Room 206

i’ll keep calling, but you will never answer. i’ll think, maybe this time, maybe this time.

every single time.

unreasonable things i want to do with my life:

-own a herd of goats (this has been a goal of mine since highschool)
-learn all the words to (and be able to sing) ievan polkka

last night i drove around liberty city, unintentionally mowing down pedestrians left and right. it turns out that all i’m really good at when it comes to being a fresh of the boat minor criminal with a bad fake accent is getting laid on the second date.

someone needs to pull the wisdom out of my face, cause dang, it’s really starting to hurt.

emotion and motivation:
-speak to prof regarding midterm (requires email to prof baird)
-paper
-final exam

chemistry:
-watch dvds
-exercises
-mid-year exam

chemistry lab:
-make-up two missed labs (requires email to TA and professor)
-WHMIS
-formal lab report
-lab exam

addiction
-final exam

bio:
-midterm
-final exam

bio lab:
-missed lab report
-make-up missed lab (repuires email to prof)
-lab exam
-formal lab report

seminar:
-immunology presentation

this is not including the weekly labs, and class time.

but would it be spelled with an a or an o? Isabel, or Isobel. and what if people called her izzy? i hate izzy, it’s a terrible nick-

For Kefira.

i barely know how to work the coffee maker, and can’t for the life of me make a good cup of coffee with it. what’s more, i NEVER clean it out, it’s always alex who does that. if this bothers him, he has never mentioned it. i am totally reliant upon my brother’s goodwill and industriousness for homemade coffee, and he always cleans up afterwards…

we fight, we disagree, we often have conflicting needs, but we love eachother. i love you, gimp. and i appreciate the coffee, i will try and help more.

here you go, folks, james’s FINISHED PRODUCT!

james biard, you never cease to blow my mind. seriously, wow…