Davy-san!

Davy did a very silly thing last week. Basically, it was silly because he did it for me. ^_^

I was admiring his lovely photos of Seattle that he occasionally sends the links of, and I told him nonchalantly that I was hoping to get a digital camera one day. It would be nice, since my last cheap-assed film camera just decided to stop taking pictures where I'm aiming at, due to possible repeated dropping of said camera a thousand times over many years. Anyway, Davy takes really great photos, and he apparently has a new digital camera which he adores very much.

I had always wanted one since I got my hands on that camera in the CEMIS center within QHS back in 1996. It was this huge black and white digital camera, worth a thousand dollars, and could only take weird dinky things that would eventually upload and print with a resolution of 50 dpi if you were lucky. I still have this classic picture of B hiding in her hoodie with two thumbs up, showing only her nose. She didn't like it very much as she was decidedly against having any pictures taken of her back then to be printed, but I learned to be a paparazzi type and I would have done it again if I could. (How terrible, I know.)

I then lamented to Davy over the net that I don't have the means to buy one at this time, and he informed me that I could obtain one for less than a hundred, at Future Shop. I also lack a credit card, I told him.

Anyway, next thing I knew, Davy asked me what my mailing address was. I told him it was not necessary even though I was flattered and flabbergasted.

So this morning I got a UPS delivery with two boxes, one my new 1 Mpx camera and one a CD inside a DVD container. I was having fun all day... :)

Now, if only I can find a place to upload the photos for free... :):):)

Thank you Davy, from the bottom of my heart! *Hugs and kisses!*

In Other News

I went to Toronto for the Thanksgiving weekend, with my family. We were visiting my mother's godmother for her 80th birthday, and we had fun at the banquet. :) I'm sure I could go on about the weekend, but I'm really tired right now. I'll write about it later.

In the meantime, I want to upload those photos...

Puni Puni Poemi!

Yeah, I also watched Puni Puni Poemi, after having watched the entire series Excel Saga. It's so effing funny. Jorgh, you should watch it too - it's full of fan service. :)

Ultimate Skank-O-Rama!!!

You can tell... there's this girl who's walking around McGill while it's raining hard and it's cold this week, with flip flops and a tank top. Who the @#$% wears flip flops in the rain? Unless you're a girl who lives in the women's residence across the street of Burnside, for insane amounts of money a month, and all they do is hide guys in their dorms doing who knows what...

Speaking of skanks, there was this really awful one at Snowdon while I was transferring metro stations to go to UdeM. (Or "you-damn.") Anyway, this girl was definitely skank material... her skin-tight pants were falling down below her

SKANKY-ASSED PINK G-STRING

. And a skank belt. I don't know why these people wear belts, when they're clearly hanging even further below their underwear. And don't say that I was staring at her because I was being envious, because I wasn't. On the contrary, I wanted to avert my eyes but it's hard to do that when you're walking down the stairs right behind this skank.

Sarah...? :(

Wednesday, I spent all day doing my physics homework, and writing MATLAB code by hand (for Numberical... that's another story), as I didn't have MATLAB. Then Thursday, I spent a good while working on my code on my computer (which then mysteriously got MATLAB somehow) from 7 pm to 3 am Friday... completely frustrated over my stupid code not working. I was ready to punch out someone, until I felt asleep and woke up the next day to go to class at you-damn. Then I worked from 3:30pm to 7 pm just trying to fix my code, which in the end didn't work. Since I had no time to fix it, I submitted the entire homework. Nigam said that if the code doesn't run at all, then the question gets a zero automatically. I can't believe I spent 5 hours working on that stupid thing and I didn't get any marks for it. :(

So understandably, on Friday I was rather pissed off at a lot of crap, but no one in particular except myself. I was looking forward to seeing Sarah-chan for her birthday that day. It was reported to me that she would be at the bus station at 9:30 pm, to head to Moovenpick at 10:00 pm for a 2 for 1 crêpes special. Except Felix was having a party at 9:00 p.m. that night at Foufounes.

Cheryl, Derrick, and Amanda were planning to go to Felix's bash by Cheryl's (father's "ghetto") car for 9, so I went with them for a drive down to Berri, hoping to have enough time to see Felix-chan and then get to the bus station.

Of course, parking is a nightmare downtown Montreal, so it took twenty minutes to find a space. By then, it was a bit too late to go see Felix, so I bade them goodbye and headed for the metro (St-Laurent). I should have just walked, because it took another 15 minutes to go one stinking stop because the metro was a bitch.

At 9:35, I got to the bus stop but there was nobody around. I figured maybe they left to go to Moo, so I took another metro at 9:40 by orange line (which was stupid because I should have taken the green one). Another several dozen minutes later, I get to Moo and see everyone there...

Except Sarah-chan, who changed her plans at the last minute. Of course, I didn't get any messages because I hadn't been home for the whole day.

Everyone was ticked, but we decided to hang out at Moo anyway. Even poor Jesse-kun. :p We did have fun, even having conversations initiated by Kathy about the "male strip club." That was hilarious. :)

I got home at about 1 am, pretty tired and weirded out. Roomie then told me what happened while I was gone, as she was totally freaking about how everyone left messages saying they didn't know where whoever was... and then she didn't know where anyone was, and then got even more confused.

It was a big mess. Anyway, I got an email from Jorgh telling me to call him in Chicout even if it was 3 am. So I called at 3 am, pissing off his parents. It was his fault, tho.

I slept until noon. It's so nice to sleep until noon.

The Ultimate Venting Machine!

Yes sir, ma'am, this is the ultimate in self-congratulating, self-expression, self-exploration, and self-pleasing device, called Blogger. Get one for yourself, your friends, your brother, your sister, your mother and father, your uncles and aunts and cousins galore, and yes 'em, even your gammers and gaffers. It makes online forums look like a crude soliloquizing soliticizing mesmerizing desensitizing method of communication between you 'n your family and friends. It's fast and easy as it is to say "Look 'em, ma, no brains!"

Anyway, I wanted to mention that sometimes communicating with other people makes life look so taxing that you don't want to associate yourself with human beings ever again. My Numerical Analysis group is somewhere in limbo. I have four other random people in this group I was supposed to be working with since last week, but for some reason there was only one other person in the group who even attempted to contact anyone else in the group, through the miraculous instant communication method called WebCT.

Now, if anyone else out there knows about WebCT, you will know that it is a crappy form of communication. In fact, I think I would rather use the most spammarific email address I have (my Excite mail address) to email my group with than use WebCT. But alas, there is no way to email them from this program, or even through this class, unless they directly gave me their email addresses through WebCT. For you see, for some reason the remaining group members who haven't attempted any contact through WebCT is still in limbo and I don't even know if they even exist or if my professor is playing a cruel, cruel joke on us. Silly Nigam. ^_^

So for now, I have contact with three of these people. On the other hand, I don't even know what they look like or if they have a head attached or not. Hopefully they do.

And I haven't finished my first physics homework. But it's on its way tomorrow.

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I would like very much to continue with the Tuesday tradition with Ivo-san and Jesse-kun if they don't mind. It's a great practice for me to actually play the violin again, especially with my esteemed friends. I really missed playing violin, but I missed especially the playing with others, and all the silliness that happens during crazy practice sessions. Especially because being mathematicians, we can't count nor keep pace with each other.

Maybe by the end of the semester, we'll be able to perform for the others from SUMS and it'll become a mini-concert! :):):) I'll have to propose this to SUMS and maybe even enter us into SUS variety/talent show...!!!

Oh boy, this thought just occured to me. Oh boyohboyohboyohboyohboyohboyohboy...........

*Squirming in chair, happy*

More About School Stuff...

And now I have to mention the usual. The froshees.

Now, there's nothing wrong with being a froshee. I was one myself, if you can believe it. Really. (Hey, I haven't been in school that long. Look at Jorgh!) There's nothing wrong with being so heartbreakingly new to a city and a school with no one to really turn to at times that you pain everyone around you who's a veteran to your type.

It's just that there's so many of them that do so many things that piss you off! "You" as in "me."

First off, I've never been in a real "bird course" yet at McGill until this year. Sure, there's education courses, but those don't really count since they're actual required courses. I mean, you could submit a pile of dung and it'd be given an A. Or an A-, depending on how well you argue your way to making people think that it symbolizes a student's strife. Really.

So at these bird courses, there lies the few-hundred froshees. And they all tend to show that they're froshes. Let me categorize in broad, general demeaning but TRUE statements:

1. The slut froshees: Females who wear tube tops, floppies, and not much else to class (especially in the winter), and put on tons of make-up and make their hair into little coiffes that look like they sprayed entire cans of laquer on their heads. Males who wear lots of cologne, brand-name shirts, pants, socks, underwear, tattoos. Like to talk a lot. Even when the professor tells you to shut up.


2. The keener froshees: Like to pretend they're still in high school and communicate with the professor in flowery language, ask unnecessary questions, quote from course packs that everyone buys but no one is supposed to read, present uninteresting assignments in expensive bindings and folders, like to talk a lot. Especially when the professor tells you to shut up.


3. The bastard froshees: Come to class one day out of a month (if they bother)... when they actually do attend, they sleep through it, eat loudly, talk loudly, ask bonehead questions, never write notes, and/or disturb other students in the class. Likes to be told to shut up, it seems.


4. The sweet-but-so-very-confused froshees: Basically so confused because they took all the wrong classes at the same time. Like six core courses or something. And really, really don't like to admit they made mistakes until it's too late. The professors don't even know they exist so they can't be told to shut up.

Seriously, how many of you feel like maiming some of these people sometimes? (Or all the time, in some cases?) I mean, you could probably see yourselves in the fourth category (I know I did), but I'm sure I pissed off a lot of people when I was a froshee. I'd have took me aside, pinned me up to the lockers, and give myself a wedgie for being such a damn piss-off. I mean, seriously, if I hear any person whine like that and never do anything about it but whine, then I'd definitely give them a stern talking-to. And a wedgie.

This is why they invented buddy programs. To prevent the seniors from killing too many froshees.

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Speaking of nerds... ah, no, that'd be too mean. Let's just say it has to do with SUMS and newbies.

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The U of M course is such a different experience. I haven't spoken to anyone yet other than the professor. When Jorgh and I went to U of M on the first day of class, we found his office but the door was closed. It was then that Jorghnassen noticed the sticker on the door I completely missed.

At that moment, I had a little fear (aptly named Jacques) that the fact a McGill (a Liberal-anglo-federalist supporting school) student would be taking his class would affect the way he may behave towards me.

Nevertheless, the professor is a fair and polite person, despite his slight attitude towards me and my ineptitude in French. Well, at least he won't be marking me off for having bad French. How lovely. :)

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Heh. I was looking for an image to link to that "sticker" above, and I don't know if you want to know what I found on the Google Image Search (GIS) under the word, "oui"...

More of School

History of Japan is actually Introduction to Japan Culture. Meaning that all we do is watch japanese movies (we just finished Princess Mononoke) and read articles about how weird the japanese are compared to western culture. And read mangas. :)

The Numerical Analysis class is actually pretty hard-assed. The professor already assigned the first problem set for TODAY AT 5:00 P.M.!!! Well, it was assigned a week ago. But still... All I need now is some sort of program to convert text files to pdf... or something that will create pdf files on Win2K. And Matlab or Maple. For free. But that ain't going to happen. *sigh*

Art of Listening consists of sitting and listening to classical music with a bunch of idiots who can't sit quiet long enough through the class to keep me from getting pissed off. It's a very large effort to get me pissed off if you're being noisy. So it's pretty noisy.

World of Chemistry is taught by three professors, in fact. My peer has actually told me that the multiple choice exams are in fact tricky, despite what the professors claim. So I may need to establish some ranting protocols for myself this semester. (Otherwise I won't be able to graduate in many cases!)

And finally... U of Montreal. I guess it's pretty much as I feared. I don't understand squat in the class, content-wise and vocabulary-wise in either language, the professor is one of those microscopic-scrunchy-writers-type, and I have an assignment due next week... requiring me to write longer sentences in French than I can probably manage without messing up. *Snif.* Jorgh, help me!!!

Why isn't the Architecture Café open anyway? And why the hell is the Bistro so damn expensive now??? And why don't they make cheaper food around campus? Is everyone a millionaire/millionaire's kid around here??? WTF HAPPENED TO MY MONEY??????

In other news, Datoo has resigned from presidency of SSMU. Everyone's pissed off because there won't be a by-election, according to the usurpers- oh sorry, I mean the rest of the executive and the acting president, nearly-acclaimed VP University Affairs. If I had been more of an activist, I'd be running around with those placards and stuff, but it's not much of a big deal anyway. What, will the acting president get both salaries then? Then maybe... No, but seriously, I think that there's too much going on behind the scenes to make anyone feel secure about the executive this year, as is. So whatchu gonna do?

Holy crap, I'm so dizzy and tired right now. Why did Jorgh tell me to wake up at 7??? I don't need to finish the Numerical Analysis assignment due on Friday this early in the morning!