So I know everything there is to know about computer science (well at least as far as the course material goes) and I have no nprevious progamming experience. So I learnt the exactly the way the teacher wants us to, and I use the termanology she likes, and I answer all the questions the way she would. Basically I'm a big brown-noser.
I've alway's been a teachers pet/brown-noser, but I didn't discover the real meaning until yesterday. As my friends are I were walking to our next class
"Hey Anna, Lynda really liked you today eh?" (we address our teacher by her first name and sit in the front row.
"Yeah, can you see the brown spot on my nose?" I go cross-eyed while rubbing the end of my nose.
"Yeah Anna, if you get your head any farther up her ass we're going to lose you."
I kept on walking but I was completely grossed out that 'brown-noser' meant that your as ass-kisser and you have poo on your nose. That's disgusting. What's even more disgusting, is the I've been innocently using the term since the second grade.

I am having the darndest time getting to bed tonight. I always to when Bill isn't around.
You see, basically since mid-terms Bil''s been over a lot late at night working on essays and I will just lie on the bed for a bit, eventually falling asleep. When Bill is done with the computer he'll tuck me in, set my alarm, kiss me on the forehead, and then be on his way. This was basically every night for a while, and it was great. Now it's VERY hard to go to bed on time when he's not around, I just stay up doing a whole lot of nothing. But I'll be good tonight.. I was going to be in bed an hour ago, but at the same time, 1 isnt' bad. so yeah. I'm spoilt.

I was very please when I got up this morning and read this. It's not like I have a better realization about life than others that I can look on them like parents look on thier children, but at the same time, It's great.

I'm not sure if it's blogger that helped her come to a small but important realisation, or if it is becuase she's in OAC and a lot of poeple become more aware of the world as they prepare themselves for the real world (Well, at least they would think so until you get to university and realise that it is farther from the real world than highschool, but I'll justtify that later)
But either was it is good.

I almost hate reading kevan's comments because that stupid ben kid makes the stupidest comments, they are more than dissapointing to read. I am also afraid to comment because I don't want other people to think the same thing about me.

Think, and then post your comment.

So apparently I'm an amazingly hilarious drunk. Not obnoxious though, just funny. We all know that I have a bum fetish. I would not be able to count on my fingers and toes how many boy's butts I slapped Friday night. Nor would I be able to tell you who they were, or even what they looked like. Yes, and since I'm taken I didn't dance with any guys, because you never know what that can lead to with a bunch of drunken university kids, But I definaltely danced with my roomate Janice and floor mate Nezy, it was just like the good old days with Tara and I (at band camp and random parties). So you could say that I had a good time, let loose and such, hopefully this will help me maintain my sanity, at least until christmas.

So I'm getting ready for semi-formal, and my nails are completely wet, and this guy was here so that we could de-lint his shirt, being the drunk I am, I accitentally got wet nail polish all over his shirt.. wel sorta.


The good part of this story.... this is a big asshole who is rude to bill... haha ha;... subconcious meanery is great.

Whenever I leave Bill's place I always feel, or am aware, that I have it all, eveything someone could want, I have it (including an exceptionally nice ass) So I always feel like I should give something to the less fortunate world. Today I was going to cross the street but noticed that a bus was waiting to make a left hand turn, so I waited for the bus, ANd the bus driver waved at me to thank me for my courtesy!!! I always feel great when I do something nice, but I feel even better when someone else appreciates it.

Bus drivers are great people.

My chemistry class is a very large class. In engineering there are 4 time tables, but the students are generally split into a general semester and a engineering semester. So right now I, and about 2/3 of hte other engineers have the general semester. We are split into two smaller groups which have the same courses at different times, except chemistry. My chemistry class is a combination of two timetables and has about 250-300 students in it.

Our prof is amazing he's so funny and makes chemistry very interesting.

Our prof is in australia for the next two weeks and we have this REALLY boring substitute. So my chem lab partner and I were fooling around in the chairs seeing how far back the chair would go (think McDonald's spinny chairs that recline) So I has positioned myself that I was as far back as possible without having to use the table as leverage. I was really testing the limits of the chair. And then..... snap. I broke the fiberglass attachment and the chair and I plummented to the floor making a nice loud crash. The ENTIRE class, desperate for entertainment, turn and look to see what the heck it was. I was so embarrassed, I thought that if I just sat on the ground for a while no one would notice, or at least not see me. But each row of seats are another level up, therefore EVERYONE could see exactly who I was. It was terrible. Think about it, being in a room with a bunch of male "hot shots" and just proving to them that your nothing but a little flirty ditz. (which I am not, but I'm sure that they think so now).

The guy behind me was nice enough to grab me one of the comfy chairs on display for someone with importance, since the class is in the business school, and I slowly got up, and carefully placed the broken chair on a nearby table. Which apparently made it way worse because everyone was under the impression that I only fell off my chair, not that I had snapped the fiberglass supports.

I apologise for being such an infrequent blogger, but really this next month is very important. Not really important though, just important to me. You see.. (not to brag) but I'm doing fairly well in school and have been motivated to try harder to do better. So yeah, I have a lot of sleeping and a lot of studying to do. Please bare with me :)

I got home this morning very early and started to un-pack. Everything was going just fine and I was tidying up my room a bit and then I looked at the clock.. "holy shit it's almost 9 I have to start my homework"

I think that workaholism is a disease, and disease that you can develop. A disease that I think I am developing. I can't lay around without feeling guilty, and sometimes not at all. Often I find myself getting ahead in my classes because I have nothing else to do but feel the need to do something. Help.

Okay, so you didn't get lucky yesterday. But I'd like to inform you that I had full intentions of blogging again yesterday.

Since the episode when I reviewed my blogs I saw that I have lots myself amoungst the numbers and equations that surround my life, literally.
During the free time that I have, walking from class to class and during meal time, I have allowed myself to daydream, to think about things other than my academics. I have actually thought about a lot of things, and have many a things to share, but all in due time.

For now I'd like to express a response to one of Bill's blogs:
Bill touched on the fact that we are all in a rat race. A ways back, Kevan also expressed his opinion on being in a rat race.
Kevan hated the idea, (and since I don't have access to his archives I can't quote him) but anyways he didn't want to accept the path that he is expected to taken by society and had decided that he wasn't going to fall in line.
Bill on the other hand, acknowledged the fact that we are in a rat race and our whole lives will not be able to do what we want and accepted that fact, resolving his issue with ". I better marry someone rich so there is extra money there to go on tropical vacations and have sex all day while we are there together."

Me, on the otherhand, I like the structure that society builds. I have to have a goals in my life, (that would be why my hair is so long right now) this rat race we are in gives me direction and structure, I love the idea of having my whole life planned out for me, especially if in includes a series of accomplishments,
* buying a house in the country (Kevan)
* sending my kids to university (Bill)

This is what I need, call me a sheep/brainwashed if you want. I don't care what you think of me, this is how I function. And it works great.

So apparenlty more people read my blogs regularily than I thought.

And let's be serious, these past few days have hurt me more than they have hurt you, I can't live without blogger, or at least not yet. It's a part of my life, my routine.

So yeah, anyways. I'll blog next when I feel like it (it'll be later today if you're lucky)

So, After reading a harsh observation about weblogs, I took a look back at my posts, and discovered the monotonous content of the past few posts. And I have decided that I am not justified to post anymore. I don't have time to develop opinions or contemplate ideas of others. I don't have time to day dream. I don't have time to experience funny things, I just don't have time. And apparently learning about my daily events are not entertaining. I will no longer post about my life, since my life only considers school, school is on my mind all the time.. that and bill, but I refuse to post mushy stuff.
I'm going to the mall today, I think I'll buy a diary.
So I guess this is goodbye. It's been a slice.

Today I tried to study for my calculus test, I tried, very hard to teach myself these abstract concepts using Newtons' method of approximantion and memorizing the formula for Taylor Polynomials, but it wasn't enough. Today I really came in grasp with one concept, I am not able to do everything the is expected of me. So even though the extreame importance of Calculus in an Engineers life I closed the book and pronounced myself "Fucked". I could stay up till the wee hours of the morning trying desperately to walk through the assigned problems. No, I will not stoop to that genre of studying, In fact, that isn't considering studying at all, it is mearly the weak attempt of an idiot to satisfy him/herself when they recieve their test mark and telling themselves "i tried my hardest" No. I will not sacrifice my greatly-valued sleep in order to comfort myself with the undreachiement of one lousy test score which when added to 10 other tests, creates 20% of my final mark. This is nothing to loose sleep over.. I must put everything in perspective.

FUCK YOU TAYLOR POLYNOMIALS

I reallly have to be more concerned about my hygiene. These past few days I have been so absorbed in my studies that I have completely neglected all hygenic attributes. Well.. not really. I just forgot to shower yesterday, and I didn't even feel gross until this afternoon, which I find to be rather disgusting, since I wasn't even aware of the fact that I stunk. maybe I just didn't smell. But that's besides the point. after I finish the two tests tomorrow and then one on monday everything should be back on track. And I won't feel guilty about blogging because right now I feel that this is a waste of my time, but I want to sooo desparetely be rated and a double star frequency blogger.

And for those of you who read my away messages, Bill makes them, well at least when they are disturbing and you wish that you hadn't read it. When they are peaceful and informative, I wrote them.

So I haven't set an alarm this week and I'm letting my body tell me when I should wake up. This have proved itself not to be ther greatest of ideas. I have started attending an additional Calculus class, but since the classes are taught things in different orders, I still have to attend my scheduled calculus until Friday. Fortunately my body doesn't think so. I swear though, this is my last day of sleeping in. Maybe I will do it on friday, just so that I have a little of a break half way through the semester where I can get caught up on my sleep and then be at full strength for my physics test monday. I mean, if I was going to go to class I would have fallen asleep anyways, so what's the point in going and getting a crappy sleep, when I could stay a obtain some quality sleep? There isn't one. But I'm going to smarted up, in fact right now I'm going to do some homework before I attend my 10:00 class, since I DO have two tests on friday and have been ignoring the conetent since I was studying for mid-terms at the time.

6 weeks to the day until freedom, well at least for a bit.
50 days until my birthday.

So I moved the pictures over.. but now how do I shrink the side bar?

I love how I randomly lost my blogback.... yeah.. so that sucks.

So I've alphabetized my blog links.. I was having trouble finding specific blogs myself.... since I have MORE than Bill and all... I did make a few exceptions though, You CANNOT put Jen Spleit's blogs in the middle of a page, and I hate Aaron Wilson. I know what you are thinking "If you hate him, why do you have his link?" It's more like a tolerate-hate thing. Aaron and I sat beside each other in english and did a project together, He just makes me uncomfortable sometimes you know that whole "I fantasize about you and have been in love with you since grade 9, when you stopped talking to me becasue you found out that I liked you, but now we have to have a mutual relationship because you're my good friend's girlfriend" you know what I'm talking about.

Besides.. his blogs aren't even about himself, it's about his roomate.

Do you know who has the most archives out of my blog links (besides the Ultimate blogger)? ME! Yes, me eat my pants Bill!!!!

Okay... while cruising the links on Steph's page I found yet another worthy blog page. In fact, this guy gave me my blog user name "Kannak", pronounced "Anna" the K's are silent. Yes this boy is crazy. But you have to love him. There is always a fun time to be had with Aron Brady (Something that I would know little about because I'm anti-social, but the few times I manage to leave my secluded home I do make a few observatoins) Hopefully this will be frequent, 'cause this guy is funny.


[Anna sits back and rubs her belly in satisfication of her indirect effect on others]
When am I going to STOP taking credit for all these new blogs popping up? never.

So I have added a new blog link. This individual and I go WAAAAAAAAY back. In fact I live in the middle of nowhere, but he lives down the road and we litterally grew up together. I have known Darcy Huyben since the day I was born. Actually.... probably the day after. Own family photo collection, if I'm not mistaken, includes a picture of Darcy and my older brother Carson, butt naked in a little kiddie pool, covered in mudd. I spent more then enough summer days with the Huyben boys in the giant sandbox our dad had made for us, So it's nice to see someone from my *other* life start up something because of people in my *new* life. Although Darcy (or Buddah, to his peers) has already proved himself to be an infrequent blogger, it is still nice to see the chain reactoin that I started.

So I just finished my last mid-term. So hopefully that means I will become a more frequent blogger now. The midterm I wrote yesterday morning was Linear Algebra. Now, Linear Algebra in mon-wed-fri at 8 in the morning. And let me tell you, when you already have to atten 30 hours of class in a week, an 8 am class on how to multiply matrices isn't very interesting. So, when I did haul my ass out of bed to go.. I usually/always fell asleep.
Then I was so buzy with studying for all my other midterms the last few weeks I have been a unfrequent visitor of the Physics and Astronomy building in the morning.
Janice went to class even less than I did, so this week we were both presented with the same problem. We had to self-teach ourselves the entire course in two days.
So thurday night Janice and I decided that it is an urgency that we stay up as late as possible doing algebra, maybe even ALL night. I lasted till about 5:30 Then I snuck into my room and closed the automatic locking door. Janice beat against the door for a while and then gave up. Two hours later I was awaken by another continuous beating on my door, Gatey asking me if I wanted to go to class HELL NO. More Algebra was the last thing that I wanted to do. I looked like a shit, and had slept in my clothes so that I felt even worse. I rolled out of bed, open the door, groaned, and closed the door. I have never stayed up that late before in my life. Janice ended up staying up the entire night. The worst part of this story? I didn't even open up my algebra book later then 11 pm. I spent most of the night in Nazanin's room having girl talk with Naz, Nicole, and Janice. Not saying that is wasn't a good use of my time... but seriously,

I ust posted this HUGE comment to Kara's most recent blog.... and then I was re-informed that re-blogger doesn't work.