This has been - by far - the worst weekend in fucking existence.

• My 300 GB hard drive is busted. My sister knocked it off of the desk, and now it works when it feels like it. I’m trying to salvage the data, but it looks like hours upon hours of The Office, 24, Lost, etc are all gone.  Liam, I’m sorry, but your delightful Cowboy Bebop OSTs are also gone.

• I cannot get any work done here, since my brother is having some party with friends tomorrow. So, I’m going back to school on Saturday. This means that I wont see Sam at all this weekend. I probably wont see her until December, after exams are done, since I’ve got a midterm each Monday until the exam period.

• I cannot even sleep in my own bed while I’m here, since my brother and his girlfriend are in the room that Jake and I share. So, I’m sleeping on the couch, by the fireplace, which makes it far too hot.

• I’ve got a psych exam that I’m not prepared for, and two CS assignments due.

• My fucking lab wont fucking work. There doesn’t appear to be anything wrong with the class. I test it with other instances, but it wont fucking work. Fuck fuck fuck! It is the one instance I need it to work for that it refuses to work for.

• I haven’t gotten a fucking job, and I didn’t apply to anything on the second round of job applications so I’m fucking screwed. Again. Looks like I’ll be stuck working at fucking Zellers or some other place that pays terribly and wont help me in any way get through university.

• I’m fucking sick of the university experience. I hate it here. I feel like I’m never making any advancements. It is like I have my head stuck in a guillotine, and the only reason I survive is because I keep straining to think of ways to distract the executioner from throwing the switch. Eventually, I just want to let the blade fall and be at fucking peace for once.

• I don’t sleep. I don’t eat well. I sit in my room in a chair that has made noise ever since Blake fucking leaned back in it that one night.

• I have no money. I’m completely dirt poor. Blake owes me money for last weekend and I’ll probably never get it.

• I really just want to give up. I don’t even know why I came to this university for this program. I hate it. Math infuriates me. This computer science lab is a perfect example. It’s killing me. I have so much other shit to do, but this is taking up all my time. And this is a fucking lab. I have a full blown assignment due, and I haven’t even started it yet. I don’t understand why my fucking code doesn’t fucking work.

• I hate my program. I hate living like this, day to day, with no breaks or time to catch my breath. I’m sick of the fact that life is designed so that we spend the first fifty or more years fighting an uphill battle through difficulty, inconvenience and complete bullshit on all levels to enjoy being old and decaying in our retirement. We put up with so much shit for 90% of our lives so that we can enjoy the final 10% (provided we don’t go comatose or get paralysed).

GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

FUCK YOU FUCKING FUCK FUCK JAVA FUCK!!!

I FUCKING HATE LIFE!

I think that Andrew must have stumbled and fallen on a horse shoe, and got it stuck in his colon, because that kid has nothing but luck.

Recently on his blog, he told everyone that he got the job he really wanted. It was some assistant job at a health service place, or something like that.

Here’s the ridiculous thing.

Andrew’s interview for that job was the morning after his infected toe took a turn for the worst, causing so much pain that he was unable to sleep. When Andrew went to this interview, he had had next to no sleep, and I believe was on pain killers.

So, how can a guy who - in that state - should be an embarrassment at a job interview get his desired job, while I - who miraculously got 2 interviews from 5 applications and made a ridiculously good impression on the interviewers - get nothing.

Stupid horse shoes.

I’d just like to congratulate Andrew for making the 1000th comment on this blog.

The comment - in all of its glory - can be found here.

I know that the address says that it is 1163, but when you subtract all the spam comments that have been deleted, Andrew’s is the 1000th.

Unfortunately, I was not matched with a job on Jobmine.

:(

And now, there are so few things to apply for…

Half the jobs on Jobmine now are for OSAP students at UW, and the other half are for intermediate or senior co-op students.

So, after predicting to Binkle that my assignment may be finished before midnight, it turned out it actually took me until 5:40 in the AM, which did not overly concern me because I feel that I’ve done an outstanding job (but who knows for sure) and, I thought, it also meant I would be able to stop into Mudies for some breakfast before I handed in my assignment.

Unfortunately, Ramadan ended on October 23rd, and with it went Mudies early breakfast hours.

No big deal, I thought. Tim Hortons will probably have fresh stuff.

So, I go there. Grab a hot chocolate, blueberry muffin and an everything bagel with cream cheese. Just the pick me up I needed.

I go into MC. Up the stairs to the fourth floor and walk casually to the Tutorial Centre. I enter the tutorial centre room, because I need to staple my assignment (and I’d run out of staples at home).

I check out the staplers, and to my disappointment, I find out that they are no longer allowed to be used. They are broken, replacements have been ordered, and - until they arrive - we’re instructed to go to MC3038.

Two things unsettle me: 1) How is it that a university can not have staplers sitting in a warehouse somewhere, packed in with other office supplies ordered en masse to fit the needs of thousands upon thousands of people. Seriously? There was not a single stapler to spare for the Tutorial Centre?

2) MC 3038 will likely be closed at 6:00 in the morning.

I go downstairs to check, and it certainly is. I enter a few rooms, hoping to find a stapler, but the desks don’t even come equipped with drawers, let alone office supplies. I run around in circles looking for an occupied office with a stapler I could borrow.

No luck.

So, I find a lonely cork board displaying posters for some event, and I am forced to remove old, used staples to take home, put into my stapler, staple my assignment, and return to MC.

This sorrowful tale brings me to the current time, 6:45 AM, where I am about to return to MC. I just wanted to rant while the entire ordeal was still fresh in my mind.

There is one plus though.

Breakfast starts at 7:00 AM.

Giddy up!

I biked to MC at 3:00 AM to hand in my math assignment, and two skunks who appeared to be “running and fucking” crossed my path, spraying shit everywhere.

Nasty.