Tuesday, November 8, 2011

I gave up

And made a tumblr.
;_; Sorry blogger.
10wastedminutes.tumblr.com

This is a test

To see just what posterous syncs.

Saturday, September 17, 2011

LET ME DO MY HOMEWORK PLZ.

MATH1000.
All of my assignments are done online.
The first thing I had to do was a "diagnostic test" just to make sure that my math skill was, you know, decent enough to be in calc class.
The way the teacher explained it made it seem optional. so I was like: I'll do it when I have time.

Then he was like: you need to do the diagnostic test to unlock your other assignments. Your first assignment is due monday. The assignment didn't seem hard either so I was like: I'll do them this weekend.

Last night I finished my Chem assignment, and I was bushed, so I played a bit of Lol and went to sleep early with Jordan.

I got up early to do my Math Diagnostic test and my assignment, only to find out the diagnostic test was 'due' yesterday.

I can't do it, and all my other assignments are locked because of that.

FML.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Dear Library kids.

Yes, you two little girls there, with the cornrows in your hair, one of you is wearing pink and is younger, the other is slightly older.
Please stop singing.
1. You're in a library, there is a reason we provided those headphones for you.
2. neither of you can sing. At least, not when you' half la-di-dahing along with your headphones in.
3. Your music is shitty.
4. You're both singing different songs.
5. Did I mention this is a library?

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Dear Ayaan Hirsi Ali,

I just finished reading your book: Infidel. I couldn't put it down. I read it on the bus, I read it at work when I wasn't supposed to, I read it standing up and walking down the sidewalk (Which, in truth, is not very wise).

As a young white woman who has grown up in Canada, your story both humbled, and deeply inspired me. I'm eighteen years old with an interest in politics, human rights, and the future of our world. Never before has something moved me this much in the direction of wanting to make a difference. Your book has made me think, even reconsider some of my attitudes on the multicultural policies that my own country hold.

I cannot thank you enough for sharing your story. I wish I could write more but there is so much that I don't know how to say. (And the chances of you reading this are pretty slim).

Inspired and sincerely,
Paige

Thursday, August 4, 2011

trew luhve

Cans

You can't close a can, so it carries a certain sense of urgency. You need to drink it before it  spills, you need to drink it before you go anywhere. You can't take it on the bus and you can't leave it around your house because dust will settle into it or a fly might get in there and you wouldn't even be able to see it.
That's another problem with cans, you can't see through them. Someone could slip something in there and you wouldn't even know until you drank it. Hell, they could add a poison, and the poison could change the colour of the drink if it damn well wanted, but you wouldn't know, because it's in a can.

But cans are made out of aluminum, which is pretty sweet. So we'll deal.

(this is why I buy my energy drinks in the big cans, you know, with the tops on them. Not because I need that much energy drink, but because I can close it, and take it on the bus, and take it to work.
I guess I'm not only paying for more energy drink (Which I don't even need) but I'm also paying for the convince of the lid. I guess I'm getting screwed by the corporation.
And it tastes like taurine and ginseng. Delish)