I'm tired of school. No amount of weekends and not doing work can hide the fact that I'm tired of school. 8 month terms are infinitely more exhausting than 10 month terms. I'm looking forward to a menial, simple, repetitive office job, because it means that when I go home, I can actually go home, with nothing. No homework, no projects, no deadlines looming over my head. 9-5 will be it. When I leave, I will take nothing with me.

I think a job that follows me around all day would end up driving me crazy. I want a job that I can leave when I leave the building, and that will wait patiently until I arrive the next morning. Sadly, I know that this will probably not happen if I aim to have any sort of interesting or well-paying work.

I am writing to avoid studying for physics.

I did exactly as well as I expected to on the chemistry midterm, which is good. I am pleased with my chemistry marks this semester. They're not great, by any means, but they're perfectly acceptable. I aim for a B by the end of the year.

3 more midterms and I'm free until exams... My exam schedule this time is much nicer. Only 4 exams, the closest are 3 days apart, all the others are a full 7 days apart. That means I have a week each to study for physics and chemistry. This may just save my ass.

I'm running out of things to say. This may be a sign that I should go back to studying for physics.

When does everyone else end exams? My last one is April 26th, at 2pm. My first one is on freaking *Saturday* the 8th. Saturday exams are inherently wrong. Weekends should be sacred times, untouched by work.

Overtime, as well, by extension, is the devil.

March of the Penguins!

Wallace and Gromit!

Squee!

Name all clothing you are wearing, what brand it is, and how much it cost. Don't forget things like bras and underwear and socks! This should be the last outfit you were seen in public with.

purple horizontal stripe turtleneck = smart set = $30
blue curvy-fit jeans = gap = $45
black socks = walmart? = $2
hot pink bra = la senza = $22
pink underwear = la senza = $2
suede boots = transit = $65
suede/faux fur black coat = H&M = $80
glasses = hakim optical = $120

total for last outfit worn in public = $366

Not too bad. I'll be much cheaper in summer, obviously. Sans coat and all. But, then I'll have to include jewelery, frivolous shoes, and pretty dresses. Hmmmm.

Back from Whistler. Am pleased, as I am finally skiing with the skill level (if not the sheer muscle strength) of someone with as much experience in the sport as me. Too many years of complacency when I should have been training led to many many bad habits and no-nos.

Whistler is addictive. Nothing else is good enough, nothing else does it anymore. I want more, I need to go back, just one more day.

I want... no... *need* freestyle skis. Maybe even deserve freestyle skis. Maybe. Who knows?

I'll never be an Olympic aerialist, (if I were as good as an Olympian, I'd be in Italy right now.) but with 10 years to go in my prime of primes I think I can manage a 360 or an iron cross or two. Maybe even master the rails.

In non-sking news...  4 hour What Not to Wear marathons are really really bad. I figure that if I want to dress in every pretty thing I see, I need to either be wildly successful, wildy smart with investments, or marry very very rich. A combination of those would be nice.

But I must now lay me down to sleep and dream of 11 pairs of Louis Vuitton shoes.

I'm not materialistic or high maintenance.

Shhh.

I demand to see D-chan.  Where aaaaaare yooooou?

Sometimes I wonder if all the hair that my suitemate leaves on the shower wall is actually a code in a secret demonic language, saying "I hate you and want you to die, that's why I use your soap and never replace the toilet paper."

But I guess that's just the stress talking.

To be honest, I think she goes to the washroom once a day, to take a shower, and then never again.

Every single time my dad plans a skiing trip, something gets in the way: the weather, exams, classes, projects, whatever. Hopefully Whistler won't be blown up as a result of a terrorist attack on snow sports. Or be engulfed in a devastating avalanche that wipes out the village at the base. Or my plane doesn't crash into the empty vastness of Saskatchewan flatness, never to be seen again.

Trying to do my climatology lab, and these numbers are just not adding up. My brain hurts.

Today I bought a garden salad with low-fat dressing, an Aero bar, and a bag of candy.

I'm pretty sure the cashier thought I was an idiot.

But I only bought the low-fat dressing because it was sweet onion. Mmm.

Salads aren't filling at all. Diets must suck. I'm going to get myself something carb-and-protein-y.

I have little to say now, most of my days are spent sleeping, studying, or crying about not having time to sleep or study. Why did I wish for this? Life was easier in high school. I an not accustomed to work. Though I am so grateful I am not in humanities. Essays are death. Or maybe I'm just saying that because Science is slowly suffocating my soul. Perhaps I will never know.

I've entered a world of being bland and boring, and it is a frightening place to be indeed.

Doing stuff similar to having a life is very stress relieving. Despite having only 4 hours of sleep, I didn't feel crappy in the morning, and got up early enough to wash, goop, and dry my hair.

I need to get out more.

I need to mindlessly jump up and down with people to music more.

Hamilton appears to have adopted the Polish 'close-enough' carding system. Oh, Hamilton.

It also appears that I have finally gotten into the groove of ska dancing. Whee!