September is german for "flaming balls that suck harder than paris hilton".
This can be verified on wikipedia, I assure you.


So essentially classes are going pretty well. My COGS course is one giant mindfuck, don't know what's really going on there. But apparently I know have an online paper due next thursday, which incidentally is the day after my birthday (here begins the flaming balls), which has curtailed any beverage-related events. The hot guy from my anatomy class has dropped the course so there goes my "living study-buddy", and my philosophy prof is apparently unaware that soap has been invented. I sit at the back and my eyes still water.

Joined a Cancer Club at UBC because I need volunteer hours for med school. I'm rowing again but I must say that singles are total crap and too tippy to possibly ever be practical. And I literally have 14 half-finished art pieces but I don't think they'll be completed anytime soon.

Also had to have my kitty-cat put down today which also sucked (this is the "that suck harder than paris hilton" part I referred to).

I was on retarded meds for stomach ulcers that I have apparently had for over a year. I was unaware that a person could get stoned as fuck off antibiotics and proton-pump inhibitors but apparently I am a part of the 8% that can, so I suppose that's cool I guess.

There was probably some other stuff but I can't really remember,
Hannah