There's not place like home, there's no place like home...

Ah, exams... While most of you are out there, cursing the day you decided to pursue 'higher education' because they were throwing something called a 'Rutherford Scholarship' at you and pleading you to come, I revel in this time, realizing that I am invincible and can do anything I want.

What you talking 'bout Willis? You've always thought that you were invincible... Well now I am especially so. This is the one, actually second time every year that I can get away with anything I want, and am so fatigued that I cease to care about anything. Alright, let me clear things up a get before your brains attempt a paradigm shift without a clutch. I was in an accident, again. This is a regular occurance for me now, but I think that I've finally gotten a blackout on my bingo card and I can stop playing. (For those of you who don't know what I'm talking about, in the three years my car had been in existance it's experienced: a speeding ticket, a parking ticket, pulled over excessively for lights/seatbelt/sticks in places that they shouldn't be, attempted theft, actual theft, vandalism (twice), hit by a deer, massive door ding, hit and run (a la tractor and in parking lots), and now a rear-ending) that should just about do it for it's lifetime. Plus if you count my last car that became possesed... or my Pontiac that bees moved into...

So what's the big deal? Why don't I wish death on Albert and his big GMC? Well it's because I'm too tired to really care, I do, but I'm going to make him buy me a new bumper. It's just something that will get taken care of when I have time.

I've shunned my social life over this past weekend, worried about my Tuesday exam and studying like crazy without sleep. My computer is crappy and out of ink, so I came to school to work on stuff and what do I find out? My Tuesday exam is on Thursday. Yup. Wrong day. In fact I don't have anything on Tuesday. So I've been frantically studying for the wrong exam. That kind of thing would make me pretty upset (albeit I would have known when the exam was if I went to class) but I really don't care, it's just another thing that will get done.

My room looks like a bomb went off inside it... maybe Bush found oil in the deep recesses of my closet, but I don't really care. Nor do I care that I do nothing around the house to help out right now, or that I'm 1000 km over and climbing from when I should have had my oil changed.

Ah, it's the two week high where nothing and no one matters, yup... I love exams.