Best day ever!

I was walking along outside my res when something caught my eye. I looked down and there it was: a bright, shiny . . .

Paintball!

Okay, it was not the best day ever. But if I had put "Boring, bland, blah day with some humdrum ho hum on the side," you would have never bothered to continue reading. Sadly, that is how my life is right now.

There is absolutely nothing going on! Everyone is holed up studying from dawn until dusk (well, to be more accurate about the university kid's sleep schedule, from noon until dawn). I wish I had awesome stories to tell like Rach, but I've got zilch.

On the exam update:

1. French oral: terminated
2. Journalism: terminated
3. History: doom still impending
4. French written: boredom still impending
5. Psychology: Scantron joy impending
6. Linguistics: don't make me laugh

Colours are fun. You see how little I have in my life? Font colours on a blog! This is rock bottom, folks.

What is keeping me sane? Six more days until I go home!

HEY! I do have something to write about. I finished How I Met Your Mother (much more quickly than I'm proud to admit) and am in dire need of a new show. If you have suggestions, please share.

Requirements:

• Must humour me (and I'm talking guffawing and hysterical paroxysms of laughter that will make me want to re-enact the scene at the next cocktail party. Shows eliciting pity laughs need not apply.)
• Minimal cliff hangers (I do not want to be stuck in front of my laptop for the next month trying to see what happens next, though I do understand that some level of cliff hanging is required to make a show successful.)
• Minimal thought needed to enjoy the show
• This is the big one: AVAILABLE ON DC++

I started watching Glee and I still don't know if I really like it. There are just too many characters that make me want to claw my eyes out. Then, just as I'm about to stop watching it forever, Sue says something about caning children or the poor wheelchair kid gets pushed off the stage. How they toy with my emotions! The fiends!

Now I'm officially out of any material that may be remotely interesting to you. Here is proof: the next big thing coming up in my life is scouring our room to make it ready for inspection. They sent us a little pamphlet telling us exactly what we have to do and I do not like all those action words they put on there: wipe, vacuum, remove, empty, CLEAN! The horror! Our res has been here since about 1945 and I'm pretty sure not one student in all that time has ever cleaned our room.

As you can see, my life is just exploding with fineness.