Brakeing up.

Exams got you down? Need a pick me up? Kelly's here for you once again. :)

Sex puzzles.

So, group rooms at the MUN library? Fun.

And on to the masterpiece:

Today's Psych midterm was ridiculous. The multiple choice (I don't know when it was decided that a-d options weren't enough and they changed it to a-o) pwned me, 54 is four too many at the least.

I failed.

And now on to English. I didn't go last class so it's probably going to be stupid because I won't know what's going on.

I need friends this weekend, does anyone else need friends too? Friday, Saturday night friends?

Here is my advice for the day: A is for Apple. D is for Dung Beetles. V is for Vendetta. I is for Iguana. C is Chile. E is for Envelope.

It's more than I can handle.

"Unfortunately, matthewgood.org has been the victim of a hacker. While we’ve been able to get most of the site’s content from provider back-ups, the design of the site has been permanently lost, as have a few odds and ends."

How sad, what is this world coming to?

Hey. Did I mention? I'm going to see Sarah-freakin'-Slean. :)

I didn't catch any of that.

I decided to take a fifteen minute break from Psych, I deserve it after going at it for the past five hours.

I really have no idea what I just studied. I wrote out thirteen pages of notes (that's how I remember things, by writing it out) and yet I don't think I grasped any of it. Psych sucks, maybe you won't be on my schedule next term?

Speaking of schedules, taking classes out of Thursday and Tuesday is proving to be difficult (didn't you hear? All my classes ended up on TR, not a one on MWF. Super long weekend every week). What to doooo?

This exam is going to fail me, I can feel it. If it does, I'm not taking Psych next year. I hate Psych anyway.

Exam.

Exam.

Um, what was I talking about?

Soap.

I am sincerely sorry that it has taken me this long to get another post out, remember the days of three posts in a twenty-four hour time span? Lovely times.

So many things are taking place in my life, and yet, nothing is truly relevant or worth writing about so I won't bore you with the details.

I feel like lately (and I'm chalking this up to Ze Frank) I've been louder and more confusing. Today I was watching television and they were talking about body types. They said if you could wrap your fingers around your wrist and they overlapped, you had a small frame. If they just touched, medium. And if they couldn't touch at all, large.

With my freakishly small wrist and large man hands, mine most certainly overlapped in the plenty. At this I started complaining at the television, in a semi-frustrated shout I cried "But what about the ones with freakishly small wrists!?" My mother soon after she heard me said I should seek medical attention "It's common knowledge: Televisions can't hear."

Long weekend is coming. How shall you remember the dead? In Remembrance will you: a) Buy a poppy. b) Get your drunk on. c) Party like it's 1979. d) All the above. I know what my answer is.

Tonight Robert and I watched Fight Club (which I purchased tonight along with the Breakfast Club. This particular choice in movie-viewing is probably why this whole post sounds like it's coming from some brain-washed homeless person). In this movie, one of my favourite quotes exist. I remember McKayla reciting it to me years ago. I haven't stopped pondering it yet:

"An entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war. Our Great Depression is our lives."