Thank you for the warm fuzzy comments :)

I'm still having a bad week though, and the shit keeps hitting the fan

I just finished planning my schedule for Spring. Guys, really, I think I'm going to burn out by the time I finish this degree. I'll be taking a winter class for 2 weeks in January = no break between semesters. To make things worse, the Spring schedule looks overwhelming. 16 credits. I'll have a 2 hours break on M/W between 2 classes. In addition, on Thursdays I'll be in school from 2:30-8:20pm b/c of the Biology class lab. Awful. And I couldn't even get 1 class that I wanted to take for my Sociology capstone, nor a professor for my capstone major class because 2 of the marketing classes I need have only ONE damn section that overlaps the times and I have NO choice but to take them.

Then I'll have to take that dumb required Zicklin school course, BPL in June...

I can't even afford the TIME to go anywhere (like a nice beach in the Bahamas). The amount of work involved is deadly right now. I'm killing myself for the A's in 4 classes, and the D avg I currently have in finance (p.s. A is the highest grade Baruch offers). Yes, it's that bad. Not only have the exams been bunched up with each other this semester, but so have the assignments and projects. I literally had FOUR things due yesterday; even though I started them all way in advance, I was still losing my brains last weekend (as you so plainly saw).

And now the professors are brooding...waiting...lurking...since the semester's almost over. I feel it. My fellow Baruch-mates feel it. 3viL approaches.

//Til next time...

So I'm just sitting here going mad because I've been working on the three papers I have due on Tuesday (yes, kill meh), all damn weekend. One of them is lethal (Sociology midterm), the second can be construed as being slightly less dangerous to mental sanity (First 3 parts of Intl Trade Logisitics Project) and the third is tame but annoying (Sociology Summary #14 of 15 required).

And here I am typing away furiously at my midterm, kind of freaking out that I haven't put much effort into the slightly less dangerous paper (not to mention professor decided Thursday that he wanted it in 4 days) when my focus is rudely interrupted by a loud crash emanating from the bathroom. Yes, the bathroom under construction.

Buddha stops singing (his presence is very calming to the production of papers hence why he is in my room at the moment) and him and I exchange looks. WTF?!

Mind you it was a pretty loud crash, followed by a slew of cursing in Serbian of course. Cautiously, I cracked my door open a bit to see was the hell happened. It would have been much better had I not looked.

I've just only realized how much MONEY I'm missing out on for not taping all this crap. I also don't know how my parents haven't killed each other yet. Here is the conversation after the crash and after they calmed down to speak in normal tones [not screams of bloody murder]. It takes place in my parents room. I watched!

M. Dukes: So we [insert whole nauseous game plan here that I don't understand]
Big Kahuna: *takes drag of cigarette* Yes I agree.
M Dukes: continues blabbling.
Big Kahuna: *nod, nod, takes another drag*
M.Dukes: on and on and on she goes
Big Kahuna: *yet another drag and suddenly realizes there is no ashtray. Located plant in their room and ashes in plant*
-----Silence of Certain Doom Ensues----
M. Dukes: You didn't just do what I saw you do.
Big Kahuna: Huh? <--oblivious. Woman was holding a hammer.
M. Dukes: WHY DID YOU ASH IN MY FERN?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?! YOU'RE GOING TO KILL MY PLANT!

And then the yelling starts again lol, having absolutely nothing to do with whatever they miscalculated that caused the crash. M. Dukes also yelled at me because I "was following" her when I was in fact just trying to go to the bathroom downstairs to pee.

Buddha and I agree that this shit needs to wrap up already. We're not happy with our treatment from other entities occupying this residence.

[Hope I made someone giggle :)]

Facebook needs to stop "fixing" what ain't broke and focus on stuff that is. People also need to stop hating on me for playing Farmville and posting about it so that my other friends who actually play it can benefit (sharing is caring principal). You'd think if they didn't like it, they wouldn't care so much about what I play.

My friends enjoy text messaging to the point of classifying the act as obsessive compulsive behavior. I'm wondering when my dad will get tired of paying overage charges and just install the unlimited texting plan for my line. Or he could go the sinister route and tell AT&T to castrate that service from my phone line all together. 50/50 chance.

My sadistic Finance professor has struck again. I have an exam 1 week from now. PJ, my friend who's a Finance major took one look at my practice exam and told me that some stuff on it was from his FIN3610 (aka Intermediate level Finance) class, not FIN3000 (aka Intro to Finance). Homeboy says it's not in the 3000 textbook. Swell! That should explain why I thought of 5 different ways I could commit homocide during class today! Sadistic Professor also overheard me repeat what PJ told me to a friend when leaving class (I was being loud and angry). I sent him my most intense "Glare of Death" when I heard him laughing. Sadistic Professor ceased laughing and is now (with good reason) afraid of me. Highly satisfying!

My sister keeps watching M.A.S.H. Enough said.

I've developed a violent hatred for an annoying slacker who's in my Marketing Research class. Currently, I'm trying to get him expelled from our group project. Rest of group is in agreement but we haven't gotten around to speaking with our cute Italian professor (she is amazing!). As luck would have it the asshole lives in my neighborhood. Today I snapped at him because he kept shaking the back of my seat. He tried to be cute about it, but I promised him physical harm (in very colorful language) if I even felt a tremor. Annoying Slacker road-runnered out of class when it was over. It was extremely satisfying.

The problem of the lack of Internet on MuMu's PC has been pinpointed. When I restarted the cable modem, our off-site Firewall deleted all protocol pertaining to her IP and reverted to older protocol. The old protocol said that she could not access the Internet at all; a year ago my dad set it that way because MuMu was not doing her school work and screwing around on the Internet instead. All that needs to be done is fix that protocol and internet will be restored.

MuMu has told my mother that after this semester, she will revoke all my rights to use the MAC. Just because I'm supposedly "claiming it as my own." My mother rebutted with: "Fine! We'll just get your sister a brand new laptop." To which MuMu replied: "WHY?! SHE DOESN'T DESERVE ANYTHING!" To which my mother replied: "That's not for you to decide. If I didn't think you were only interested in bossing her around and controlling her, she wouldn't be getting one. Since you don't want to share and she helps you out despite that, you can now wallow in [translating from serbian now] nauseous jealousy." I FINALLY WIN SOMETHING! YES!

I have decided to post some pictures of The Yellow Ninja at his finest.

 



These are the GORGEOUS Nissan GT-R's (new Skylines) that I've seen at the Nissan dealership on 47th and 11th Avenue. I want one baaaaad....

 
  

Enjoy.