ahh, the oft-neglected index.

for some unknown reason, i've found myself in the position of having to index two things at once, my previous indexing experience being precisely nothing. one is a cookbook, which should be pretty straightforward (recipes, subrecipes, ingredients, some techniques -- easy, right?), but the other is our departmental press's anthology for its tenth anniversary celebrations. i've been indexing for two nights straight, and i'm only on page 23. of 381.

i've discovered this since i first started: indexing is hard. deciding what to include, what not to include, how to define subheadings, etc.? non-trivial.

i've always had a great appreciation for good indexes -- and cursed poor ones, of course. i'm growing increasingly apprehensive that the one i'm currently constructing will be one of the latter.

***

my sweetie and i convocated yesterday. heard the president of the university give one of the most hypocritical speeches ever. everything she said, i interpreted ironically, and i was constantly wishing i'd brought a bucket of peanuts to throw at her.

but i've neatly wrapped up that chapter of my life. in addition to donning the ridiculous gown with its ridiculous hood and ridiculous mortarboard, i met up with my old supervisor and finished the training him to use the template i'd made for the redesigned departmental newsletter. now i can invoice him and put that behind me as well.

people say 'congratulations' when i tell them i've convocated, but i don't feel proud of the accomplishment at all. it's a degree i wish i'd never pursued.

books are so much nicer than lasers.

my parents arrive tomorrow morning for a week's stay chez moi. that means that tonight, i'll have to:

1) clean the bathroom hard core
2) clean the kitchen hard core
3) vacuum
4) take out the recycling
5) gather up my clothes, currently randomly strewn about the apartment
6) find something to hang over the photo of a flattened mouse that will horrify my mother -- and not in a good way
7) find a good place to keep the bone carvings of two asians having sex that will horrify my mother -- and not in a good way

tomorrow morning, i should probably get some food or something, too. i have no idea how i'll entertain my parents while they're here.

i am editing a book for the very first time.

it's a springer chemistry book about molecular orbitals and shit. it's an interesting learning experience, going through this massive manuscript. i'm getting paid 3 euros a page, and because the pages are way less dense than the papers i was editing, it's supposedly a net gain for me.

too bad this is the most boring book ever written. ever.

also, all of the authors are japanese, and their english ranges from poor to shit-poor.

i've asked my freelancing supervisor to give me next week off. my parents are going to be in town, i'll have my convocation, and i just don't want to have to come home from work and edit for three hours each night that week. it means the second half of the manuscript's going to be delayed by a week, but i don't think the world will suffer too much if this collection of papers about the DV-X(alpha) method isn't made immediately available.

***

i'd promised to write a thing or two about my internship. it's pretty good so far; i'm doing a lot of filing and photocopying, but it's pretty much what i'd expected. at least i'm still learning stuff. i've been going through the slush pile of unsolicited submissions and have come up with a system to make the process more efficient. i submitted a proposal to my supervisor about the project; if it works out, it may be a substantial part of my internship report.

otherwise, i've been doing a lot of proofreading. my supervisor's given me two proposals to review, both of which i rejected 'cause the writing was just too bad.

i might be indexing a cookbook in a couple of weeks, but this upcoming week, i'm actually covering the front desk for the receptionist. i'm terrified i'll answer the phone "dumbass and mcintyre" or hang up on someone when i transfer their call.

i can't believe i've already been working there for three weeks.

***

finally started my herb garden last week. i have basil, sage and rosemary growing, and my oregano and chive seeds are finally starting to germinate.

yum.

saw sloan last night. i'd never seen them live before...they were fun, but i was actually pretty impressed with the opener, magenta lane, a punky chick band from toronto.

***

allegedly, if you start exercising, at some point, you will find yourself more energized rather than tired. i sure hope that's going to kick in soon. i've been biking to work for the past two weeks and i'm still exhausted.

i've got stuff to write about, but i'm too incoherent at this point -- more later.

welcome back, family guy...welcome back.

gah. no post for too long.

a) my sweetie got his thesis done last friday. finally. the three days leading up to his deadline were brutal for both of us; the first night i stayed up until 3am editing his thesis, then got up at 9 to help him implement changes. the day after, i got up at 6am to do a final round of editing, while he'd stayed up all night writing. when he went to submit his thesis to the faculty of graduate studies at the eleventh hour, he found it especially nerve-wracking, as the two people in front of him were sent away because their theses didn't conform to the rather arbitrary formatting regulations. fortunately, they accepted his thesis, which means that he won't owe the university a few thousand dollars in returned scholarship money and back-tuition, and that he'll be graduating with me.

we went out with S&A that night and had a three-pound crab to celebrate, marking the beginning of a string of fine (expensive) dining.

b) i am babysitting HG's food processor for the summer while she's in montreal. i pledged to use it at least once over the next three months, but haven't really thought about it yet. we went out to dinner and saw some of my publishing friends for one last time on sunday night.

c) monday was my first day of work as an intern -- or, as it turns out, the undersecretary to the administrative assistant -- at douglas & mcintyre. the d&m sales conference is tomorrow (a sunday -- and i'm going for my own *cough* edification), and in preparation, we had to put together these massive sales kits, which meant that i got extremely well-acquainted with the office photocopier. i spent the day doing menial tasks, like putting books in the mail for review, photocopying, cleaning cardboard boxes out of the back room, photocopying, recycling old catalogues to make room for new ones, photocopying...the rest of the week was more of the same, with occasional bouts of covering at the front desk when the receptionist had to go away, sorting reviews, filing stuff...which i don't really mind; doing mindless labour is fine after eight months of school, but i wouldn't want to do this all summer. the higher-ups tell me i'll be given some more interesting stuff to do after this sales conference. we'll see.

what really blows me away, though, was that i was constantly busy while i was at work; i always had something to do. and before i'd arrived, the poor receptionist had to do all of what i did plus go through the slush pile and man the phones and deal with couriers and apply for book awards. whatever they're paying her, it's not enough.

some of the submissions they're getting in the slush pile are pretty amazing: of course, you've got to have the indignant arrogant authors who think (ahem, know) they've created the best book ever written; there is one writer who stapled a ten-dollar bill into his submission of humorous christmas stories (...yeah...), and the little old ladies who write their memoirs of growing up in buttfuck, saskatchewan and expect everyone to be fervently interested in their story. part of my project is to figure out ways the acquisitions process can be made more efficient, and i already have a few ideas...

d) i wrecked a pair of jeans and a skirt riding my bike to work this week.

e) on monday night, i saw dmac for quite possibly the last time, or at least the last time in a long while, anyway. i'd found out a couple of months back that he'd decided to go back home and not return to vancouver for school. ubc wasn't really doing him any good, and it's probably for the best that he's pursuing other interests now, but it saddens me that a good friend is leaving the city.

f) on tuesday night, my sweetie and i went out for dinner to celebrate our three-year anniversary. it was just overpriced pizza and pasta, but a nice dinner nonetheless.

g) on wednesday night, we went out to feenie's for the first time, the (arguably) more affordable bistro next to lumière. my sweetie had the $14 crab ravioli appetizer that helped feenie win on iron chef america, and i had a bite -- it was amazing. incidentally, douglas & mcintyre is putting out a new cookbook by rob feenie; his picture on the cover allegedly took two rounds of photoshopping to fix the man's lazy/wandering eye.

everybody's leaving!

*cry*.

when i didn't feel like doing work earlier today, i googled the names of a bunch of random people i knew, from high school and even elementary school. it always shocks me how quite a few people just don't seem to have any web-presence. i'd think that every name i typed in would turn up at least one major hit.

i went on my googling spree after trying to find the contact information for some old friends, actually. in these few days before i have to start my job at d&m, i'm taking some time to reconnect and catch up with people i'd been neglecting. it's awkward (so...i know we haven't talked in two years, but...) and a surprising amount of work. i'm hoping or expecting to wake up tomorrow morning to an inbox full of new messages, and i'm fully prepared that the gratification i'm hoping to feel from people wanting to get in touch with me probably won't materialize in any meaningful way. at least i'm not talking to these people after years of silence and asking anything of them.

so it's my birthday today.

i'm not doing too much; i just invited S&A over for gyoza and fried rice. since last weekend, i've developed a tenacious addiction to the frozen gyoza from capers. i suppose it's not that expensive a habit, since i have to eat anyway, but those mid-evening cravings for vegetarian dumplings can be distracting.

i was asked whether i'd be going to the ubyssey party at wreck beach tonight. i'd thought about it before i made my plans, but i didn't really want to spend my birthday with a bunch of volunteers i don't know. i only found out later, though, that A is bringing a friend who's staying with her, which means that i still have to clean my house, which i thought i could avoid.

this past week has been a bit bizarre; it's felt like i've been working non-stop while i've somehow also managed to do a bunch of leisure activities.

monday, we had to head to school for a seminar on how to write a good internship report. our prof kept talking about how the internship process has been relatively free of problems, with the exception of one firm, and everyone knows that one firm is the one i'm heading to. it was at once sort of funny and disconcerting. i headed straight home that day while the others went out for drinks, i think. i still had my last paper to finish up, and i did a rather shoddy job of it. i am so beyond caring about it, though. the instructor's marking seems completely arbitrary, anyway; it doesn't seem to matter how much effort i put into his papers.

i had my one-on-one self-evaluation with JM on tuesday. afterwards, SD, WF and i headed out for noodles, where we basically gossiped about people in our class for two hours. when i got home, i worked on putting together the contract for the newsletter redesign that i've somehow shafted myself into doing. i've got to learn to say no, although i haven't heard from the old boss since tuesday, so it may be a non-issue.

on wednesday, we had a group photo taken at school, and our yearbook was ready. it was just a side project a few of the students took on for fun, and it's absolutely amazing and rather hilarious. when i got home, i started putting together my year-end report for the production post at the physics journal. i think this is the last big transition report i'll ever have to write. i wrote all day and still wasn't done by 2am, but in one day, i'd already accumulated more words than the history paper that took me three solid days to complete.

thursday, SP, HG, my sweetie and i went to bowen island for a short hike around the lake. it was more of a walk than a hike, but it was really all my decrepit body could handle. we got there at about 10:30 and left the little island of 3500 at 3. i had plans to do work when i got home, but ended up napping and sitting around catatonic for the rest of the evening.

yesterday was pretty cool but sort of bittersweet; i met with AW to talk about the future of MOMENTUM, and pretty much secured the contract to compile their style guide and writer's guidelines, which i'll be starting in a couple of weeks, i think. after my meeting with her, i headed down to an herbal bliss to get some rooibos for my uncle. starting the 16th, the lady told me, everything in the store was going on sale for up to 75% off. it was closing at the end of the month. it was surprising and sad news, but SD and i have pledged to go on a tea-buying binge early next week. i'll also ask the mother-in-law if there's anything i can get her.

i headed over to the greenhouse by my place to pick up a plant for LC; she had originally intended for her party last night to be a garden party where everyone was required to bring a plant of some sort for her yard, which had been dug up when the flood restoration people had to fix her home's drainage problem. i eventually decided on a heather bun evergreen, but as i was picking it out, it kept running through my mind that LC's boyfriend is a landscape artist. i had visions of him taking the plant and saying, 'oh. one of these.'

the party was great; we all got our yearbooks signed high-school style. it was also kind of sad when we left, though. i know i won't see some of these characters again. for a while, anyway.

lords of dogtown?!

allow me to be the first to say: bluuuurrrggggh!

the movie looks disgusting. and it doesn't even look like they wrote peggy oki into the script. what, the asian chick doesn't get a part in your precious knock-off of a movie?!

vomit!

i don't generally use so many interrobangs, but i think this heinous travesty really warrants them.

i've been negligent in my updating, and it certainly isn't due to a lack of material. okay, here goes:

1) i was working late at school two mondays ago, as is often the case on mondays, and my sweetie came over to school so that we could have dinner together. he had with him a coupon for a restaurant on the waterfront, aqua riva. the coupon seemed to read that, with the purchase of one entrée, a second entrée under $20 would be free.

i raised the concern that, in my cons, black jeans and t-shirt, i wasn't exactly dressed well enough for fine dining. he replied, 'do you think i'm dressed well enough?' as he pulled on his torn jeans and loud top. for some reason, that was enough to convince me to go.

we headed into the fancy restaurant, where the bread is served in these specially made conical metal sculptures, and already i became self-conscious about us being utter riffraff. we were shown to our table, where i looked at the menu to find that only one entrée was priced under $20.

to alleviate the confusion, but also to out us as riffraff, jeff asked the waitress about our coupon. she patiently explained that up to $20 would be taken off the price of the entrée, and brought us some bread in a fancy conical metal basket.

we ordered, and as we waited for our meal, we were trying to have a normal conversation while being starkly aware that we sorely stood out from the rest of the restaurant patrons. at one point, my sweetie was telling me about how he had to take out the garbage because it was "stinky. highly stinky," and just as he uttered those words, our waitress came from behind him to refill our water. i buried my head in my hands, desperately trying to stifle my laughing. the waitress seemed bemused as she walked away.

after we finished our meal, the waitress brought the dessert menus; i wasn't planning on having dessert, since the meal was going to be expensive enough, and the desserts were all about $8 each, but she sort of shamed or bullied us into it. my sweetie decided that he'd go for the cheesecake, and when the waitress came back, she said, "i recommend the tiramisu, the crême brûlée or the berry crumble."

"oh," said my sweetie. "and i'd already settled on the cheesecake."

"i wouldn't recommend the cheesecake. in fact, the cheesecake and the pecan pie are my least favourite choices."

"um, i guess i'll take your second choice, then."

"the crême brûlée? sure."

she smiled and walked away, and i started laughing at our continued riffraffery. "they should just put a sign on our table that says 'riffraff,'" i said, just as, of course, the waitress came from behind me this time, to refill our water. my sweetie sort of lost it and started laughing fairly hard at that point.

we paid for our meal, left the waitress a substantial tip, and eventually bussed home after i concluded upon returning to school that i wasn't conscious enough to do any more work on our tech project.

2) we went to victoria on thursday for a field trip to see trafford publishing (a print-on-demand/vanity publishing company) and abebooks, both of which are making bucketloads of money in an industry that, as we keep being told in management class, is continually losing cash. i went on wednesday night and stayed with HG, whose father and stepmother have a lovely bed-and-breakfast-type home in metchosin, a half and hour's drive from victoria. our history instructor booked a conference room at the quality inn for our thursday lecture. afterwards, a few of us stayed behind, walked around victoria and had dinner together. it was loads of fun, especially since there were several among us who were getting to that delirious stage of exhaustion where everything is funny. it was also kind of bittersweet, 'cause we knew that we'd all be parting ways in a couple of weeks.

3) i am so grateful that christians think jesus died and came back to life; the four-day easter weekend was something i really needed, not that i did much beyond work on my history paper. the thing's a piece of shit, but i don't want to think about it or work on it any further.

4) we more or less finished our tech project document yesterday. i'm pretty happy with it; it's quite comprehensive and its 70-page length really drives home how much work we did on it. now, we just have to plan our presentation. we have a few things in the works. in anticipation that our project would be pretty much impossible to execute, we called ourselves 'sisyphus solutions,' so at our presentation, we're going to start off by pushing a giant papier-mâché boulder up the stairs of the auditorium to the the of rocky. when we get to the top, we're going to hoist the boulder up above our heads.

we also have plans to dress like techies: black jeans hiked up to our nipples, black t-shirts tucked into our pants, socks with sandals and tape on our glasses. it'll be totally hot.

5) so begins the week from hell. two exams, one paper, one big presentation. oy. i haven't even picked a topic for my last tech paper. i'm sort of discouraged by the fact that i didn't do particularly well on my last one. but, when it's all over, we all get to head over to our prof's house in coquitlam and get sloshed on his vineyard's bad wine! i can't wait!

6) i was planning on taking the two weeks off i have in april off -- that is, no work on anything. much walking outside and vegetating. unfortunately, that doesn't appear to be possible. i have a backlog on editing i have to catch up on, a bunch of physics journal stuff i need to take care of, and just a couple of days ago, i heard from my old thesis supervisor completely out of the blue. he wants me to help design an easy newsletter template for the physics department.

if i'm to make any money in freelancing, i have to stop feeling guilty about charging people for work that i do. i don't know why i have that problem.

strange days. i'm in a rather bizarre mood right now, feeling as i'd imagine a person with ADHD on valium might feel. i'm feeling a bit sour and kind of stressed out, but my body is inexplicably relaxed. i'm so overwhelmed with work i can't bring myself to do anything. i'm more or less in a state where i realize that i'm going to be hit with a load of work in three weeks and that i'm going to wig out, but i can't do anything about it right now.

helpless...

listless...

but i shouldn't be. i have a 20-page history paper that i have essentially yet to start, but i keep deleting what i write. if i get that out of the way, things won't be so bad. why can't i write it?

why do i feel so lethargic?

***

thursday, in our history course, a book restorer came to talk to us and show us her work. i never realized how economics-driven the book restoration business was; they do to the book what the client asks, even if it may not do anything to preserve the book. it was more about raising the resale value of an old book rather than preserving the content of it. i appreciated what she did quite a bit, and her work is quite extraordinary; but it disappointed me somewhat to have my naïve notions of book restorers as being the conservationists of human knowledge unceremoniously dashed.

friday, we trekked up to special collections on the main campus; i've heard that sfu can be quite beautiful when it's sunny out, but it was grey and misty and altogether depressing, especially in the campus's dystopic concrete landscape. as i was making my way on my 45-minute bus trip after having woken up an hour earlier than usual, i thought, 'if i decided to do a phd in communications, i'll have to make this commute every fucking day. i'm not sure i can make that commitment.

this week, we head out to victoria for a field trip. should be fun, and could be exhausting. we're to visit trafford's print-on-demand facility, as well as the abebooks offices.

presentation tomorrow, midterm wednesday, should be concurrently writing my history paper, two weeks behind on my editing...

why can't i get a move on it?

fucking jetsgo!

roar!

this is what i get for being on the ball and booking tix for my parents three months in advance.

bugger.

i might be able to get my money back, but it's a long convoluted process of faxing the credit card company and have them file a complaint on my behalf. it may take until mid-july for me to get my money back.

well, at least i'm better than those poor stranded fuckers out there.

and now i have to book with westjet, which has probably jacked up its prices in response to this whole jetsgo fiasco.

yay! i have an internship!

this summer, i will be working for douglas & mcintyre publishing group and studying how they can streamline their acquisitions process. i'll even be paid! modestly, but it's better than what i'm getting now.

i'm excited. i've got all of these grand plans to bike to work, but we'll see what happens come the end of april.

it's such a relief to have this settled; i felt like i was one of the only people left who didn't have an internship.

in other news, i experimented with my new oil fondue set yesterday to see (a) how long it would take to get the oil hot enough to fry things if i relied on just the flame, and (b) how successful i could be at making vegetable tempura using the fondue set. this is all part of my presentation plan for my history course, but i'm not sure it's going to work out. i think i've decided to make hush puppies rather than veggie tempura (just couldn't get the batter right), but that excludes those non-dairy folk in my class from being able to partake. how is this relevant to the history of ink, you may ask? well, it really is only peripherally so, but at least it makes class interesting. see, old-timey printers used to go beyond the city walls once or twice a year to boil linseed oil and make their own ink. for the germans, it was pretty much the equivalent of their wayzgoose, a day when everyone in the printing house got together for 'merrymaking' (two of the books i read used that very term) and a meal: they'd fry food in the boiling oil and eat it.

tonight, i try my hand at making berry-juice ink and prepare my presentation.

basic pez etiquette:

if someone offers you a pez, check to see if the dispenser's been pulled back, revealing the candy. if it has, you are obliged to take the candy. do so graciously, even if it's one of the gross yellow ones or if you just plain don't like pez candies. if the latter's the case, you say, 'just one, thanks.' if the dispenser hasn't yet been pulled back, and you don't want a pez candy, it's safe to refuse. just don't make the pez offerer have to push the candy back into the dispenser. that's just rude. the best response is, 'why, i'd love a pez.' i mean, seriously. unless you're actually diabetic, a single pez candy isn't gonna kill you.

what a bizarre week.

my sweetie got acute food poisoning on monday night. rancid shrimp in a salad roll, he speculates. he called from work at about midnight that night explaining that he was spewing from both ends and asked if i could go get him some ginger ale while he gingerly made his way home.

on my way out to the gas station -- the only place around that might be open at that hour -- and as i was walking down the sidewalk, i see a skunk dart out from the bushes and come barreling straight for me. i skirted around me at the very last possible moment; i think it might have been about 40 cm away or less. i don't think i've ever been quite so close to a skunk before.

just what i need, i thought, to be sprayed on my way out to get ginger ale for the ailing husband.

anyway, monday night was sleepless; certainly, it was much worse for my sweetie than it was for me, but horrible sounds of vomiting every twenty minutes made for a sleepy nori on tuesday.

i had tuesday off, actually -- our tech project wasn't to start until wednesday, when i had to give my presentation on content management systems. i joked that it was just like a reading break, only a fifth as long. i spent most of it nursing my sweetie back to health, which was interrupted by a meeting with BCAMP, in which i was pretty much told that there was no place for me there and that i really should consider other internship options.

well, poo.

i tried working on my CMS presentation, which ended up quite the piece of garbage, especially when compared to LC's awesome presentation on wikis. however, i did manage to get an entire research article laid out and sent out for proof.

wednesday, i finally got to find out whom i'd be working with in tech. turns out i'm shafted with the smelly guy again -- who was utterly ineffectual in our last project and was, as you may deduce, smelly -- but the rest of my group seems pretty solid. our goal is to find a way to automate the process of catalogue production by flowing ONIX-compatible XML data into a commonly used layout program like quark or indesign. last year's group got pretty far with the project but couldn't quite make a fully functional package. i got stuck being project manager, which is fine, i guess, but i'm just afraid that i'm not really going to end up giving it my all because i feel so burnt out.

this week, i also decided on my history paper topic: the history of ink. i'm not entirely sure what angle i'll be taking on it -- and i have about six books that i asked my sweetie to get me from the ubc library to read yet, but i ran the topic by my instructor, and she was entirely too enthusiastic about it. unfortunately, on thursday, i found out that smelly guy apparently wanted to take on that topic as well, and wanted to coordinate presentations on the same day.

so unimpressed i was. i don't want to have to coordinate anything with him.

anyway, the week ended fairly well, with a few of us heading out to drink on friday night and plan a kitshy 'yearbook' for our class, complete with an elementary-school-type class photo with our prof standing by us and one of those white-lettering-on-black signs reading 'mpub class of 2005,' individual photos with incoherent call-outs to our peeps, favourite quotes and inside jokes, an autograph page, and tally of our upcoming 'most likely to...' survey.

tonight is oscar night. in keeping with three years of tradition, at least one of S&A is coming over for dinner and to watch the program; however, none of us have really seen any of the nominated movies, so the whole affair is really just an excuse for me to take sunday night off. i guess i kind of need it. within the next week, i have a tech paper due and i have to get started on this history presentation worth a rather substantial chunk of my mark.

~sigh~. okay, here i go.

i have a laundry room!

huzzah!

magazine project over!

we had our presentations yesterday, and all three groups did pretty awesome. fuck, am i ever glad that's over.

my designs got the least criticism -- surprising, considering i was really the only art director of the three groups that wasn't a 'designer.' one of the panel members said that our magazine proposals were 'among the best he had ever seen,' which i thought was lip service, but apparently last year, the groups put out dave, a magazine for the regular and not terribly good-looking 'dave' who just liked to drink beer and hang out with his friends; boys only, a magazine for the 'reluctant reader' in the 9 to 12 male demographic; and goal, a magazine for parents of children who played sports -- essentially for soccer moms.

yeah.

so our magazines don't seem like that much of a stretch. they could actually be real titles.

after the presentation, we hung out and had brie in the lounge. KS and i played guitar and people drank a lot of free liquor. a bunch of us went out, intending on going to subeez, but it was packed. we ended up at honey, a pub i'd never been to before, but it was great: booths with large plush velvet cushions, music from the 60s, a wall onto which they projected some russ meyer-esque film with russian subtitles...food was consumed, drinks were imbibed and dancing was done.

good times.

i'm tempted to take a pause, but i have some severe catching up to do...a mountain of editing work, physics journal crap, my technology presentation i have to give this wednesday, my technology paper, my history paper...

and although i did the laundry last weekend, it's been sitting in a massive (but clean) heap on my bedroom floor, remaining unfolded and getting permanently wrinkled.

oh yeah: my internship plans with MOMENTUM fell through last night. i don't really know what i'm doing this summer.

excellent, as they say.

where others hyperventilate, i appear to clench my jaw retardedly hard. at this point,i think my molars are going to fall out; i am *so* stressed out. there is so much shit to do and not enough time/energy/brain cells to do it. K&T called today and said surprise! they're in vancouver for the weekend! let's hang out!

aaugh! worst timing ever!

i'd invite them over for tea but the apartment is currently a filth-encrusted hovel, the laundry room still isn't done, there is refuse all over the bottom floor of my place, i have a big presentation that i have to design all snazzy this upcoming week (what the fuck made me think i could be art director of a magazine, anyway!?), there's a completely unintelligible article i was supposed to edit three weeks ago, both my prof and MOMENTUM are putting pressure on me to do my internship with them, i have a management assignment to do and i'm running on an average of five hours of sleep per night this week.

*whimper*

why won't sfu give me a week off?

why!?

instead of prosecuting michael jackson for child molestation, we should prosecute janet jackson for giving the FCC the reason it was looking for to send freedom of speech back to the mccarthy era.

discuss.