Home. Sleep.

What an insane day. I love times like these, when I'm relaxed and get lots of small things done. I feel accomplished. I went to a Fluids tutorial this morning, then we grabbed some lunch. B and I fixed the leaky sunroof just before it started to snow. We spent a couple of hours at bike shops helping Andrew find the right bike. I got clipless pedals...I fear what will happen. Then we grabbed some groceries. It's time to grab some supper and watch a movie, then later we'll go for wings and catch a band.

Oooh! Must see One Candle Power, who wants to come with?
Tue, May 4
One Candle Power (Montreal, PQ)
I Was a Spy (Sydney, NS)
One Day Late
Two Hours Traffic
The Robots
@ BIS 6pm | $5

School sucks.

I could be screwed tomorrow. I write an exam tomorrow for a class in which I recieved 21/40 on the midterm, and I do not understand anything any better. I will let you know whether I sink or swim.

Ahh!!!! It's one thirty in the morning, but in my hand (well, on the desk since I'm typing) is our final report for our machine shop press design...I'll send you a video of it (from the tradeshow) if you would like...yes, I'm a nerd, but we rock. To bed I go.

Look at me, again, swamped with work and sitting at the computer. Perhaps I should say A computer as it is not my own little workhorse. In the good old computer lab trying to con myself into writing the Thermo comprehensive I was supposed to finish last night. Well at least I've started it, but I'm waiting for B as he is doing some group work...I probably should have gone up the hill, but seeing as it is winter again and I am wearing heavy boots and carrying heavy books, I'd rather not be trudging my way up. Sit patiently I will, and try to get something done. Priorities for tomorrow include the thermo comprehensive and a numerical assignment. Bah! At least the numerical assignment is only one question. Two more days, four more classes, twenty hours until it is all over for one more year. Now I just need a job damnit! Someone take pity on me and give me employment. Ew, I sound so desperate.