Tonight was my first ever Christmas dinner/turkey dinner.  T'was good, although I must admit the stuffing is better than the turkey, but not by much.

I feel like snowboarding again, and again, and again, and again, and again...yep, I'm a broken record.

For some odd reason I feel so at home.  I've pretty much spent my entire life at home only away briefly for vacations and such, but now I just have that comforting and undeniably good feeling of being home.  Mmmmmmmmmmmm.  It's like smelling freshly baked apple pie or hearing your favourite soft song, I just feel so settled ( Read more... )

Why oh why did "Whose line is it anyway" have to end!?!

I hate that moment, that point where you realize that you're utterly fucked.  I just want to go and start blaming my prof for being unreal (in a very bad way), the university for even putting the words "science distribution course" in the course calender, and myself for not dropping this piece shit.  Then I come to another realization.  Even though ( Read more... )

It was good to get back on the snow and fly like a bullet.  What I don't miss is flying head over heels because of those who fail to recognize the giant black diamonds in front of runs ( Read more... )

I'm trapped in a castle of books.  This would be fine I were deep in the Alps but not in Richmond Hill.

I'll be playing with snow in roughly 97 long hours.

I need yoda right now, he can make anything seem worthwhile.
...plus, he's tiny and green...and old.

I got 'lost' and typed "home" into my http:// address bar.

...now why would it take me to the New York Times?

It's kind of annoying to study when you have an annoying little thought poking you like a hyper 7 year old.  It's also kind of scary how I can consistently find reasons to put off studying to do pointless things like facebook (which I swore to myself I would never get into), make sandwiches, check my ever empty email, and watch stupid tv ( Read more... )

I fell asleep on the bus...I never do that.

So, to recap: I hate papers, I want it to snow (a lot), it's 2:01pm which means I should have started my paper 1 minute ago, my upper back hurts, and people take christmas shopping waaaay too seriously.

Ok adrian, time to go from a brisk walk to a steady jog.