She Said, You're Not the Only One, But You're the Best Liam (Pop Pop)

First off,

Harry Potter You scored 28% outgoingness, 75% intelligence, and 70% goodness!

You are the problemsolver of many situations. Love, however, doesn't seem to going your way at this time of life. It's time to put your intelect in the mix; you will be bettet appriciated.

My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 14% on outgoingness You scored higher than 71% on intelligence You scored higher than 71% on goodness

Link: The Which Movie Character Are You Test written by 5934 on OkCupid, home of the The Dating Persona Test

Now, if you're a fool like me, you'll take the test and find out your answer. However, it turns out that the site that hots that quiz also just happens to also have a small line of work in online dating. So you'll need to create a useraccount before you can view our answers. Its your choice whether or not you want to do that. I, having already decided that this quiz would be the lead into this post and having already answered all of the questions, felt that it was. However, I will warn you beforehand, unlike that site or any of Dean's Crew (through whom I found it) so that you can be more informed in your decision making.

Now, onto the good stuff.

I had a meeting with my Co-op advisor a few weeks ago. I'm sick of the bullshit being shovel-fed to me on a daily basis by the Uni's job matching service. So I told her that I've found my own job in Stratford, at the place I worked all summer. Which is true. I've had a job waiting for me there since August. The only thing is that I haven't talked to anyone from there since August either. Anyway, I take this lady through the details of the job as I'd heard them in August, she asked me if it would be full-time for the whole term. I lied and said yes. They won't even schedule me full-time, but since I'm going to working for almost all of the departments at the place, I might actually be pretty close. As for employing my for the whole term, I doubt that they'd want to do anything else.

So, she hooks me up. She says that there's a form online that I have to fill out and submit in order to have the place checked out and approved. No problem, I think to myself. The form's only 1.5 pages long. Then she goes into the job matching service and changes my status so that I can no longer apply to jobs through it, and can now submit the online forms for finding my own job.

I leave the place feeling good. When I get home, as a precautionary measure, I send out an email to my old CEO and immediate supervisor to bring them up to speed on what's happening, and ask them to a) clarify my job description a little for me, and b) take a look at the online form to make sure there's nothing special on it that I might have missed.

I sent that email Tuesday of last week. I have yet to receive a response. Wednesday of this week (over a week since I sent the first email) I sent another to the same people asking if they'd even gotten the first one. The CEO sent me a response within the day saying that even though she'd gotten the first one, she hadn't had a chance to meet with my supervisor yet and wouldn't be able to do that until next week. Oh well. I'm sure they didn't need that form anytime soon anyway...

School is hellish. Here's my schedule, from the top of this week:

Monday:
Calculus tutorial assignment (I've mentioned them before. Study the previous week's material, then head to the tutorial to write a finger-bitingly difficult assignment. The only reason they get finished is because they're open-book and you are allowed to work in groups). My MO for these is to spend the 4 hours between when my last class ends and the tutorial begins to get my shit together for the assignment.

Monday = write-off.

Tuesday:
I have 2 lab reports due on Wednesday, and 2 midterms on Thursday. I spend the whole night doing one of the lab reports. I take the chance that the other isn't actually due (we just need some of the results to continue the experiment this week). I get no studying in for the midterms.

Wednesday:
Morning: class.
Early afternoon: Attempt to get results ready for second lab.
Rest of afternoon: Hand in finished lab report, and head (without the needed answers) to my other lab. Manage to finish it anyway without them.

Evening: I discover the joys of cramming for an exam. Well, two exams. The first was scheduled for 8:30 Thursday morning and was for Biomechanics. The second was Organic Chemistry at 1:00. Orgo required significantly more study than biomech. I started at 7, taking a 15 minute break every 45 minutes. This worked surprisingly well, and I will probably employ it again in the future. I studied organic until about 12:30ish. I spent the next 2 hours working on biomech. It was at 2:30 that I realized two things: 1) that I needed quite seriously to go to bed, and 2) that biomech was actually a little harder than it looked. Not much, but enough to make me uneasy.

Thursday:
I get up, determined to feel good simply to be alive. This was also a good tactic, and I will probably try to do it for every exam I write in the future. It was very calming and grounding, which was what I needed most on little sleep (more on that in my next little topic) and no confidence.

Biomechanics was not as hard as I expected it to be. There is a chance that my performance on that exam was adequite.

After biomech, I went and bought a sandwich at Subway (I have no food, and was in no state to make it when I woke up anyway). Then I attempted to continue studying for orgo, which was 3 hours away.

It didn't work too well. No matter what anyone tells you (not that I'd expect them to tell you any differently) organic chemistry is fucking hard. It doesn't help that my prof (who I like) basically didn't teach the unit well at all. Here's how it went:

Prof: Here's a couple of chemicals. How do you think they'll react?

Student: [gives an explaination of through the methods he's just shown us]

Prof: ... Wrong.

This usually happens for one of two reasons. Either a):

Prof: You forgot to think about [insert totally random, seemingly unimportant tidbit from 2 lecutres ago]

Or b:

Prof: This is a whole new kind of chemical reaction we haven't learned about yet.

I wasn't a big fan of this teaching style. By teaching solely through examples for the whole unit, no two of which were ever the same, I didn't really get a feel for any steps I should take, or the order I should take them in in order to figure out how a reaction will proceed.

So, basically, this is a roundabout way of saying that I bombed the organic midterm, and not in a good way.

I did the obvious thing: Walked my roommate (who also bombed) back home so that she could not look crazy by bitching at me instead of to the sky about how much she hates school, stood in my house for 5 minutes, and then went all the way back to campus to meet Blake at KO for some stiff drinks and some catching up.

We met. We talked. We ordered drinks. We noticed that there was a table in KO that has a chessboard painted on the top.

Blake tore me a new one at chess. Half by invoking strange rules, half by being a member of the chess club. I won the first round, and Blake proceeded to drop bombs on me for the next 3.

Then we went and had dinner at Laurier and chatted amiably.

I went home, ploughed through some more Megatokyo archives, read a little bit of The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy, and hit the sack.

At 9:00.

So, the logical among you are asking "Where did he get the Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy?"

I got it from Blake while I was at Laurier. He told me I needed reading material, and I realized he was right.

Those among you who don't care about unexplained plot details are probably asking yourselves, "Why did he go to bed at 9 o'clock." And probably also calling yourselves clever for thinking that this was an unexplained plot detail.

You are, of course, wrong. Probably on both counts, but most certainly on my early sleeping being unexplained. I mentioned that I hadn't been getting enough sleep half a page ago, I also said that I'd be elaborating at some point in the future of this post.

That point is just below this one:

I haven't had the chance to sleep well this week. Let's review:

Saturday night:
After a satisfying LAN gaming session with Granite and Danger, I stuck around my house waiting for some guys from Thuderdome to give me a call. They didn't. I hung around my house until 1 am when my Dad was on his way home and stopped to pick me up. We chatted all the way home, and more once we got there. I probably hit the sack around 2.

Sunday night:
During a very enjoyable birthday dinner for my father at McKenna Estates, he received a copy of the director's cut of Aliens on DVD (FF2.0 doesn't recognize DVD as a word...). Needless to say, we viewed it with much zest immediately after dinner. Unfortunately, due to it being sort of longer than the regular version, it didn't end until 12:30. Then I went to my room and read some of my childhood collection of Aliens inspired comic books. I don't really know when I hit the sack, but it was probably in the 1:30-2:30 range.

Monday night: Happy to be able to sleep after a tiring weekend, I crawled onto my mattress on the floor at 11:30. Only to have to listen to my roommate porking (FF2.0 spelling suggestions: poking, poring, corking, forking, working [too many of those are eerily appropriate]) his girlfriend. Now, don't get me wrong here. The man can pork his girlfriend in his own home. The act itself is nothing I can rightfully complain about. They do it all the time. There were really just 2 key differences here: The first, is that they normally get it out of the way before I go to bed. That way I just turn up my music, and continue surfing the internet, or whatever else I'm doing in the 10-11 o'clock timespot. This time, I don't know what was happening, but I heard them about 5 minutes after I shut my light off.

The second is a little more important. Normally I don't even hear them until they're getting ready for the end. Then a sound, much like a slab of fat being slapped against a wet rock, pervades the basement (This is the time that my music usually reaches its maximum volume for the evening). This happened at least 5 times on Monday night. I dunno, maybe they ate something funny. I'm pretty sure that they finished at 1:30.

Then the fucker turned on the TV to watch sports highlights for another hour.

About halfway through that, I heard an interesting snippet of conversation.

Him: [mumble mumble] chocolate

Her: Yeah. OK.

Him: Yeah. If you get chocolate, get milk too. Otherwise just go for a pizza.

I shit you not. The guy fucks his girlfriend's brains out, and then sends her to get him food. Now, I'm sure that they were both pretty hungry by this point. Not just because of their exertions, but also because they'd gotten pretty stoned before they went at it. Once again, I don't care that my roommate sparks up in our house. In fact, it barely smells in my room at all. For some reason, it actually stinks up the main floor of our house far more.

Anyway, so you hear the sound of her getting up and heading to the kitchen. He heads for the shower. Leaving the TV on.

I hear banging and clattering from the kitchen. This continues for an indefinite amount of time. I was so tired by this point that I was wishing I hadn't been born. Although (to blatantly steal from Douglas Adams) this was likely because I wasn't thinking straight. Otherwise I'd just wish that my roommate hadn't been born.

He comes out of the shower. She continues murdering my kitchen. Apparently she was making muffins. Anyway, just as I was getting attuned to the noise level.... she sets off the fucking smoke alarm. I couldn't god-damn well believe it. That also managed to wake up my other two roommates. Eventually everything stopped. I went to sleep. I can't really remember it though.

Tuesday night:
My roommate goes out at 7. He comes back at 1. Insert pathetic noises over background of sports highlights in television.

Wednesday night:
I get my revenge. I make sure to keep my music at an annoying level while studying until 2 am. I'm pretty sure that it worked. I dunno though.

Which brings us back in line with the original story at
Thursday night:
I decide to go to bed at 9. It was a wicked idea. I was seriously looking forward to 11 hours of sleep before getting up for class today (Friday). I did manage to drift off eventually. I was awoken at several points during the night, but I have no idea when they were because I don't have a clock (well, I do, it's in my stereo [which wakes me up in the morning] but it isn't visible at night). They were:

-roommate coming home

-roommate porking girlfriend

-other roommates and a few friends coming home from watching Borat

-other roommates noisily pre-drinking (incidentally, this happened late enough that my roommate [the porker] sent his girlfriend [the porkee, I guess] to tell them to be quiet. Luckily a full-scale incident was avoided as they were just on their way out to catch a cab to some bar)

and

-roommates and friends coming home trying to be quiet

I woke up feeling tired, so I can only assume that one or more of the above events happened late enough to make me that way.

And that has been life.

Oh, continuing our theme of "school is hellish", here's my schedule for the next week:

This weekend:
Study calculus. I don't have a tutorial assignment on Monday. I have a midterm. It's at the same time, for the same length of time, and features basically the same shit. Only its from all across this half of the term. Oh, and it's closed book and done individually. So, basically, harder than the normal ones without any of the benefits.

Monday:
Is really my busiest day. I'm just gonna be doing the class/ midterm thing.

Tuesday:
I have a massive lab (the one I didn't do Tuesday of this week) due on Wednesday.

Wednesday:
I have a massive set of papers due for psych on Thursday.

Thursday:
I have a chem lab report due on Friday when I start my lab. Said lab is informal, which means that there's a section of the lab manual that we fill out as the experiment is performed and then hand in at the end of class. Which means that you damn-well get as much done before class as you possibly can. So I'll also be doing that.

See You Space-Cowboy