Hope comes in the form of: lol66% transfer average from Arts to Science.

3 day retreat to cabin by lakeside. I didn't get my head chopped off on the busride there :D. 

Was okay at Freeboarding

No skill involved in Tubing

Rocked Wakeboarding

Blew chunks at Waterskiing

¯\(º_o)/¯

PS The faceplants were spectacular. 

Kill Windows Activation before it shuts down my computer and renders all my files inaccessible tomorrow. Check

Fixing Steam. Check

NOW TO DEFUSE THIS ATOM BOMB. ALL IN A DAY'S WORK AMIRITE?

Batman was awesome. 

It was so worth going to a sold out show, buying tickets for 9:00 on the Sunday morning and waking up at 7:30. 

IMAX (GR)

The "good" ending to Bioshock was beautiful T-T. 

(This is a long entry. A good song would be Radiohead's Idioteque: "This is really happening, happening"). 

Last night was by far the worst night of my life. 

It started off wrong with partying on a Sunday. Who the hell parties on Sunday? Anyway. 

We decided to hit up the beach with our alcohol. Typical guy shit with shot for shot and wrestling. 

I wrestled one of my best friends, who has about 100 pounds on me. He ripped off my necklace (which was shark tooth, so it cut my neck) and I bit him when he had me in a chokehold. 

After all that shit we head back (me and my friend Julian were in the bed of the truck). We get fuckin' pulled over. Jordan gets a DUI because he fails the breathalyzer, gets fined $109 and loses his car for 24 hrs. Actually the cop was pretty nice considering he started the deal with:

"Why are you in the bed of this truck?"
"ANSWER MY FUCKING QUESTION!"

We could've been much more fucked over. Jordan has no points so he doesn't lose his license yet. But...It is now 1am and we are a 3 hr walk away from anywhere. All of us are still drunk and it is cold for May. 

Julian, Antonio and Jordan have the brilliant idea of taking a hallucinogenic drug called Salvia in an underground parking garage. I guess since the night has already been so shitty they decided to fuck it up even more. 

Anyway, Julian took a hit and we pushed him around in a cart we found. It was quite entertaining and he seemed to be having a good time of it. 

He gets off and we're all standing in a circle. Then he charges me and throws me to the cement. He jumps on me and Antonio has to pull him off me. I hit my head, which is the second time this week. I constantly worry about my cumulative head traumas, so the hit instantly sobers me the fuck up. 

Julian, meanwhile was screaming, raging, and running down the underground parking lot. He falls and just keeps screaming "What the fuck?" It was like he was having surgery without anesthetics. 

I sit behind a pillar, hiding, because I'm too weak from working all day to put up any kind of fight. Antonio takes off his jacket and basically tries to protect me from Julian.  Jordan attempts to talk to Julian, who was still on the floor. 

Julian jumps up suddenly and charges Antonio, who is about to sock him in the face. Julian serves out of the way and continues running around screaming. 

After a bit more of this, he finds me behind the pillar and piles his fist into the space where I just was. I got the fuck out of there and Antonio gets Julian to the ground. 

Julian just starts crying and freaking out. So we leave him there for a bit. 

He gets up again and goes through the routine again, with more crying this time. 

After 20 minutes (Jordan said the trip should only last 10). Julian sobers up. We give him back his belt. 10 seconds later he rages with his belt and smashes it on the ground. We all back off and he runs out of the garage. 

We're all worried he's going to run into traffic or jump off something so we chase him. He's just walking down the street crying so we follow him. It was a long walk, eclipsing the other longest, worst walks of my life. 

A long walk off a short pier. 





I made Julian promise not to do fucking drugs again. 

So I blew a freaking vortex (http://pbfcomics.com/?cid=PBF094-Freaking_Vortex.gif) in my wallet with a very expensive sunglass purchase. 

And this http://www.opsgear.com/Tiberius-8-MP7-Kit-p/og-t8-mp7-kit.htm
(Does this make me seem like a kid? I really don't care :P). 

I guess I made it up by buying nice tarts for mah Grandma and friend. 

And taking my parents out for dinner. 

Goodbye paycheck D:

8:05

So the other day I approach a bank machine and WOOT! $20. 

Some lady just left the bank machine, so it was probably her. So I followed her with her twenty until she goes into the freakin' washroom. 

8:10

If she makes me late, I'm going to keep the goddamn 20. To not be a creepy stalker standing outside the women's washroom, I look at Volunteering opportunities and think about cognitive dissonance. 

8:15

She comes out, I give her her (not sic) twenty, she says thank you in a British Accent (intelligence stereotyping: certain accents make you seem smarter [PS: this is MOAR cognitive dissonance]). 

Teh karma polices thxz mii. 

So at 6:30 the neighbour's dogs started barking.

"Argh, shut the fuck up..."

Then came the thunder. 

This is irony, right? 

All work and no play makes Davis...

Go to a cold, cold hotel with my wife and kid who writes redrum on the wall, along with a typewriter so I can write:

All work and no play makes Davis...

I was cautious about eating/drinking that "Instant Breakfast Mix (Chocolate Flavour)," but dare I say it, it was one of the better/best decisions I've made in my life. 

Last night I didn't know you could drink upside-down until I did a "keg-stand."

It was the darkest moment of my life. 

Not really, but I don't like beer and only lasted like 15 seconds.  

Which is like how long I'd last in bed. OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH SNAP!!!111

University guys are so mature.

In someone's dorm on the wall, in ink, which is a bitch to get off with Party Paste, the immortal words: "Cowboy Butts Drive Me Nutts (sic)." 

You know the days starts off good when after your supervisor says "You can take anything you can find/use," you find a pair of nunchucks and Blue Raspberry Coolers in the fridge :D. 

Being pleasantly buzzed/slightly drunk for work was bad I guess, due to the headache :P. 

Some rooms were hella nasty though. Bag of garbage with rotting meat and blood all over the floor=gg

No amount of Febreeze or even fuckin' "perfumes of Arabia" could sweeten that shit. 

So naturally I got my partner to take out the garbage. Dry heaves= D:

I mopped it. No amount of Biogize could neutralize (though blood is neutral) the horrible. 

So I got 82% in Psych. 

Only A in 9 courses this year. 

Dragged average up to 72%

1% Lower than an earlier registration date.

Pulled parents together after a huge fight :S.

All I can say is YEYEYEEEEEWOW.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mGxde2a2_iQ

^ Explains it.

Work. Sleep. Work. Buy. WHY AREN'T THE PSYCH AND BIO MARKS OUT?! Work. Teethfix. Do a barrel roll. 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R_bTiAwxYPU

More medical student syndrome: being pessimistic means you will die faster. 

It seems all the lowest moments in my life are when I'm face down on the floor bleeding from my mouth. 

As I lay there on the gym floor I noticed funny looking rocks. 
Then I thought: "Oh wait, those are my teeth."

Many fuckwords later...

Went to the dentist today, wasn't as bad as I thought. One of my front teeth is half gone and the other is a bit wonky. 50% chance of root canal. 

I have to deal with this shit for a week until they decide what to do with my teeth. 

Last night I had a dream. One of those dreams where it's all: "Everything works out nicely and everything is going to be alright." 

Waking up sucked. 

The main thing, that really sucked was, I didn't even manage to make the save. 

I finally get to see Radiohead. Woot!

$55 Tickets though D:

So I got a reprieve today. What started off with me getting 5 hours of sleep due to waking up at 6:30, panicking that it was 7:50 (my alarm clock is ridiculously fast), finding out that it was actually 7:00 in the shower (to sum it up, a bad start to the day), ended up alright. Chemistry lab was pathetically easy. Also I got confirmation from the lab director that no chem reports were due today/this week. Too good.

The Flying Spaghetti Monster must've been all, "Damn he's been getting too many meatballs. Time to smooth things out with some lasagna." 

I should probably take this chance to get some studying done eh?

I've been having an unnaturally good week. Finished Chem Lab an hour early and did everything perfectly. Got an A on my Research Paper Proposal. Got that job that I wanted really badly. Got bad grammar/punctuation because I got like 5 hours of sleep. Been drinking energy drinks all week. Haven't fallen asleep for any long amount of time in a class. Finished psych research early.

Could this be the turning point in pessimism?  Nah, just wait 'till next week.