July 2nd.

Soo as i was working today at Mcdix, i received a call from the National Defense of Canada. I was like wtf? So than a corporal at my unit calls me and she's like "Hey Private Cheng, are you able to go to training on July 2nd? This is a yes or no answer, and i need the answer now." So obviously i said yes. But damn guys, i have so little days left in vancouver and i didn't even expect it, when they turned me down a few weeks ago. Just when i was getting stoked for July i receive a call like this. Whatever s'all good and guess what? The training camp is in Alberta. So guys if you miss me, love me, want me, anything to do with me write me emails and if i ever get a chance i'll probably read em first thing.

I hope i get my student loan application done before i leave too, because if my application doesn't get accepted i'm fucked. Wish me luck boyz and galz. At least i got my course selection done! So if you guys are going to langara and wanna eat lunch, i get 2hour lunch break on Mondays at 12:30 until 2.30, Tuesdays at 12.30 and then one hour break on wednesday from 1.30 - 2.30. Pretty happy that i got my schedule sorted out, because i only have 3 days of school and 4 day long weekend every single week for first semester. YAY

Gonna try to go out as much as possible, so who's down to chill this weekend?

Let the days count down baby....

Course .. What?

Fuck, i hate course planning. Why am i being so hateful lately? Because we're all human, i'm sure you all fucking complain, don't tell me you don't.
I'm sure if you were course planning, you'd be frustrated. Currently i've been sitting here for more than 1.5hr planning out how my courses will work out. Of course i have to budget lunch time and i don't want morning classes which start at 8.30 and thinking about if i should get friday's off to relax and chill and study and do whatever the hell i want. And course confliction fucking suxs shit.

I've come to realization that being human isn't so easy. Just when things seemed easier as it gets since it's Summer, i feel that saying a simple sorry is fucking hard. You might just think that "eh, how hard is it to say it? stop being a pussy." I mean even getting my grandpa something was a hassle, the worse part was giving it to him. I ran out of ideas on fathers day for my grandpa, so i bought him a chocolate bar. Instead i lost my pair of balls and ate it myself. I guess people have to earn some courage in order to "grow a pair," however it's not easy as it sounds.