Fuck you this is my home

Lately I’ve been feeling like I’ve signed up for something way above my intelligence quotient. I have a midterm approaching this Friday and I feel like I know nothing… or that there is too much to comprehend in such a short period of time. And the previous assignments are incapable of demonstrating how unprepared I am for this test.

I feel like the statistical analysis involved in economics is overwhelming. There are so many unaccounted variables…

I went to an economic symposium today. It was interesting, today’s topic was on developing economies, there was some very interesting theories and some very half baked theories, but who am I to judge? I’m the guy who is going to fail his simple econometrics midterm on Friday…

In effect, it was an interesting series of lectures, and I’d be willing to talk about any of them any time if anyone is interested, but I won’t bore you with it. Or waste my time typing it out.


I’m pretty sure I’m failing psych 110

I just hate that class… the neufelds are in that class. I hate that class.

I hate anyone that tell me saskatoon sucks while looking from some sort of agreement. It’s not that I would live in Saskatoon or that I plan on growing old here with my white picket fence. But it’s the principle. I love this place… I of course, like everyone, had to get over my rebellious contempt for my home, which spawned from years of living here. Saskatoon is a beautiful city, and a lot of people whoa re not from saskatoon would concur.

There is a new girl at work who has her mixology course and is convinced she knows everything (nothing) about bartending. She hates saskatoon. And she stated that she consciously chose not to get a job anywhere in saskatoon because she thinks every bar here is brutal and everything about here sucks (not that a mixology course really gave that dumb bitch the option of working anywhere)… and she wasn’t nearly hot enough for me to pretend that I agreed with her…

And while she has been here her entire 23 years, she is too ridiculous to understand that saskatoon isn’t just the hillbilly infested dragon hat wearing holding pen it has been stereotyped as being. Because what she doesn’t know is that:

Calgary is where we unload them from the holding pen.

Anyway when I worked on that movie 4 years ago I was standing with my friend nathan and as we were talking Sirish interrupted and (Sirish was a director from bollywood, who had been reduced to a 2nd assistant director in canada) said that he loves this place.

Nathan turned to him and said “really? No sarcasm?”

Sirish “No man I love this place. Why?”

Nathan “well most people say this place is a shit hole”

Sirish “ Nathan let me tell you something if someone comes here and tells you that saskatoon sucks you say: “fuck you this is my home man.” Okay?”

So fuck you this is my home… man.