Whoa man. It's Sunday already. Which means that it's 34 days until final exams start. O_O. O well, I will survive.

I like this "poem:"

"->Stress<-

The confusion created when

one's mind over-rides the body's

basic desire to choke the living

hell out of some jackass

who desperately needs it!"

I think it's excellent. My friend sent me this email about stress - if you'd like me to send it to you, just tell me and I will. It's quite amusing...

I have spent the majority of the day studying calculus/doing homework stuff, so my brain is pratically shot. So this is practically the most useless post ever. I don't think I really have any exciting anecdotes to declare to world... other than how Ian wants to eat a whole entire moose so that he can tell this to his grandchildren and that we made quite a hullabaloo at Tims... But I don't do the story justice...