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| 10:10pm 02/01/2007 |
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so it's 2007 and i'm still a fatass. what's with that?
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UGHGHHHHHHHH school soooon
12 HOUR DAYS
AT SCHOOL
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| 09:22pm 04/11/2006 |
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biggest loser ever. This weekend sucks!
Home on a saturday nite after 8 hours of work & reading historical linguistics = LAME CITY/INITIATE NERD SEQUENCE...NERD SEQUENCE INITIATED
AGHHhhhhhhhhhhg boredddd |
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| NGUH. |
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| 10:52am 31/10/2006 |
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mood:  busy music: SYNTAX CHAPTER 9+HOMEWORK 8+ASSIGNMENT 2
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THC + screemers = best idea
tickets only $10 = also good
HOORAY FOR THE CHEMISTRY STUDENT'S UNION.
work + halloween nite = bummer :(
PS: making pumpkin pie and pumpkin soup (no joke) FROM SCRATCH = flavour sex explosion of taste |
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| 05:17pm 23/10/2006 |
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Jesus fucking christ school is shit; I couldn't get a decent mark to save my ass. Everything's such a big fucking letdown. Even the things I suspect I did well in turn out to be just as fucking disappointing. I don't think I've seen a mark above 65 yet (in 300 levels) and at this point i'd be fucking ecstatic if everything could just stay static at 65. I fucking hate uoft and i fucking hate my programs and everyone in them. school is crap. Trying without being rewarded isn't going to reinforce that behaviour. Giving up makes sense. school>>work>>home routine fucking blows especially when you have little to show for it. school just depletes money and self-esteem, I'd rather buy drugs.
Yeah, so not getting into speech pathology when I can't even do basic linguistic syntax, which is probably the most ridiculous thing ever. It's fucking stupid and immeasurable and just as elusive as cognitive science which I also fucking hate but also major in for some fucking fucked up reason. Linguists like to pretend they're scientists and it's fucking annoying with supposed mental constructs like syntax trees X-bar theory and theta grids (are you fucking kidding me). Syntax should stop pretending it legitimately exists. Why can't I fucking take phonetics courses for the rest of it, something you can actually tangibly see. Fucking syntax FUCK. I want to take a massive fucking dump on Andrew Carnie. AGH, JUST FUCK. I'd love a repetitive mundane job, I obviously have no ambitions. It's all just looking forward to the weekend, spending money, and fucking forgetting about how shit I am at school. I should probably forget about grad school, it'd probably give me a fucking aneurysm and I'd never put that much effort into anything. forget brown-nosing professors I don't even fucking know and have never fucking desired talking to for letters of recommendation (based on my shit marks of course) as well as volunteering in a clinic (more shit to divide my time between - work&school&commute&10 minutes to fucking clothe myself).
I fucking hate learning anything because it's just more entities to be fucking tested on. I dont belong in university studying things I've only ever been interested in on a casual level. Everything just makes me angry all the time; I want a permanent hiatus like cancer. |
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| AGH ROSI. |
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| 09:02am 17/07/2006 |
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Fucking waiting list!
Fucking philosophy majors! Shouldn't you be taking more courses in Wittgenstein or Quine or something, I hear it's the hip thing to do. PLZ LEAVE.
Other than that, 3-day weeks again so the other 4 are reserved for work :(
I hope I get into this course, it's seriously compromising my ability to graduate on-time. I don't have roooooom to take this later. Way to go me, for switching majors out of nowhere.
I enjoy how my computer crashed two minutes before I had to start registration, unreliable piece of shit.
I enjoy how my two back-to-back classes on goddamn opposite sides of campus. |
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| 01:11pm 30/04/2006 |
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mood:  fucking vervaeke. music: interpol
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You know what's great?
Going into an exam without knowing 25%/30% of your mark.
My professor is such a fucking joke.
I hate cog sci.
What kind of class has a fucking participation mark? LOLTOWN. There's like a few hundred of us. Maybe if I was a pretentious fuck I could take up class time to debate with the prof about how much of a neuroscience genius I am. This was by far the worst class I ever had at UofT, too bad it's my fucking major KEKEKK. I don't understand all the love for my professor. He's a fat, bitter fuck who talks too fucking much about his new wife and kid which I couldn't give a shit about. There weren't even any readings this semester because he's a stupid boob and fucked up on the order. What a goddamn tool. The best is having a student try and lecture us on how nativism is wrong. Just. no, sorry, try again. It's because he was too fucking lazy to say anything about linguistics (which was only discussed ONE class out of the whole year - why the fuck am I taking all these linguistics courses then?)
There was nothing said that I couldn't have known without picking up a book by Pinker or Dennett or Harnad. GAYTOWN. A waste of 1000 bucks.
Wed&Thurs are my last two exams, I can't fucking wait to do jack shit all day and laze around on my ass and read books for leisure that I'm actually interested in. Oh yeah and I can't wait to work 30 hours a week :/
GUHHHHhHhH.
Can't wait for the BAU. |
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| 08:37pm 27/03/2006 |
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I think the only reason I ever write here is to bitch about school, which is depressing. It's over soon, I'm just waiting for the caveat. I hate my program even though I've only had one course in pure cognitive science so far. It's just been so shitty that it's turning me off cog sci. It's just the most unorganized, arbitrary shit ever; there aren't even readings for this semester WHATTHEEHEEHHELL. There's like one copy on reserve at the library and it's never there the other copy was stolen. Uhm my professor should get his shit together. worst class ever.
I have to write an essay for that class on whatever because he's too fucking fat to narrow it down to anything. Either linguistics or philosophy. I don't know much about cognitive linguistics but I have an assload of books on the subject. If I decide to do a philosophy paper I was going to do it on qualia but it seems everyone else had that fucking idea. Furthermore whenever Nagel or Dretske or Dennett come up in class the prof always trash talks them cause he's a pompous ass. They are my favourite :( he doesn't know what he's talking about. But I guess I can't write about them in my essay cause I'll get my ass handed to me because he's set on hating people smarter than him I guess. I don't know. I could write about personal identity and consciousness but that's more Dennett and Nagel.
man, what a douchebag.
Linguistics is fun except for gay shit like phonology and semantics. I hate. Phonetics is my favourite and child language acquisition and historical linguistics and speech pathology and psycho/neurolinguistics. mmmf.
I have to take statistics next year for reasons unknown!11111111~!!!!!!!! I also get to take a robotics course which should be interesting times.
If I choose a graduate degree in speech pathology i have to take physiology and more statistics but i dont have room. I don't know if I should take summer school or not. I don't even know if I should be worrying about this shit now. AGH. SCHOOL.
I have 3 essays due at the same time soon :( I haven't done jack shit. I don't know how to get motivated. someone come punch me in the mouth.
I'm tired of dumb cunts in my program with their goddamn apple powerbooks who only come to class as an excuse to dress up and fucking socialize. gayest shit ever.
school, ehgjghhhhhhhhhh. |
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| 11:43pm 23/01/2006 |
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mood:  AUGH music: AUGH
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CANADA, WHAT HAVE WE BECOME?!
AUGH
POURQUOI
Conservatives - 122
Liberals - 105
NDP - 30 <-- aw, cute
Bloc - 50
Independent - 1
Green - 0
oh, green party. what a comedy option.
ps I have a crush on Jack Layton and his azn wife Olivia
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| 01:55pm 14/01/2006 |
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mood:  INFECTIOUS music: KYUSS; DESSERT SESSIONS kekek
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Here's some stuff I've been meaning to post and some other stuff that's here for no goddamn reason. I hate this season, so my friends and I made a badass snowman.
AND SO IT BEGINS.
( useless pictures. lots. )
SCHOOL, WHY WON'T YOU END?
MARKS, WHY DO YOU SUCK?
MILLIONS OF DOLLARS, WHY AREN'T YOU IN MY BANK ACCOUNT?
'WILL TO POWER', WHY WON'T YOU GET READ? FURTHERMORE, WHY CAN'T YOU MAKE SENSE?
PHONOLOGY, WHY ARE YOU SLOWLY KILLING ME?
COLON, WHY CAN'T YOU MAKE POOPS? I HAVEN'T SHIT FOR DAYS!!!11
CREEPY RUSSIAN GUY ON MSN, WHY ARE YOU TALKING?
oh yeah, I was at a restaurant today and I saw a girl from highschool I was pretty good friends with. It's been something like 2 years and I know she didn't go to uni straight out of highschool. I don't know if I really wanted to say hi or not. I don't know how painfully awkward it might of been. but I remember talking to this girl everday for like a year? I've been to her fucking house for chrissakes. I couldn't even say hi. I hid my face. What's wrong with me? I think I'm painfully shy and avoid getting into potentially awkward conversation like the plague. iunno. |
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| 06:05pm 25/12/2005 |
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This Christmas felt like shit, mostly. Being told you won't have a job after Jan. 6th on CHRISTMAS EVE NO LESS rules. Seriously. I don't know what kind of rights I have in this situation. I was told I'd be there for atleast three months (I don't know if I was guaranteed three months though) and it's only been half that time. I was also supposed to be working the photolab which never happened. They made me a register jockey instead.
I KNOW it's not because "we don't have the hours to give you", it sounds like total bullshit to me, even though xmas is over. I know it's because of my availability... 3 night classes a week rule, i know. What the fuck can I do, sorry I'm a student. I know how inconvenient hiring me is when you can hire some 40 year old assbag with nowhere else to go, who can work full time no problem because they can just tape episodes of General Hospital to watch later.
Someone told me to talk to another manager because mine is a notorious bitch. I don't know what to do. 10 bucks an hour was a pretty sweet deal :(
I need some fucking student-friendly place to hire me. mmmmf.
I don't know why money is such a big deal, but I sure as hell can't stop spending it :/ I always feel so useless without a job, and I hate seeing money go from my account without it being replaced. I don't know if I should take a break from working this semester.. guh I need better spending habits.
My mom is also being a huge drama queen today which doesn't help anything. I can't wait for this holiday to fucking end. |
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| 10:43pm 20/11/2005 |
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mood: CHEESECAKE music: Drive Like Jehu - Good Luck In Jail
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Soo the last week or whatever has been really good, it was my birthday on the 17th and it wasn't as depressing this year. Um, I had a lot of fun seeing NIN and QOTSA, it ruled me. Also ruling was seeing bauhaus less than a week later. Um 2 legends less than a week apart. UH. Bauhaus was fucking incredible; no opening band, they came on stage and WENT TO TOWN oh man. They played fucking everything (almost). I'm surprised they played ziggy stardust, but the pretentious noob-goth girls near me seemed to enjoy it way too much. They played Bela Lugosi's Dead which I'm sure they're also fucking sick of. Um. Daniel Ash is quite withered but still badass. Peter Murphy now looks like salvador dali/gomez, his voice is incredible though, they were fucking awesome live. I wanted to hear crowds/all we ever wanted/who killed mr. moonlight but ehhhhhh. They played so much stuff. I was happy.
Um I also saw Cannibal Holocaust on my birthday and oh god. Why. Well now I know what the insides of a sea turtle look like. I got to see a few friends on Saturday which I haven't seen in a while and Anna got me a birthday cake and we had white zinfandel and it was cute. We went to some restaurant called Uncle Benny's and he was also cute.
I miss Uncle Benny.
Also, I finally have a goddamn job now. It's pretty gay but the pay is good. Uh, I can buy stock which I don't know how to do. Good times.
I saw Walk the Line this weekend; OH JOAQUIN. So yeah it was pretty good.
OKAY well I should start my assignment that's due in like 10 hours. If anyone can tell me what the fuck Churchland&Churchlands functionalist explanation for qualia is with respect to Campbell's 'Imitation Man' it would be much appreciated. Because I don't git it. |
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| 04:54pm 27/10/2005 |
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mood: STRAINING REAL HARD music: i'm ridin' spinnaz!!!
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I have to pay 500 bucks for my textbooks (this is only for semester 1). So far I've payed maybe 700 including last year. I've paid 35 bucks for my cell phone bill every month since i was 17. I have a credit card and I pay it off on time all the time. I don't have a fucking job anymore. My mom keeps nagging me to pay for most of my tuition.
Excellent fucking timing you dumb cunt. Maybe you shouldn't piss away your money. Meanwhile she just came home from a William Ashley sale (that shit is pricey) with literally 15 bags (I wish I was exaggerating) full of the MOST USELESS SHIT EVER. one bag is full of LARGE SCENTED CANDLES. WHAT. THE. FUCK.
Way to blow money you apparently don't have, or don't want to give me for uni, on gay shit like serving trays. Your husband is still in debt after 15 years. Get a job for fuck's sake, stop whining about your old boss. Work is work. Throw pillows are not a necessity. MAYBE YOU SHOULD GET THE FUCKING WATER HEATER FIXED; IT'S BEEN LIKE TWO WEEKS I'VE HAD TO LIVE LIKE A PIONEER. nono fancy tassles are more important. FUCKING TASSLES!
I hate women.
I hate mothers.
YOUR PRIORITIES ARE FUCKED.
I HATE MONEY
( edited to include the most invasive survey ever because I'm wasting my life doing dumb shit ) |
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| THE BAU! |
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| 01:33am 22/09/2005 |
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bauhaus is playing a day before my birthday at the koolhaus and I am going to shit my pants.
I've never really seen anyone this LEGENDARY.. except for the pixies. (and soon to be nin)
jesus tap-dancing christ.
I skipped my first class today :(
My TA also caught me doing it. haha. ah.
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fucking lin228!
I need a fucking job.
okay then.
TOODLES.
//EDIT//
bahaha i bought tickets today which are only suposed to be limited to bauhaus fanclub members and hence needed a password. there is a fucking picture of bela lugosi pretty much right next to the pw box. baahah. BAAAH. so yes, the password is bela if you want the presale. fucking score, am i right guys!? uhh.. even though i'm fairly certain it won't sell out. it was 108 bucks for two tickets. D: still cheaper than goddamn nin/qotsa D: |
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| 01:04pm 11/09/2005 |
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Holy shit, I start school tomorrow and couldn't be any more unprepared. I look forward to spending 10 bucks a day on transportation. I can't wait to spend 11.5 hours at school tomorrow (as well as wednesday) with my finger up my ass doing nothing until I get to come home at like 10 to pass out.
This is my real timetable for fall, last one I promise:
M: 9:30-11, 2-3, 6-9.
T: 12-2, 2-3
W: 9:30-11, 2-3, 3-4, 7-9.
kill me.
TWO 3 hour breaks on monday and tuesday. what the fuck am i supposed to do with 6 hours of free time. play with my balls? I hate living an hour away, it's such a cock tease.
I like having a 5 day week compressed into like 2 days. My tuesdays are good. I get thursday and friday off. uh. I need a job.
Secondly I hate the new bus schedule. YRT seems to only run every half an hour now, that or it's never fucking on time. It's the most unreliable piece of shit ever. Now I get to walk to the viva stop on scott which is like an extra 10 minutes. I hate how viva has complicated my life. I hate public transportation so much. And why does everything smell like urine.
I can't wait to wake up at 7:30 tomorrow, I haven't done that since fucking highschool. Since when does UofT have classes that start before 12, OUTRAGEOUS!!1111 AM I RIGHT.
Well this school year is going to be tons of fun, I can't wait to nap in queens park, the creepy underground lounge, and every goddamn library on campus.
OKAY WELL.
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| high school was like bootcamp for a deskjob :( |
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| 12:56pm 25/07/2005 |
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mood:  nervous music: here I am, babyyyyy...rock you like a hurriCAAAAAAAAYNE
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Oh yeah apparently there are these things called pre-requisites which are mandatory for my major WHO'DA THUNK. Maybe I should have looked them up before, but alas. So I decided to fuck anthro because I can't be arsed and if I want honours I can't take more than 6 100Y's WHICH I'M PUSHING AND I APPARENTLY HAVE TO TAKE LINGUISTICS OR ELSE (noam chomsky, b.f. skinner, prepare to get your genitals mauled) jesus christ!111!11!!!! D:< And statistics, I fucking have to take a statistics course, damn you PSY201H1. So 4.5 credits, here I am, rock you like a hurricane. I still have fridays off, so that calls for touching myself. In the fall, I have tuesdays off and in winter, thursdays (4 DAY WEEKEND) which calls for touching others. I like this schedule better. Hooray for finishing it only 2 hours before I'm supposed to register.
M: FALL 9:30-11 PHL: Persons, Minds, Bodies HURRRRR >:U ROLLEYES MANDATORY. FULLYR intro gen linguistics 2-3, FULLYR Intro cogn sci 6-9
T: WINTER 10-1 Perception (psy), WINTER 6-9 continental phl
W: FALL 9:30-11 PHL: Persons, Minds, Cocaine, Bodies; FULLYR intro gen linguistics 2-3, tutorial for that class 3-4, FALL intro cogn psych 6-9
R: FALL Statistics I 6-9
I better get my shit together this year.
NO STUDY, NO FUNNY.
Oh yeah I hope I actually get into these courses HAhahah.a.ah. I love UofT seriously, and full courses. and rejection. and baby newts :V
Also, I think I'm fired but if I don't hear it yet, it's not illegal, so I'ma stealthily hand in my two weeks' with todays date and BOOK IT ASSASSIN +10 STEALTH LEVEL 26 600 HP STYLES and then start coming in for my shifts.
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| 05:11pm 24/07/2005 |
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So apparently fashion mullets are all the rage in Spain. Uh, it was lots of fun anyway though. I took lots of pictures but am too fucking lazy to post anything. We stayed in Valencia where my mom's aunt, uncle and cousin live. Her cousin's wedding was really nice, it was in a garden with pretty canopies and hot waiters. We went to Madrid for a day at one point, and missed our train back. AWESOME. The architecture was fucking nice though. pictures ensued. we had to take a bus back at like 2am and this guy kept blowing chunks every twenty minutes. it stank. Anyway, i enjoy planes. Stopping over in Munich ruled, it looks exactly like Canada from the air. The beach in Valencia was fucking dirty (ie turds afloat in the water). There are fucking vespas and other motorbikes everywhere and seeing businessmen in suits and old ladies riding them like the wind is high(ly)-larious.
SO I register on Monday, and this is my shitty schedule. Last years was awesome, I had only one evening class, otherwise I'd end at 4 or 1, with a whole friday off and a short thursday kekek. This schedule sucks, I will die.
M: 6-9 cognitive science (full year)
T: 12-2 17th/18thC PHL (full year)
2-3 tutorial ^^
6-9 1st semester: Language and society (anthro)
6-9 2nd semester: Continental Philosophy
W:6-9 1st semester: Cognitive Psychology
R:6-8 Anthropology (full year)
Fridays off, kekek.
Commuting ruins my life.
I need a new job. |
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| 04:14pm 16/06/2005 |
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mood:  autistic music: Grandaddy - Jed's other poem (beautiful ground)
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So I think I have my (academic) life figured out. I decided criminology is gay and boring and arid and I probably won't end up doing creepy investigations into the criminal psyche wich i so enjoy and do on a regular basis, and law enforcement isn't for me what with my criminal record and all. kekekekekek. Also.. government job? EHHH. So i deleted crim from my subject posts. I also decided I will never take another (western) European History course in my life because I'm so goddamn sick of it. Also, no more political science ever; i get it, democracy is awesome and complex THANK YOU, DRIVE THROUGH.
SO IT BEGINS.
Okay, major in cognitive science (which i initially applied for when i entered and then decided NO, CRIMINOLOGY kekek I AR DUMB)
minor philosophy (ideally)
minor (or major?) Anthropology (though I haven't decided if it should be Biological Anthro..if it is, i will major. BSc anyone!!!11??)
So now it's not really a full year wasted, but half.
So summer has been good so far. Except for work. Second week of July I get to go to Spain with mom for my great cousin's wedding. I will get to play the role of fat north american estranged family member. I EXCITE.
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