So, Sean, what did you do at work today?

Oh, not too much really. Got hit in the face with a bike. That was neat.

Gotta love sleep deprivation ( Read more... )

This poutine is so fucking good.

GOD. I hate BK. But I love this poutine?

Fucking BK. Fucking with my head.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck. I can say fuck. A lot.

I love Easter.

Only because it closes Brock Friday. And because it closes Brock Friday, meaning some people would be without seminar this coming week, seminars were cancelled outright for three classes.

Serious sleep-in Monday, Thursday and Friday?

Thanks Jesus.

I've now spent five hours trying to get the work I need to do for tomorrow off of two separate websites.

Which means I've spent five times as much time trying to get the work as I would have spent actually doing it.

What the fuck?

You would think I would learn my lesson. Naps are great, but they fuck up my sleeping. I would really love to go to bed now, but I'm not tired in the least ( Read more... )

Quite possibly the longest day ever today. No sleep made it that much better ( Read more... )

Severe writing block. To the point that I'm calling it quits, for tonight, on this paper. It is due in the morning, but if i've learned anything in nearly four years of university it is that it's worth taking a late penalty (depending on the severity of the penalty, of course) if the quality of your work will be that much better. I would rather get ( Read more... )

That quick little nap I had earlier has ruined my night. I hate how a half-hour cat nap can throw the whole system out of whack. Luckily, I only have class 4-5 tomorrow ( Read more... )

Welcome to the party. Enjoy your stay.

Some would switch to Friends-Only. Not me. This just gives me reason to write EXACTLY what I think of you.

Don't give me ammunition, people. I may just start using this thing regularly. Then..hooboy..THEN you're in for it.

Fucking douchebags.

*Edit* Hunter S. Thompson committed suicide. Great author.