Well my ladies and my homies, I'm all done my first semester of school. As we say, one down and three to go. The next one starts in less than a week. It's gonna be a ripper. But I got my marks back from first semester now, and I guess I'm fairly well satisfied, considering I really did a lot of slacking, way more than I should have. Most of my marks were in the seventies, I think a few in the eighties, and one in the ninties. i have to look more closely, but I'm satisfied. But I will have to be more diligent in the time to come. So if you see me slacking off, ask me if my homework is done... haha, just kidding, seriously don't, I have enough parents who think I am still twelve...
So, I just made a sweet purchase on eBay, a new external hard drive for my MacBook. It's a sweet drive that they sell on the apple web site, but I found it on eBay for like a hundred bucks less, and it's even cheaper than it would be for me to make my own. Awesome. Besides, it looks sweet. It's called a G-Drive, and it fits with a mac better than any enclosure I could have found. Did I mention how sweet it looks? It's just cool, I'm so stoked that I found it on eBay for a cheap as I did, brand new, 250GB Hard Drive.
I'm tired and angry, i'm going to bed.
Saturday, December 30, 2006
Sunday, December 17, 2006
Git 'er Done!
Two more exams my peops. Man, I can't wait for school to be over, it feels like a really short weekend every day almost. it's like it's not busy but it's never done. Well, on Tuesday at noon, les jeux s'est fait, translation, the game is up, your ass is mine. Anyone, anyone, anyone at all...? I'll be giving you more after exams. Peace.
Welcome home Allison.
Welcome home Allison.
Friday, December 01, 2006
Does This Look Swollen?
Dudes, you know when you're like tobogganing down a hill with a bunch of your friends around, and you're feeling crazy? And you're messing around and you start to do crazy stuff, like taking sleds down slides, like a bobsled track down the tube slide. And you know how you cool runnings down the tube slide on the big sled and come flying out the end, and the you like fully smash you're face right into the end of a big log? No? oh, I guess it's just me.
Yep, that's my broken face after doing just that. Face plus log equals blood and pain. This happened only hours ago, and here I sit to bring you the news; I should get an award, and not a Darwin award like you might be thinking. I didn't even see the stupid log, it was a good fifteen feet away from the end of the slide. (No Tasha, you may not post exactly what I know you are thinking). YOu know what the worst part is. You know nobody plays on that stupid log, it just sits there not getting used, waiting for some unsuspecting bob sledder to happen along it. There's no kids yelling, "Last one to the elevated log is a rotten egg!" or, "Yeah! Let's go play on the elevated log!" Why? Because it's a freeking elevated log. Elevated to the exact height of a face that used to be attached to a body laying on the ground, I might add.
So anyway, now my face hurts, and my nose may be brken. Maybe I'm just paranoid but it doesn't look straight anymore. I can feel the constant swelling, as is to be expected. Obviously it hurt when it happened, I might have even blacked out for a moment, concussion maybe. But it didn't hurt afterwards most likely because my face was really cold. There was a second after when it didn't bleed, but then I felt the first drop dribble out and then it was over, a spatter of crimson in the pale snow. Still I was able to laugh it off, as if Cassie wasn't doing enough laughing for us all. But now that my face has thawed, here comes the pain. Tomorrow morning is not going to be pretty. So I've iced my face once and that felt heavenly, but now I can feel it swelling again. It's like I'm wearing an ice mask.
Afterwards I really wished smeone had a camera and had gotten it on tape, because if you're getting your face smashed you might as well get it on video. That would have been the number one video on YouTube, for real.
Well, at least if my nose is broken, I'll have a sweet story to tell everybody in my old age, back when men were men, and sledding was sledding. Peace.
Yep, that's my broken face after doing just that. Face plus log equals blood and pain. This happened only hours ago, and here I sit to bring you the news; I should get an award, and not a Darwin award like you might be thinking. I didn't even see the stupid log, it was a good fifteen feet away from the end of the slide. (No Tasha, you may not post exactly what I know you are thinking). YOu know what the worst part is. You know nobody plays on that stupid log, it just sits there not getting used, waiting for some unsuspecting bob sledder to happen along it. There's no kids yelling, "Last one to the elevated log is a rotten egg!" or, "Yeah! Let's go play on the elevated log!" Why? Because it's a freeking elevated log. Elevated to the exact height of a face that used to be attached to a body laying on the ground, I might add.
So anyway, now my face hurts, and my nose may be brken. Maybe I'm just paranoid but it doesn't look straight anymore. I can feel the constant swelling, as is to be expected. Obviously it hurt when it happened, I might have even blacked out for a moment, concussion maybe. But it didn't hurt afterwards most likely because my face was really cold. There was a second after when it didn't bleed, but then I felt the first drop dribble out and then it was over, a spatter of crimson in the pale snow. Still I was able to laugh it off, as if Cassie wasn't doing enough laughing for us all. But now that my face has thawed, here comes the pain. Tomorrow morning is not going to be pretty. So I've iced my face once and that felt heavenly, but now I can feel it swelling again. It's like I'm wearing an ice mask.
Afterwards I really wished smeone had a camera and had gotten it on tape, because if you're getting your face smashed you might as well get it on video. That would have been the number one video on YouTube, for real.
Well, at least if my nose is broken, I'll have a sweet story to tell everybody in my old age, back when men were men, and sledding was sledding. Peace.
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