University sucks...in March.

It's that time of year again.

No, it's not Christmas. It's March. From an academic standpoint, March is the one month out of the year where being a student sucks. It's academic rape. Most students can deal with April. Sure, you have a few exams, maybe a paper due in April. However, after April twenty-something you can sleep/drinkyoursorrowsaway/get your significant other back because you dumped them after you got that shitty mark on that one paper back but now you're totally "willing to make it work". ....for the summer.

No matter what program you are in, you cannot win. Your major could be fucking basket weaving and you'll still have to weave fifty-two baskets. Academic institutions know you're going to procrastinate whether you're eighteen or fifty-eight. In turn, they do the procrastinating for you and place due dates at the end of the year, which is March.

In the past week and a half, I have been sleeping on average of three to five hours a night and my weekend is going to consist of giving out free samples of spinach salad and fruit and writing out twenty-five pages of papers and 2 pages of math and studying for three exams I have in a week and a half. In two weeks I have two more four page journals due and a self analysis page thing to convince my interpersonal communication professor not to fail me.

In time of stress it's best to talk to friends. I have three. Two of which are busy with their own classes. I found so far, when I talk to the last person, a literal shitstorm of stress. He called the other night to talk and at that point I had been awake for two and a half days and living on pringles and energy drinks. Almost immediately, like as soon as I recognized the voice, I began to rant about interpersonal communication and how it is unfair you cannot take things you say back and how unfair it is that communication can be almost as detrimental to a relationship as not communicating at all.

The irony of this hurts me too.

Oh yeah, did I mention I said all of this to my ex-last relationship?

Yes, communicating on how much communicating deteriorates communication skills.

Anyway, In terms of things that are going on in my end of the woods – there isn’t really much of anything. Primarily because I’m up to my eyeballs in anatomy and physiology and there is no sight of end in these fuckin’ woods.

In the last three weeks my anatomy professor has talked about 1. Drinking piss 2. coprophagia 3. Sheep skin condoms. In depth.

Also, I may be stuck in Manitoba for the summer.

Cheers.

I'm a baking machine!

When some people get depressed, they drink, break shit or sleep with their best friends boyfriend/girlfriend, cry - whatever. What happens when I get depressed?

I bake and/or cook!

I know what you're thinking; sweet! I wanna make you mad then we can have make-up/break-up smex and you can make me awesometastic food!

Yeah, screw you. Not happening.

Essentially since I've moved to this tiny town there isn't a whole hell of a lot to do however I do play music on Tuesdays at the pub up the road and wander aimlessly. Tuesday jam nights are fuckin' awesome. If you ever find yourself stranded in Brandon, Manitoba with an instrument on a Tuesday at 10pm I suggest you take a wander to jam night. You can get obliterated on cheap pints and eat greasy wings and listen to AWESOME MUSIC. Holy, fuck.

I've been spending a ton of time in the grocery store because I've been spending a ton of time watching the food network and I've been stealing their ideas and implementing poor university student twists to them.

The meal I made yesterday was fuckin' awesome. It consisted of homemade baked crispy spicy-as-fawk chicken breasts, brown rice and corn and spices. It literally costs about 7$ to make a MASSIVE plate of this stuff which would run you 25$ in a restaurant. It takes about 20-25 minutes depending on what you have your oven set at and how ghetto your appliances are. I had mine at 350 and the oven isn't a total piece of shit.

I had leftovers of rice so I just wrapped it up in the fridge for tonight.

Lookie! Dish 1:

Tonight, I realized I cooked all the good food and all I was stuck with was the gross frozen pizza in my back of my freezer, the beef sausage left in the freezer, leftover rice + corn and steak that I wasn't gonna use tonight.

First I was gonna make this one sausage and some leftover rice then I got to thinking. The sausage took super long to cook and I kept having to cut it to make sure it was cooked throughly and in turn the thing wouldn't stay in the bread so what I did was slice the hell out of the sausage, make sure it was all cooked though, then put the already cooked rice in the pan with the pieces and made sausage fried rice and corn with tons of pepper because I lack in the soy sauce department.

Thereafter it looked pretty plain and dry so I found my ketchup and in turn the cheapest condiment in the world made this usual dry and gross dish fricken' tasty and appealing to the eye.

Dish # 2