"I am an integral, I am an integral"

hmmm was reading Yuling's blog...math and insanity...He'd better be careful, supposedly my first year, there was this one guy who couldn't take the pressure during our the first year Engineering Calc finals. He snapped and went completely psycho...stood up in the middle of it and started chanting that he was an integral...It's supposed to be a true story...so beware!

I think I’m a binge-blogger…I don’t blog for a while (or along time) and then I come back and do a couple entries a day for a few days and then disappear again (into some ditch). Not that I’m saying that now I’m posting this there will be many to follow. But someday soon (not saying when) I will have a little surprise for you all…hehe just a little motivation for you guys to keep checking my site…you won’t know when it’ll come, but one day you’ll click…and voila it’ll be there…hehe

BLEH…intramural volleyball…they fired their coordinator and cheated us two make-up games…grrr. But the good thing is, hehe we won today! YEAH!

So I guess I don’t suck as much as I thought I did…wait who am I kidding...I suck. But I do try though. Our first game I dove for the ball and ended up with a bruise on my knee bigger than my knee.

Got a big bruise today too, and as much as I’d like to say that it’s from my efforts for the team, I find that I cannot lie to you…it wasn’t.
Christina decided to go to MacDonald’s after the game, and since we both needed cash, we pulled up at the CIBC drive-in, and since Christina has issues and can’t pull up the other way around, I got out and walked around the car to save her the trouble.
I put my card in the slot, pushed the little buttons (and deposited two cheques while I was at it), took my receipt, card and cash…whipped around, excited that we were now heading off for food…and rammed right into the side mirror. The whole car shook, I’m sure Chris, Austin, JLo and Aaron’s lives flashed before their eyes, and of course I let out an attempt at a scream (got sick, lost my voice last weekend and according to Justin sound like a cow). So yeah, my “volleyball related” injuries. =P I am so cool it hurts.

See there’s this frosh Josh…and Josh is strange. He wants to start a save the squirrels club, spends way too much time in the library, and somehow convinced me to sign away my soul (long story), but the main thing is that for some unbeknownst reason, he wants to be a FOB. And he takes it very seriously, he sees it his mission to convert all of ACF in a Pinky and the Brain take over the world kinda way, ‘cept there’s only one of him, so he’s in search of a sidekick. It was all good until some big mouth told him that I was from HK…grrrrrrr. I came off that boat a long time ago, and am still trying to forget that I was ever on it. But this guy is persistent...

I had a kinetics lab on Friday before ACF (I’ll complain about that some other day), and had managed to spill chemicals all over my pants and was on my way home to change. Went to the library to say hi to the bums who hang out there coz I just missed my bus…and somehow let Josh convince me to go home and come back a FOB.

So I showed up at UCC with my green plastic framed glasses, pink sweater, and to complete the package, I even whipped out my MD player…What was I thinking?!?!?! Can I say SuperfatFOBball? Someone please stop me before it’s too late……….

Being in the ditch where I was, I failed to notice that my guestbook hit nine pages 4 messages ago...