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So, another Tuesday afternoon, and that would mean another wasted day due to evening classes. Fortunately, this is the last week of classes, and even more fortunate for me that I have nothing good to do, so I thought I’d scribble down this week’s ramblings and schizophrenic thoughts down for the whole wide (web) world to ignore. I actually couldn’t think of a title, maybe because I have no work left to do, so I’m letting my mind relax too hard and my organizational skills have been taken out to the woods and shot, Old Yeller style. So, in my nerdom, I do what Windows does, call it untitled until you give it a name. But I’ll leave it as such.

I’m also on campus, so I’m typing this on Word, because, although I don’t give 3/8ths a damn what anyone thinks of me, I don’t want to look pretentious, and have people walk by only to say “What a(n) [expletive].”, because I know you know, I don’t need to hear it from you; so it’s only a matter of a quick copy and paste, and I look as if I’m busy. Not that you needed to know.

Here’s a funny thing I do when I write this, I essentially devote all attention to the task at hand, and that’s probably the only time I actually do it. So well, in fact, I may forget what I was going to write if I don’t stop and slap myself across the face. (Truth: I do in fact, do this) I don’t write this down because I can do this all from memory. At least I think I can. But the fact is, if it’s worth remembering, I’ll remember it. At least when I look back when I’m 246 (yes, I’ll last that long, and that is if I haven’t stopped writing for no one, the fun of it all), I’ll remember what I need to remember, just maybe reinforced in words than in fuzzy memory.

Okay, let’s move on.

First off, Hockey is over in Toronto. Hockey-mecca has hockey end prematurely, for the second year in a row now, because we didn’t make the playoffs. If you’re a Senators’ fan (you know who you are), don’t you dare rub it in. You’re just lucky we’re not there to completely annihilate you when we get to you guys anyways. Consider your team lucky. Very lucky. Lucky indeed. And I hope Pittsburgh kicks your butt. That being said, “Go Canucks” … at least until they get eliminated.

Summer school is going to be interesting, because I need to think of what to do for summer school. No, don’t get started on “Kelvin, you need a job you stupid hippie”, I know that for a fact, and I’ll get … right … on it. (That means I won’t) I won’t even try to rationalize why I don’t have a job yet, because anything I say is purely irrational. Anyways, back to summer school: Four more months stuck on campus, but less time spent in classes, because no sane person (and me) would do anything close to a full course load. Not under that hot summer sun. In those hot, humid sweaty conditions. So damn hot, and distracting, and that’s just the heat.

New tangent – summer, and why I don’t really like it. Sure, holidays and all that, but first, I’ll be stuck in summer school (for my own ‘benefit’, I suppose), and not only is the heat and humidity distracting (I’m not a summer person, you may have guessed). I’m more a winter person; I like the cold, or just the cool, as long as it’s dry as well (and dry heat is slightly more tolerable). And the ladies? I like them all year around (I’d better), but I prefer them in the winter than in the summer. In the summer, they wear next to nothing, and as much as I like that, I like it when they wear more. Layers, bulk, hoods, fur boots, that kind of stuff. Maybe I really am mentally ill, can you name any other male on this planet that would admit the same, picking puffy winter coats and sweaters over low cut spaghetti straps, short skirts and thongs sticking out of jeans? I didn’t think so.

Quick sidenote though, women do crazy things. I won’t list them all; this’ll be short, just some things I’ve remembered. I’ve actually walked downwind of someone who had perfume that smelled like cookie dough, or playdoh (or something similar). Now that’s strange considering it’s usually some fruit scent or weird, yet pleasant aroma. Second, I’ve seen someone, … how do I describe this … applying mascara on the subway. I don’t know what leads some women to do this but I won’t even put something with an even more blunt of a point near my eyes in any moving vehicle. And I wear glasses too.

Anyways, I’ve taken quite a shine (that really doesn’t sound right, so I’ll use it) to playing SimCity again. I’ve never played the first one, but I’ve spent (or wasted) a few good years playing SimCity 2000 and 3000, and now I’m moving onto 4. Funny enough, SimCity 4 is, well, 4 years old, but still has a pretty large online community that seems pretty friendly. Guess it pays when you don’t play with violent games; everyone seems so helpful all of a sudden. I’ve seen people put together some amazing looking cities, and I’m having fun losing a good amount of my time (before crunch time) playing. Who knows, maybe I’ll eventually do something successful one day, even if it’s just in a video game. I don’t have any desire to start going into urban planning, but who knows? I sure don’t, but it’d be pretty funny to see me help start planning the layout of the city. It’d be a total disaster.

And then we reach crunch week. I don’t have anything fun to say or anything to use against me here, but if you’re reading this (again, probably not, but I’d like to entertain that thought – that may have rhymed without my knowledge), you’re either not busy enough, or you’re done, and with that, I curse your schedule for being much better than mine. And if you’re not taking summer school, you’d better be earning good money, because it’s likely I won’t be.

See you after the dust settles.