Blag

People read my blog?!

Looool

I’d continue to update it, but I feel as though my life is too uneventful to keep it going.
I could try complaining.

My boss is stupid. I wanted hours forever. I was like, ‘Gimme hours’, and she was like, ‘there are none, lol.’ So last time I worked, she didn’t know that I was available Thursday and Saturday, even though I had told her that I was. So she asked if I wanted to work more, but it was a little late in the semester to start working, especially considering how I’ve got a billion things due and no time to do them. How does she respond to that? She FINALLY gives me hours when at last I don’t want them. So now I work next Thursday, the day before my big physics paper and an algorithms assignment is due. Srsly lame. I suspect that she doesn’t like me and she’s trying to make me quit.
So I stay to spite her.

Like everyone at University, I have a pretty hectic schedule for the next three weeks. I’ve got a project due Monday which I couldn’t start because I couldn’t get the database working at home, two algorithm assignments which honestly take more than 8 hours to complete each, and a 12 page theoretical physics paper on the Big Bang which is not as simple as I though it was going to be, plus Math and Stats homework. Stress feels bad. It’s like my heart is sad.

OMG BLOG

OMG BLOG.

I know right?

BLOOOOOOOOG.

Update

I was wrote a big long post complaining about school and life, but then I read it over and realized that it was far to negative. I don’t want to come off as negative. School is hard, but so what. It’s time to get over it and just tough it out.

I want a puppy. Maybe a schnauzer. I guess it doesn’t matter what kind, they’re all good. Not a big one, though. Not enough room in the apartment. Also, you can’t pick up a big dog like you can a smaller one.
I wish we didn’t have so many cats. Mikaia isn’t really ours, so it’ll be nice when she finally leaves. But me and my mom have come to the conclusion that we must keep Maiev because she balances out Maggie May. Whenever we have really good awesome cats (Newman, Neko-chan, Seth, etc) they always seem to get some sort of rare cause of death. So, we figured that because Maggie May is so awesome, we have to have some level of super annoyance to balance her out. That’s the only way the universe will let us keep her. Thankfully we’ve got Maiev.
2:00AM. “Mraaaaaoow.” …*shut up*… “MRRAAAAAOOOW” …*actually says shut up this time* “MROW?” She notices that I’m awake and walks into my room, making her trade mark clacking noise on the hardwood floor because she doesn’t know how to retract her claws. She jumps onto the bed, and just stares at me. Then, she reaches her paw out and taps my face lightly, with her stupid claws. Claw catches skin, skin tells brain it hurts, Tyler jumps up in pain, cat goes running in fear. She thinks that I don’t like her, and she begins her lamenting. “Maaa-maaaaRRROOOOAOAOAAAAW.”
>:|

Omnicious

Ok, so after I told Emily from work that if I had a super power mine would be Mind Reading, and that the reason for that would be to improve myself in the eyes of other, we both came to the conclusion that I have some serious “what other people think about me is important” problem. So I’m going to try and not let my crazy OCD personality get in my way anymore. As a result, I have changed what I would want as a super power. I want Super Legs.

That’s right, Super Legs.

I mean, legs that I could jump hundreds of meters into the air, and land perfectly. Oh, they could be robotic, so I could keep some delicious PC Cola inside them. And missiles. I could shoot missiles out of my knees. Also, in a matter of a few dozen jumps, I would be able to get from here to Vancouver in 5 minutes. That would be awesome. Oh, and I would be able to kick in skulls, so I could be a super hero. Or villain.
Maybe a super villain. But I don’t think I could take over the world with just Super Legs. And what would I call myself? Super Legs? That’s really dumb. “Hey everyone, here comes Super Legs!” There’s more to me than just my legs, people!

Anyways. So, I’m at Dad’s for the week. I’ve got Dawn’s Digital Devil Saga 1 here, but did something that I feel bad about to the case… I’m sorry Dawn, but in my haste to get into the packaging, I kinda cut the plastic over the case. I feel really bad and horrible. The case is fine… but the plastic! I looked around desperately for a different Playstation case that I could fiendishly exchange the case with, but alas, apparently there are none in the house. This house is 100% devoid of Playstation. Hmm.

(Sorry Dawn)

I took this week off to spend time with my aunt Jacquie who was up ’til Thursday, and to hang with mah father. Urk! That reminds me!
So, at dinner, I say, exactly, “Dad, could you pass the beans?” That’s how I ask for something. I think that’s polite enough. What does Judy say? Wait… well… What does Judy mumble quietly under her breath? “Please.” Seriously? Please? You want me to say please? I said “could”. Isn’t that enough? I always say thank you. I always say sorry. But I never say please. I mean, we’ll be at a restaurant, and after I order, she’s say “please” for me. It’s really embarrassing. I don’t want to say please. And I’m 19. And you’re not my mom.
This is why I don’t say please… (Yes, this, like everything else on the planet, I have given plenty of thought to) When asking someone to do something for you, they person who is doing the something for you can either do it or not do it. If the person does it, I say thank you, and the world keeps turning and I am polite. If, for some reason, they can’t, than I would have said “please” for nothing. If they can’t do it, saying please won’t make them any more able to do it.
But for some reason, Judy doesn’t really get that, or care when I try to explain it to her. We were at breakfast the other day and were talking about this. She said that she thinks that I don’t say please to be rude. (Come on, everyone, I am not rude. I am polite. Come on.) So my retort was that I think that not being punctual is rude. (Judy is never on time. I mean that literally. Like, to anything, she’s always AT LEAST 15 minutes late. Like, Gordo and I have actually been able to get around this. She says she’s going into town at 2PM and can give us a ride, I tell my mom I’m leaving at 3:30PM. Works every time. Literally.)
Ugh, what ever. I guess me not liking Judy isn’t a HUGE problem in my life. She is pretty much the main reason for me not visiting my father very often.

In closing, sorry Dawn!

:S

My blog makes me depressed every time I visit is, so instead, I will had a hilarious picture that I made. Feel free to enjoy it.

LOL

I should blog more often.

Good day!

My normally humdrum life was very eventful today.

First, Mom, Jake, Erin and I walked to get some breakfast and stumbled upon the Fatcat Festival Parade. That was kinda nifty. We ate breakfast at that Bohemian Cafe. Very good stuff. Really good.
After that, Jake and I met up with Kyle, a friend from work, and we all played Halo for many hours. Good stuff. Then, to top it all off, went to see Cirque du Soleil!! We got awesome super good free parking too because Erin knew the parking lady. Anyways, Cirque du Soleil is awesome. Yeah, that’s not doing it justice, but whatever.
Also, when I got home, Mom was all really sad. She had accidentally washed my iPod in the laundry machine. I couldn’t stop her from feeling bad because I’ve wanted a new iPod for several months. I didn’t buy one because I already had a perfectly fine working one. And now I don’t. :3

All in all, it was a good day.

Super Villain

If I had super powers, I don’t think that I would be a Super Hero. I’m pretty sure that I would be a Super Villain. Not that I want people to die, but that I think that I would make a good world ruler. I mean, most people don’t want one supreme totalitarian ruler, so they would probably vilify me. Then there would be that pesky good guy who would want to stop me, and I would have to deal with him.
When people ask what super power they would have, I always choose mind reading. That would make me a pretty neat Super Villain, IMO.

I wish I had super powers, but I guess that it’s probably best that I don’t.

Wooooooot

Only two of my marks are up for school, and they both make me happy.
I PASSED Econ! Whoot. (With a 50%, but it’s still a pass)
Also, I got 60% in Computer Science, which means that I can continue on with it as my major, maybe!

Poetry

Ok, so in my Poetry and Drama class, I got 74% on my in-class essay. It turns out that this lame, stupid essay that I put no mental effort into is worth 30% of my grade. And our out-of-class 2000 word essay that we’ve have a month and a half to write? It’s only worth 20%. So, If I put some effort into it, and some effort into the final, there is no possibly way that I can fail. Then no more stupid first year englishs for Tyler.