Ok, so I had posted this a while ago, but apparently I hit the save draft button instead of hitting the post button. Oh well. I’ve block quoted everything that I had posted before.

So school is really getting rough. I just can’t seem to keep up with everything, because I have so much other crap to get done. Its so stupid I tell you! And even worse, I have like 4 labs and 2 midterms and an essay to finish this week, and then on friday afternoon I go to Winnipeg. Hopefully something fun happens there, or I’m going to freak the fuck out man.

And I’d love to write more, but have to get a move on some shit. Just read below!

I usually hate typing on laptops, but Andrew lent me his so I can do my usually bitch about stuff. I should be going to the bank right now, but they never called me so I’m assuming that I don’t have an appointment with them this afternoon. I think I’ll go at 2:30 and make an appointment with them.

So I’m pretty tired right now. I almost stayed true to the “wake up at 6:40 and get to school at 7:00″ thing. Accept, today, I was supposed to have the bank called me so I decided to drive myself to school and then would go back. I’m gonna go and see if I can still get in, so I don’t have wait for my credit card worries. Hopefully.

School is…..weird. I’m very aloof about all things that I have to hand in right now. I mean, I’m getting it done, but I’m always getting it done the day before, which is making all of my assignments get pretty mediocre marks. And, if you all remember, I wanted to try and make the deans list this semester. So far, no dice on that one.

Also, MY NEW KILT IS HERE! Accept, I can’t take it home until I pay for it, which is a complicated situation, which pisses me off because Leah knows that the situation is slightly cocked up. Ugh, how annoying.

And I think I’ll just end it there, because my neck is killing me and people are around me and talking and driving me nuts.

Tschus!!

-Ryan

PS: What the hell is with people being online when I talk to them but when I try to talk to them, THEY DON’T TALK TO ME BACK? I SWEAR I COULD KILL THOSE WHORESONSOFBITCHES! That will be all.