"Tell a funny joke just to get some play, Then you try to make a move and she says 'no way'" Or: In the Immortal Words of Mr. Nguyen

"School can suck it"

So I went to bed at 9 o'clock last night. It was rad. Although I probably woke up like six times over the course of the night. The reason for my early travel into the world of dreamland was that I went to bed at 1 Wednesday morning, and got up again at 6. It was somethig I thought I would never do, but love makes you crazy. And by that, I am referring to my "new bitch" midterms. At 10 on Tuesday ( after a]bending my psych midterm over behind the barn and b] watching House in my Don's room eating heart-shaped waffles) I discovered that I really didn't know anything about Chemistry. It came as a bit of a surprise. I'd gone to the lectures, I understood most of the concepts. But, without a book in front of me, I seemed to be lost. However, by midnight I was having troule keeping it together, and by 1 I had to sleep. So I set the alarm for 6 and got back to it then. Which was also pointless because my mental state was at least as low then as it was at 1 in the morning. The midterm was at 9:30. Out of 10 questions I managed to answer 6, which means that I passed if I got them all right. Well, I don't strickly pass because I need an average of at least 63 in sciences to stay in Honours (which keeps me in co-op) and at least 75 to get a Pre-Health Professions option. Which could be, you know, useful when I graduate. So basically that day was shitty from the start, compounded by the fact that I ate lunch (at 10:30, I know) then went home and tried to write up an assignment that was due at 4:30. 4 questions and a summary of a seven page journal article. I usually accomplish these in an hour. I slaved from 11 to 4:15 in my decreased mental state, and got it done in time to walk briskly over to my faculty building to hand it in. I then bought a bag of sunchips to celebrate the academic end of my time before Reading Week. All I had to do was Footloose tomorrow (today) and class until Friday. BUT NOW!!!! There is no class today. I woke up at 5 and noticed the very soft pitter-patter of wet snow hitting my window. I was too sleepy to make the connection then, but when my Don woke up the floor yelling "NO SCHOOL! EVERYONE GO BACK TO BED!" I realized that Waterloo has presumeably been covered in a beautifully thin sheet of ice, preventing almost any sort of education within (and presumeably beyond) the city limits.
FUCK YEAH, BABY!