July 7th, 2004


I am going to bed.

I am done my stupid report. That took me longer than the research for the final paper and is only worth five percent. For the class that is interesting in theory but not so much in practice, because ninety percent of the class are second-semester students just barely out of high school where they didn't bother that much in the first place, and have no idea how post secondary is supposed to *work*, and think it's still like high school... though in a perfect world ostensibly second-year classes would not *have* group projects. How I loathe group projects. Six bloody people for a seminar about an eleven-page article. *scoff* My hate is boundless as the dawn.

(Yes, I stole that from shoebox_project, mwahah. It has taken over my brain. ;)

But it's done, and it sucks, but I simply do not care. It is amazing, the degree to which I do not care. The incredible depth and breadth and power of my uncaringness would be visible from Alpha Centauri, and the Romulans would look through their telescopes and go "Man, is that ever an apathetic planet." And then they would never attack the Federation, for fear of the globalistic apathy (because we all know how terribly Globalistic is the Federation) rubbing off like an infection, because we all know how much the Romulans like getting all violent and crotchety. Makes them feel like their lives have meaning.


Ohmygods, Woody is a computer nerd (also: six sugars in his coffee *snicker*). That almost tops the coolness of Jordanwithaguitar. Heh. ;)

Also, that Target dog is intensely godsdamned scary. Staring at me.

EDIT: It should be noted that while not *quite* hitting the three-page mark on the pointlessly two-page assignment and presentation, I have managed, through the course of the day (now technically yesterday) to produce almost eleven pages of O, Brave New World, which to date is the least constructive writing venture on my to-do list. It's not even original procrastination. It's not even fic procrastination for the enjoyment of others. No. It's a freakishly obscure multi-crossover form of procrastination that no one but myself and about three others will ever read. *awe*

Fun, though. ;)
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I have keys!

It is officially mine. Tomorrow I have to go out before class and set up my Hydro-that-is-not-precisely-Hydro with City Hall. Tonight, I call Shaw. After class tomorrow, I go to BCAA and move my insurance. Then... I will call Telus. Yes.

And Sunday I start moving yay! Maybe not everything. Um... well. start packing now.

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The presentation, by the way? Unqualified disaster. Girl in group doing other part of summary called this morning all spazzy 'cause she hadn't finished and didn't know what she was supposed to be doing and oh my *gods* the lack of preparation, and then didn't even show up. As a result our summary started someplace in the middle. Professor Edwards said my part was "great", though, so I guess I should just be glad we're being marked individually.
To do, tomorrow:

Get up early, call Telus, move account.
Call SFU. Find out what the hell is going on. Possibly yell and berate.
Go out to New West, accost City Hall, set up Hydro, which is not exactly Hydro.
Come back to Coquitlam. Go to class.
Come back from class. Go to BCAA. Change insurance.
Come home, do some reading, outline paper for History.
Go through house. Figure out what I need to replace. Write this down.
Maybe sleep.
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