Firstly, I hate Calgary. I hate the city, I hate Global TV's somewhat discriminatory and, dare I say it, racist subsitute 11pm news anchors from Jan 1st (long story) and I simply hate the city so much that I just don't ever want to be there again, even if I was being offered a job with a 6-figure/per year salary. But, due to circumstances that shall be explained since few know of what happened, I will be back as soon as Reading Week, not for vacation but possibly to babysit.

Second, I failed Psych 1101. Not F, fail, but an E which isn't as bad as an F but it's bad. (A to D is pass. E is a "special" fail and an F is a flatout fail) But I saw that one coming. It was an elective and according to what my aunt dubs the "[Social Sciences] Bible", I can replace a failed elective by re-taking it or taking another elective and replacing it with that one. (Marks come out gradually--I have three more to find out about)

Third:
My dad was in a car crash/accident/whathaveyou on the 27th. He's been in hospital in the ICU since semi-conscious and not responding to commands given to him by doctors and nurses (though he had been but briefly) and basically, but not entirely, covered with IVs, tubes and with stitches on his forehead. His condition hasn't changed save for he developed pneumonia and he has a breathing tube but now it'll be one via tracheotomy or however you spell it. As you can guess, I spent the break, stressed, stressed, sick due to stress and not being able to eat due to sickness for two days, stressed, worried and generally feeling all kinds of bad. Of course, I stayed at my mum's friend's house.

No, he is not in a coma. I don't feel like typing up all the list of what's wrong with him and I'm not up for being on MSN this week. Phoning or emailing me works wonders. Or Skype since I (shock) have my headset device. D:

So, all in all, I hate Calgary, I hate Calgary, I hate Calgary and I never ever want to go back there again. (Perhaps I will go to Vancouver, maybe stop in Calgary for your guys' grad but I never want to go back ever again. The city hates me, and I hate the city. Then again, what with me suddenly having to be like most of my peers' parents, I'll likely have to make semi-regular visits to take care of him if/when he gets home which won't be this week or the next or possibly the one after that)


Did I mention I hate Calgary?


I have classes tomorrow morning. To bed. Maybe. Wheee, I am angry, M is for drugs as I shall read Ansem Retort in all it's crack glory.

edit I did little "spending time with friends" btw. Hm. I'll have Socio tomorrow morning and not be a big ball of anger D:

edit 2 (Jan4, 10:55am) admittedly I'm mostly bitter, but er, looking back at what I wrote last night, that was really "YARRRHATE" and such. Huh.