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Here it comes. It’s coming down to the end of the line for me. Once again, I come face-to-face with going back to school. This really isn’t anything new to me, as i’ve had to go back to school very very often. I spent two of my summers learning different languages, and spent three-quarters of the last four months learning how to bust into your computer through the internet and steal all your good pornography. I really don’t understand myself. I can’t seem to find myself outside of a classroom setting. But with now being locked into this co-op system, perhaps I can finally have full months of breaks from class. Too bad that won’t be for at least another four months.

As my parents plan their trip to portugal and I plan, with some some degree of detail, how I want to trash my house in their absence, I also have to plan and prepare myself for the next three and a half months or so of school. To me, it is preparing my mind by letting it enjoy life to the greatest extent that my conservative personality and morals will allow. Whether that’s fully engrossing myself in the NBA and NHL playoffs and screaming at every bad call and every shot made, or finding unique places to observe some of Toronto’s finest ladies, I find myself with a man with too much to do and so little time to do it. Hey, did you think of Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen after reading that last line? So little time was the name of their last series. But between waking up at 6:30 to go to work, and getting home at 7 from work, I usually realize that I’m too tired to do anything. And I usually end up doing nothing. This of course despite the fact that I have so much to do. TV is probably too distracting for me. There’s always something I HAVE to watch each day and with shows and sporting events dragged out to ridiculously long amounts of time, I am rarely free to do anything for the rest of the day.

Sigh, this was more for me to write than for anyone to read. My hectic upcoming week is surely to completely wear me out, as has this whole time away from school, and unlike sportmen that take the entire off-season to rest and relax, I don’t think it will be possible for me to be fresh at the beginning of this season. But if anyone is willing to help me, and will send over some cheerleaders to bring me some energy between the covers of the books and perhaps between the sheets too, I’ll gladly accept.

Hmmm, also, despite how tired I was all last week, I have been almost never-endingly happy for several reasons. It basically comes down to: The Raptors are wicked! Canadian hockey teams are wicked(Sens still suck though… boo sens boo!)!! And most importantly, women are wicked. Maxim magazine claims it is the best thing to happen to men since women. I contest that nothing will ever be able to reach such a level of unbelievable wickedness. My goodness, sooooooo wicked. Thank you. And I suggest that everyone go out and thank at least one woman, you don’t have to know her, for being so incredibly wicked. I know I already have. Twice.