DONE!
In less than 20 minutes.
That doesn't necessarily mean I did well, but, still, that's pretty damn fast.
I've got my head, but my head is unravelling,
Can't keep control, can't keep track of where it's travelling.
I've got my heart, but my heart is no good,
And you're the only one that's understood.
In less than 20 minutes.
That doesn't necessarily mean I did well, but, still, that's pretty damn fast.
Well I'm heading into my last exam tomorrow morning. Should be alright and I expect to be done within' less than an hour. I'm gonna try and be out in 20 minutes actually. Good old Ital 291.
Tonight I've been reading dirty stories by Boccaccio, about how to be an efficient dictator from Machiavelli and then I'll finish up by reading about cultural changes in
From this reading today I have learned that, although these readings are far from difficult, reading whilst lying in one's bed makes maintaining consciousness incredibly difficult.
My final assignment for Fine 228 was my favourite. As much as I despised most abstract art prior to the assignment, creating was fun, easy, and I actually like the images I created.
Sadly, the place where I host my pictures sucks so I had to seriously tone down the file sizes, but, either way, here are the images I made!
What the crap? (Quote from The Crow)
I mean it's friday after work and, like most people, I have a cheque to deposit and I want to get it over with quickly if possible. This generally means I use a bank machine.
I decide that I'll get a head start and go to the bank on my way through Linwood. Yes Linwood. One of the smallest mennonite based towns around. Anyway, I go into the bank, which has only one bank machine, and decide that because there are only 2 people in line I'll jump right in on that shizzle!
I stand in line.
I wait like 10 minutes.
I try to see what the lady at the machine has been doing, the same lady who was there when I arrived (no I haven't moved ahead in line).
That biznitch is printing out her bank book at approx. 5:00PM on a friday and she must not have updated it in a long time. In the time I was waiting she took it out to flip the pages at least 7 times. Do you know how slowly those things print in a machine?
The woman at the head of the line even asked her if she couldn't be doing that after hours. I assume they knew eachother but the point is she could. She just laughed and said, "But then I'll get home and my husband will complain about the book not being printed."
What kind of bastard gets mad when the bank book isn't updated on time? I mean it seems like it's already been about 6 months since she last updated it, so what's a few hours more? Even if he is upset, BOO FRICKETY HOO! Nobody cares. I don't care. She shouldn't either.
That is my rant.
Enjoy.