algebra, is on Tuesday. The ones so far have gone okay, I think. Truth be told, exam time, overall, isn't such a stressful period for me. I don't really study for anything until the night before or the morning of. With a well-spaced out schedule like I've had this term, my pockets of stress have been few and far-between. I'm in Toronto now and I'm going back to Waterloo tonight so that I can study tomorrow.
I've had an awesome weekend. Sean came up to Waterloo after my CS 241 final on Thursday. We went and got subs at Subway, then just relaxed in my room for the rest of the day. We watched a movie: Spirited Away. It was.. great. Really great. I was squealing with glee all throughout. I liked it so much that Sean gave it to me. (He added it to the anniversary & Easter presents that he'd showed up with, that included Power Windows and Presto. With those two CD's, my collection of Rush's 17 studio albums is complete.) On Friday we came back to Toronto and watched more movies and TV, including the Rurouni Kenshin OVA. It was a little brutally violent for my taste, and a little overly depressing, but still pretty good, I suppose.
Yesterday we watched the Leafs game. It was similarly depressing. (I shouldn't have watched. I think I cursed it. We missed the beginning, when they scored, and they never scored while we were watching. I cursed it.) Well, at least we had our game snack food, which included Jos Louis, Hostess Cakes, Hagendaas Extraas Extra Cookie Dough ice cream, some other ice cream, and an assortment of chip-like products.
I move back home on Wednesday. Mom's freaked out about my coming back, and particularly about my starting work. I take the subway home, and she can't deal with that with the current SARS situation. I guess we can work something out. Maybe I can get rides home with dad, in addition to the usual rides to work. The only problem is that he often stays at work until seven or eight.
There's one thing that's been on my mind this weekend that's really been bothering me, but I'll just try not to think about it. I suppose I'll just have to deal with the situation if it arises.
There's a loneliness inside her
And she'd do anything to fill it in
And though it's red blood bleeding from her now
It feels like cold blue ice in her heart
When all the colours mix together—to grey
And it breaks her heart
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[ Sunday, April 6, 2003 | 9:41 a.m. ] |
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Well, the hospital's been reopened and mom's been officially unquarantined. The public health comissioner strongly suggested that the suspect patient there didn't die of SARS. Everything's back to normal.
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[ Sunday, April 6, 2003 | 1:27 a.m. ] |
Ah, life. Classes are over and exams are starting, and I managed to half-ass at least three more assignments before the end. I have two exams on Monday. I haven't started studying for either of them.
The sketchy ice pellet situation marooned me in Waterloo on Friday night, but my mom came up and brought me home today. Unfortunately, I didn't get to see Sean, like I'd wanted to. We went out on our first real "date" a year ago today. It's so weird that someone's managed to put up with me for this long. Maybe it's 'cause I'm in Waterloo half the time...
In other news, my mom's now "quarantined", meaning she can only be at home or at work, that is, Centenary Hospital, which now has a suspected SARS death. Don't worry, though, she's fine. I'm fine too—a person who comes in contact with a "contact" doesn't become a "contact" himself.
Boo to losing an hour of my precious, precious time tonight.
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