2 1/2 Hours

It's funny because I have the biggest weekend planned, which normally would be a good thing, but because it's my LAST weekend in Vancouver for four months all I really want to do is go home.

I really thought the opposite would be true. I thought I would want to live as much as possible before I left but I find that I can't wait until my mom picks me up and I just go home. Maybe it's my empty shelves and walls that makes me feel this way. Maybe it's because I'm broke and want my zoo job back. I have one final left at noon today. I haven't studied. In fact I kind of keep forgetting I have it but I know once it's over this feeling will go away. At least I hope. I will be done with my second year in 2 1/2 hours.

Finals

It troubles me how little I study right now. I keep opening books and closing them. Maybe it's because two of my finals are done. Now all that's left is a.) the subject I've been learning my entire acedemic career b.) the class I've showed up to twice since March and c.) the class where my prof comes up with the most random ass questions ever.

In short, US History, Earth Science, and Econ.

Lord, beer me strength

Me hablo español?

So, basically, there's been a few requests for me to blog. As well as a sudden decrease in the amount of time people can spend with me listening to my amusing, though rather asinine anecdotes So I will post them here, rather than continue to perform them live. Also, I'm a bit studied out so I'm watching full episode reruns of Britain's Got Talent (you know it!). Right now it's a crazy greek dance father-son duo. Personally I think this show should called Britain's Got Nothing Better to Do with Their Time. Or, more accurately, Britain's Got WAAAY Better TV than We Do (seriously, X-Factor? So much better than American Idol).

Anyway, I took my Spanish final today. To be honest I'm very pleased it's over. I sat toward the front which was a bit weird because I could look up and see my prof. For the last few months I can tell she's realllly been trying with me. But I'm not... how you say... good at Spanish. So when I looked up she was looking at me kind of like you look at a puppy you rescue from the street. Like, it's cute and it's getting healthier but really, it's never going to be a show dog. Which honestly is probably what I looked like. You know when you can feel a look on your face. It's like that, I could feel my face looking like a scared puppy. Maybe not a puppy, maybe more like Oliver Twist (por favor profe, yo quiero una buena nota). But now it's over and I am forever done with Spanish class. Which honestly is a bit strange and sad, after all, I rather enjoyed the class apart from the 9:00am start time.

The test was difficult but not unmanagable. Apart from the question where they asked me how I would solve immigration. After all, one of the hottest topics of debate right now should, theoretically, be solved by none other than me. A second year university student in a gymnasium. I can't write that essay in english let alone español.

So anyway, I'm all the way up to Susan Boyle on BGT. So that means it's time for me to get a mug full of cold milk and go to sleep early because as everyone knows the key to passing exams is not studying but getting sleep and wearing gold shoes. I mean they're gold how can you fail with gold?