Hey,

forgive any errors in this journal (and trust me there shall be typos) but I'm tired, so I went and told grammer and spelling to screw off.

Why I am I so tired? Well mostly because I've been staying up to at least 11 to work on an animation assignment -- a friggin bouncing ball -- and then after I leave the lab I usually dick around and play on the laptop for an hour or so, sometimes stretching it out in to 2 AM. Today was my day off, and I still had to get up early for three reasons.

1) I had to scane my path of action using my roomies scanner (I curse my self a million times for not bring mine T_T)

2) I had a shitload of work to do (which I finished, practically)

3) We had an emergency testing scenario in rez. What does that mean? That rez was closed from 10 to 3, and if you didn't leave in time you were TRAPPED until the end of the scenario. So obviously, my roomie, myself and Pink Pirate buddies of ours took off to save ourselves and went and had crepes for breakfast (actually my roomie had french toast, but its like, a secodn cousin og a crepe).

So yeah, to top it off, I've been drawing pretty much straight all day, starting my at least 11:30 (and one hour and one half hour break) and i stayed to finish the damn inbetweens til 10:30. My back hates me btw.

I. Am. A. Rockstar. That is the anaology i can equate to my abilities to do that. Either that or brain dead. Take your pick. I'd rather be the rockstar. Like from the 80's yaaaaaaa ... grunge rock XD

But back to the point. I am tired, adn there is evidence. I laughed randomly at the tower of garbage outside of the elevators. No seriously, its scary. We have one ofthe monster bins on every floor and ours was, not only full, but OVERFLOWING. It was spilling over into the front of the stairs. Thankfully theres not broken bags or wild animals to search through ther garabge (i hate raccoons for that reason alone, stupid little masked bsatards that leave chicken bones all over the damn porch ...uuuuugh).

Second evidence, I can't say a damn hello without sounding like death, or the quiet death. I also laughed randomly at the carrier pigeon commercial where the pigeons are stealing computers. Laughing at a stupid commerical like that is normal, xcpet I did it loudly in the main entrance way instead of my usuall snicker. I dont think my behaviour went noticed - the few people I saw as aI went upstairs (and then down to get food from the caf)_ likely thought me drunk. meh.

Like I care.

I will be so glad when I hand that damn assignment in tommorow. There shall be chruch bells and angels singing. And then when I go home for thanksgiving I shall crash and sleep in and eat lots of turker and seee my family. It shall be joyous. Though expensive. Trains tickets from ottawa to where I live is a little pricy. probably due to the distance. Anyways. I'm like. .... dead/

ciao/