Death Star

For those of you in the know, and that would include those of you attending the University of Alberta and subsequently in my immediate circle of peers, we all revel in the sheer irresponsibility of skipping class, most notably skipping an entire day of classes. If you happened to have a calendar like the ones we all had in kindergarten, you would not receive a shiny Gold Star for your diligence, but in it's stead a smoldering Death Star of indifference.

For the first time this academic year I've successfully completed a Death Star Week, effectively skipping all 13 scheduled classes, and avoiding the dreariness of an accumulated 12h50min of lecture time.

Did I make the most of my well-deserved time off? Aside from cramming as much Sociological Statistics into my brain as humanly possible for my deferred Midterm - yes, I did nothing.

Currently: Wishing I'd obtained my BA in 4 years

End Transmission

*phone rings, pause Zelda*

Me: Y'ello?
Dean: Hey.
Me: Hey, what's up?
Dean: I just wanted to make sure I still knew how to do math.
Me: Well, you got it!
Dean: Okay, well, that's all I wanted.
Me: Sounds good, take it easy.
Dean: See ya.

*hang up phone, resume Zelda*

Currently: Getting Sociology 210 midterm deferred, study-time interfering with Zelda-time

Overworld Theme

Sweet, merciful heavens...I can't stop playing The Legend of Zelda: A Link to the Past on my computer. I never did finish this SNES classic back in 1992, and I'll be damned if I let another 11 years go by! 11 years of pixelated-related mental torture and that incessant low-health "blinging" ringing in my ears. B-bling, b-bling, b-bling, b-bling...ahhhhhhhhhhh, my kingdom for just one more heart!

It is nice to be reminded, however, that this older game is more challenging than Ocarina of Time and The Wind Waker combined.

*sigh* I might as well run across the street to 7-Eleven and pick up a cube of Pepsi, 'cause Gannon ain't gonna defeat himself.

Currently listening to: Genox - Style Intruders

The Man

Ahhhahahahaa-ha!

Foiled once again by the powers that be. Scavenging through my empty cupboards for something, anything, to appease my post-lunch-pre-supper cravings, I stumbled upon several canned goods - pineapple slices, tomato soup, and creamed corn. Alas, each of these tins proved to be a veritable Fort Knox, denying my entrance, namely because I don't actually own a can opener.

Surely there must've been something else! Inside the freezer I eye a box of microwave burritos, but, Vermillion Hells!, I don't happen to own a microwave.

Oooh! Oooh! Maybe these few pouches of Carnation Instant Breakfast will...er...no milk, eh?

*eyes last remaining box of Kraft Dinner* Oh right, no milk...

*fridge laughs in response to my obvious suffering* "You've got no margarine either, fucker!"

Currently: Gathering change for Toonie Twosday at KFC.

The College Years

It has come to my attention that everything I previously knew about webpage design was wrong, black is the new white, and my Pepsi is indeed Coca-Cola.

I woke up this morning all gung-ho about creating an HTML masterpiece, but a quick search through Google for tips pointed out that tables were for losers, and CSS (Cascading Style Sheets) were the way to go.

Whereas I was once filled with joy, fondly recalling caffeine-fueled nights hand-typing page upon page of code simply to indent a paragraph, those joyous memories have now been replaced with a deep sense of shame and wasted youth now that knowledge of CSS has entered my grey matter's lexicon.

So, fuck it, I'll just use the templates provided by Blogger.

Oh, how times change.

Currently listening to: Genuine Childs - Childs Play