ok, I guess I'll vent for a little bit.

holy fucking shit. I haven't had a more trying week of my life, really I haven't. holyyy fucking SHIT.

like seriously. I feel like puking right now, just running to the bathroom and... holy fuck.

I guess the fact that I never skip lecture has something to do with it. I mean, tomorrow I have class from 8-10, which is a Culture of the Modern lecture. this class entails discussions on cosumerism, society, and FUCKING EXISTENTIALISM. AT 8 O'CLOCK ON A FRIDAY MORNING.

"Good morning, class! WHY DO YOU EXIST"

...k, so that's a hellhole for the most part. except for Lindsay, who makes my life, we're some of the only ones who ever contribute anything in our class.

anyway, after 8-10 fun, then comes an additional hour of Spanish, which isn't so bad. actually, humorous little anecdote about that from this morning :

so, in Spanish, the letters "n" [pronounced 'ene'] and "ñ" [pronounced 'enyay'] are two COMPLETELY different letters. so, today our teacher was asking us basic questions, such as "¿Cuántos años tienes tú?", which means, "How old are you?", one girl eagerly raised her hand.

"Yo tengo 19 [diecinueve] anos de edad," she said. (In Spanish, 'years' is años, not anos.) My teacher then proceeded to pee her pants, because what the girl had just said "I have 19 anuses of age." Right you are, dumbass.

anyway, after Spanish tomorrow I have to find the fourth member to my Spanish group, and then we have to do our project together. augh, fucking awful. especially after 3 hours of non-stop class.

this will be proceeded by one hour for lunch, thank GOD thank GOD thank GOD. and then after my 1-3 Media Writing class, which promises to be dull and uneducational as always, "today we'll be watching a feature on dolphins frolicking!" fack. and THEN! boy oh boy, the fun doesn't stop there! I get to go get my paperwork package for EFP [Electronic Field Production, worst class ever created, was invented to punish the human race.]

you see, before you film in EFP, you must a) create a massive paperwork package with page upon page of intricate, painful, and unnecessary detail, and then b) get this paperwork approved. and what happens if your paperwork isn't approved? why, YOU DO IT ALL OVER AGAIN! YAY!

did I mention you then go on to film this hellish project? and THEN you get to edit it? hm? WELL YOU DO! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! hourrah for EFP, which now stands for Eternal Fucking Pain.

and after this, my Reading Week, (a.k.a. University March Break,) I get to stay in Toronto. oh, boy! while people around me go home, or to exotic destinations, I get a week of staying in res. and I'm basically "financially grounded," as I like to put it. I mean, obviously I have no source of income at this point, so I feel extremely guilty for spending any money whatshowever, even for essentials, like water, granola bars, and even MC's genius cereal, "Woodland Berry." Oh, baby.

k, so I've written enough. by this time tomorrow, I don't know if I'll feel much better, or much worse. everyone's going to be gone.

yours,

Joel

P.S. tomorrow afternoon/night won't be nearly as bad as I thought. I'm going to the ROM again with ashley, yayyy! silver lining, wut wut!

P.S.S. I enjoyed this excerpt so much I simply had to share it with you all. Taken from the word search of "Acadian" on UrbanDictionry.com.

Example of Acadian lingo "chiac" or "franglais," a unique blend of English & French: "Man, j'ai mi une straigt pipe sur mon buggy. J'irai crie ma 12 dans le fridge pi en ira driver dans les trails."

Sweet, Acadian. <3 C'est moi.