viva las vegas! or viva la fin del classo-s. IT just struck me now ... 11:20 pm Monday night. That classes are over and I get to sleep in for the next two weeks, minus one day for that damn cs245 exam at 9am. why on earth do they make exams so bloody early? i hate it. this is the modern age. exams should ... just be like ... plug brain in here and we'll _know_ if you understand. that'd be cool. none of this 3 hour-25 page exam shit. i'm talking about 30 seocnd brain zaps. saves paper so the tree hugging hippies won't be giving us crap either. you can get all 5 exams done in 2.5 minutes. now that's technology.

they put a man on the moon. can't they friggin' make exams more convinient? sheesh...

I want to complain some more. let's start with on-terrible (ontario). holy crap you guys like money. $320 / month to insure a car that a reindeer can outrun. what the fuck? a 1989 Fucking Old Recycled Dodge (aka FORD) Tempo. Thing is 8 different gradients of rust and beige. it defines the slow lane on the highway. you go to pass someone ... you go backwards. it's like the U-Haul with no rearview-fucking-mirror. and they want to charge 320 bucks a month? every 3 months i could go buy a new car and wreck it for that price.

now some non-complaining bit...

i like music. it is good. music drives me. i'm just like "yo that dude is cool, i want to play like him" then i realise that i am no better then the ramones. meh ... ramones still rock in my world. right lynn? you didn't even make it this far did you? poop.

on a scoop? rolled in corn flakes? how about that.

STAT231 is the Devil.