Back in Mtl

OK. That was a {fill in zany word of choice here} week. I have clearly been experiencing some serious case of writers block, disorientation, and one major hangi this fine saturday Afte.

In the past week i have

1) realised the true meaning of the word beauracracy:
I ran around mcgill like a donkey on heat chasing after advisors and professors. That running around was obviously slowed down by the exasperating , world renown red tape we experience here at mcgill i.e. the ridikyulously long lines in any administrative office. this feeling of annoyance was further heightened by the feeling that none of these new part time faculty desk clerks really kn0w anything about the information they were giving. No faculty wants jurisdiction over anything. So the tiny insignificant student should be sent around faculty after faculty trying to convince them that it IS their job to give me approval for a certain course.
In the midst of my growing frustration i did come accross one Lady at the faculty of engineering who was rather organised, and believe me, i showered her with praise. She was quick, to the point, and admitted to not knowing when indeed she had no clue. Turns out she seemed to help me most out of the hundereds of faculty personell i saw past 4 days. So silver lining, maybe..but the line gets swept away but the overwhelming winds of BEAURACRACY in this institution.

2) There is sometimes a good apple in the barrel of bad ones..
I experienced my first Tax return! among my stunning load of bills recieved during my 2 month vacation to Kenya was 4 cheques from the goverment of canada and the gvt of Quebec. Now coming from a country where taxes and thier intent vanish into the cynic air of the city, This was rather a big deal for me. Money? from the gvt? for simply filing my returns? I am still trying to grapple with the meaning of all of this. There must be catch. No infinite lineups at Times towers or Nyayo house, no hassle of filing them(in fact i paid someone 15 bucks to do them for me),. Workshops, software and the internet to show you how? I should be paying them!

3)You think you know..but u dont!
Ambition, while the greatest proppelant to success, will also be the uncontrollable motor to disaster for those that let it get the best of them..... I have a friend, who i thought I was fairly close to. This is a person you have grown to like, have helped numerously without expecting anything in return just out of admiration of their character.
Shortly, I am hearing from the most unexpected of sources, that the dude is getting hitched. You know the story..this is no ordinary ceremony. This is one of those propelled by ambition. One of those in a desperate pursuit of what we like to call the 'key to the canadian/american city' - the work permit/residency makaratisi's. Heeeneway, it turns out this 'friend' either felt too much shame admitting this to me or thought i would somehow deviously hamper his master plan. My unexpected source makes it clear that the latter was the sum of his fears.
Am i more disturbed at his not telling me or at the reason for him not telling me? Either way it left a bitter taste in the mouth having to hear this from someone esle. THere are more dynamics to the story wheich i would love to divulge , but are beyond the point of this here paragraph.

4) Start planning early.
I am already having doubts as to whether ill be able to hack getting into grad school right after I graduate. This is Mid september. Most Applicaitons are due early March. Not nearly enuff time to kiss lots of potential reference ass, prepare and take my GMAT/GRE, start coaxing the zachs to prepare for anaa tremendous outpout of fees for the next 2 years, figure myself out for my essays and personal statement(probly most difficult task), Up my GPA by dramaticaly in 2 semesters; wow..it just occured to me as i wrote that sentence that i should first of all kiss my socla life goodbye. Moral of the story? start thinking about graduate school like 3 years earler. No really. 3 years is good time. My bro tells me about people who take this ardent task more than seriously: finding mentors, taking classes on handling the applicaiton process, on how to kiss ass etc etc...THis worries me a great deal. DO i stand a chance?

Ok in accordance with this new realisaiton of how badly organised i have to be to get through with this year, allow me to bail. Saturday yes, but lots of this i have to get rollin. Starting with taking a shower.(yes it is 4pm).. I smell not too good.

For u newbies at virtaul insanity - karibuni . Do us proud. Blog atleast once a day. Hopefully i wont be the only sad individual whos social life is reduced to a website.

One love.