Aw, crap.

so i got my cheque in the mail today. a gst cheque - y'know...y'pay taxes and they give you some back. it's s'posed to make you feel all warm and fuzzy. once in awhile it works, but not today. $4.66!! so what if i got married, moved to a better province and owe you buggers money? $4.66?!?!? c'mon!

anyways - i am currently at home at my nice little ikea desk, wishing my wife was home. although, i should be doing homework and i wouldn't be doing this if she were home. neither would the oiler's game be on. what a start, this 3-0-0...not since the '96-'97 season. (isn't this s'posed to be about psychology?)

seriously, i'm tired of school. i'm too old to be there anymore. i have 4 midterms (albeit one is an optional re-write), a paper, and 2 lab assignments due by next friday. i am too old!

i was at work tonight, and i realized something: pumping gas is frickin' boring! then i realized that it was a heckuva lot easier than trying to decipher standard deviations in marks from a intro to psych class from years ago when the prof's handwriting was barely legible back then! i still remember the first time i took statistics...

the prof was a russian mathematician. "vat vee van do ist to tack de stander deveeaysh an fyind ou vat eets ees reelatin tu." no, i'm not joking. i dropped it. and today in my research methods class, we started in on SD again. but it seems to me that it is not as difficult as mr. russian-can't-speak-english seemed to make it.

anyways, this history paper that i have to write is going to be a gong show. not only do i have to write a paper i care nothing about - i then have to defend it in front of 15 students and a prof that loves to argue. guess who is completely non-confrontational in his own personal life? won't that just be the best day ever? okay, for real...it's time to read up on thomas a kempis. have a good night.