I am currently listening to, spawn more overlords! behind me. As I was kicked from the good computer onto the bad computer. Bah, bah. Oh well. I shall eventually...get back on the nice computer. With the nice screen, instead of this clunky one

You must construct additional pylons!

That's crazy. I love when class is in! Eight more days, woo!

General dissatisfaction that it's still eight days away, arrrgh.

EDIT: Oh, but an extra rave. Four programming classes this quarter! None of that soul-draining writing-intensive or higher math stuff. WOO! It's going to be awesome!

I'm getting the opposite. This quarter is all math and general crap. No nuclear physics.

Hot. Do not like the heat. Want winter.

I would also like to get my visa, that would be nice.

How come everytime I go on a night out, there's a cute, funny girl with an awesome taste in music, accompanied by a psychotic, hateful friend intent on screwing me over? I need a wingman. With a shotgun.

TallyHo! *blast*

Drank too much last night, bad hangover, bad. Want to murder upstairs people. 9am is not the time to hold a jam session or play rockband at loud levels, whatever you were doing. You woke me up from blissful sleep into hateful body.

Clearly the answer is.....MOAR BOOZE! I jest, though I have to admit my sister's face when my dad suggested doing shots the morning after her and my cousins' night out drinking. Oh man, hilarious.

At my school, this would come out to about two weeks of the class divvying up the work and clearing out the semester's assignments, and then 6 months of Starcraft.

The day where I had to spend an hour and a half in lab outside, walking around in the blazing noon heat and turning into what basically amounts to a sweat waterfall, was less exhausting than my shorter day of classes, simply because I actually enjoy the material. Mental exhaustion hits me harder than physical exhaustion every time.

NOTE: This is a bad thing because:

a. I hate the majority of my classes.
b. Did I mention "sweat waterfall"?

Supposed to read over 100 pages of this book in two days. It's taken me about half an hour to get threw the first 4 and I only have a vague idea of what I just read, mainly because the professor told us what this book was about.

What is the book? A textbook or a novel?

Ahh, jealous people and their lies, and the rumours they like to spread about me. Seriously, grow up.

Neither. Orientalism by Edward Said. It's just some... I dunno 300 page study about western perception of the "Orient"

Damned board game. It has all the pieces while I was at the store. I check to make sure all the pieces are there...and the ... start tile is missing. Really? REALLY? I tear apart the car, the store, the board game...and it's gone. So either, it's disappeared, or someone there stole it. And heaven help anyone who touched my ... stuff, I will try and murder them. I spent good money on this, you don't touch my stuff ... damn it.

My girlfriend is like a tournament.

Preliminaries: Be noticed among the other guys that like her.
Stage One: Get close enough to be friends.
Stage Two: Be seen as potentially more than just friends.

And I'm almost certain all of these are normal, but the next steps seem extra strenuous

Semifinals: Fight off her exes (ALL of which are still interested in her (go back to your own girlfriends!))

Final Match: Face off against a person who MAY AS WELL BE MY TWIN!

Doesn't help that I live 3500km+ away.

Scrambling to finish an essay because my committee hasn't communicated with me in months and my contact person won't return my email >< .