Stop the World. I want off.

Oh geeeeez. Could I seriously have any more homework?
Seriously. The increase in homeworkosity has made this more of a "complain about my homework blog" than a knit blog.
In keeping with that theme, I will now proceed to complain about my homework.
I have just written over twenty pages of notes on physics. I really kind of despise physics. I mean, it's fascinating and all, with the whole explaining how the world works thing, but something about it totally rubs me the wrong way.
I'm pretty sure that my brain is in an overload of some sort. I spent all weekend (when I wasn't at work)studying for today's calc test. Which I think I got a rough 80 on. Not great, not crappy. Now, I've completely wiped all calculus from my mind, and filled it with quantum physics theories and equations.
I think I'm running out of RAM.
Really. I'm not sure I can tie my shoes anymore. I don't quite remember my address. And I've forgotten how to hold a fork.
Well, not really. But it feels like it.
There are actually just two things that are irritating me.
1) Tests on Mondays should be outlawed. We discussed this in calc this morning, which is my favorite class, and the few of us decided that only Nazis give tests on Mondays.
2) Having one test right after another. My calc teacher is also my physics teacher, so he's got a decent idea of how much homework we're getting. Chances are, with two tests right smack together, I'll do okay on one, and not so great on the other. I know that my proffs in university really won't care how much work I have, but geeeez! Otherwise, he's my favorite teacher.
Now that I've got that off of my chest...
I really haven't got any knitting to show you. By you I mean no one. Because really, who reads this? That's right. But I do have pictures from Otafest last weekend. OF is this two day anime convention in Calgary that my friends and I go to. This year, I made a costume and dressed up. Who did I go as?
Ohhhhhhhhhh yeaaaaaaaah, Sailor Jupiter for the win!



Yeah, I look especially fantastic in front of the fridge. And tired. This was definitely the wrong side of eight in the morning!
For now, I'm off to learn about the quantum Bohr something of the hydrogen thingy.
<3 Vik

Me again.

But who else would it be?
Look how often I am posting. It's almost like I'm making up for lost time or something....

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This merino is tired of quantum physics. And needs sleeptime.
<3 Vik

Alive!

Mmmkay, so the big freakout was totally unnecessary. Getting my teeth out was fine.
But don't spread it around.
The weirdest part by far was going to sleep.
I had this nurse, terrible bedside manner. She had that skunky type hair, you know, where it's part bleach blond, part black. And bright pink eyeshadow. Really, more of a hooker than a nurse. Anyways, she took me into this room that looked more like a science lab than an operating room. And I laid down, and this guy put a mask over my face. The gas really made me cough, and he kept saying "I know, tastes bad, but it'll make you feel good." Then there was this loud buzzing, and I fell asleep.
I was (apparently) quite the character in recovery though. I asked if this stuff (ahem) would last all day. I told the recovery nurse that she was pretty, and that I was going to be a doctor. When the guy in the next bed didn't wake up, I said that he probably worked hard, and needed a little nap.
And the ride home, well, that was just the highlight of my parents week!
Dad said that he has never laughed so hard as he did while watching me drool all over myself.
I think he's a bit twisted...
So, I'm back to school tomorrow. I really haven't done any homework, because I've been drugged, and haven't felt like tackling the potential voltage of electrolytic cells, or Max Plancks theory of black body radiation. Not that I really ever feel like it, but you know.
All in all, it was good. I'd totally reccomend my doctor, and my mandible has yet to rot and fall off. Which is a step in the right direction.
For now, I'm going to go finish one of my many books (A fine balance, The old man and Mr. Smith...) and dream ibuprofen induced dreams.
<3 Vik

Oh Geeeeeeeeeeez

Allllll right. I'm a terrible blogger, and should be thoroughly flogged for my lack of blogtivity the last while.
In my defense I've had a lot of schoolwork. Schoolwork out the wazoo. Enough schoolwork for two wazoos in fact. And then there's working two jobs, getting everything ready for university (I'm going to Guelph, for sure! So excited!)
But right now, I'm having a freak out.
I'm leaving in about ten minutes to get my wisdom teeth pulled.
Which is totally normal, people have that done all the time, right?
Except for, I have some definite dentist issues. And the word "bonesaw" was used.
In conjunction with the words "your face". I'm getting put under, and everyone says I won't feel anything, but I'm still freaking out.
Thankfully, knitting helps to ease freakouts.
I'm off school the rest of the week, so maybe I'll actually get a quality post in.
Oh yeah, and for all the many who read my blog (eye roll), trek's having a contest. You should go enter.
<3 Vik