It seems my habit of updating this here site was one rooted in the environs of McKay Hall and McMaster University; it has not yet established itself as part of the Base Line routine. However, the internet has been busy in my absence, and I am now the number one source of psychological torment on the world wide web. According to google at least. And google never lies. If you don’t believe me, just go to google, enter “psychological torment” and click the button that says “I’m feeling lucky,” punk. This occurence is quite momentous, for while I may be already the number one source of “Damon Muma” on the net, I am me, and that comes as little surprise. Psychological torment is definitely much more exciting and far-reaching, as well as suitably dark and mysterious, which is totally cool! Just ask Maddox. Also amusing because until today the words “psychological torment” had not appeared anywhere on my site for a week or so, though I really don’t know how long this has been going on for. I can assure you, the public, that this entry has nothing to do with defending my position and has occured only from the desire to relate important occurences as they occur.
In what will quite possibly be the last academic news for a good juicy four months, all my marks have finally rolled in to be posted on MUGSI (which coincidentally wins the runner-up award for lamest acronym ever; I don’t know the winner but let’s just say my pessimism allows for the fact that one even more truly horrible must exist somewhere). First things first, I did pretty well, I get to keep my three thousand dollar scholarship, so maybe I shouldn’t complain at all. I mean a perfect 12/12 (McMasterese for A+) in CMST (McMasterese for Communication Studies) is definitely reason for celebration. But now that I’ve gotten all that dang positivity out of the way, let’s focus on some disturbing statistics:
Average for courses in the two fields I have chosen to major in: 9.5
Average for courses in the one field I almost majored in, but chose not to: 10.0
Average for courses in the two fields I am likely never taking again: 11.0
Finding out you’re doing your worst and abandonning your best: Priceless
It seems something is terribly wrong here, and that perhaps my life is barrelling down the wrong set of tracks into an oblivion of meaninglessness and mediocrity. O cruel fate! O harbinger of disconsolate woe! (NB: while it’s not an acronym, “ahem” is a pretty retarded way of onomatopoeiaing the clearing of a throat. my new contest is for you to come up with a good alternative) Another sort of disappointment is that the exam that I studied the most for and felt the most confident about both going into and coming back out of, and even actually had fun writing, and caused me to decide to major in the small programme that makes itself seem like they are oh so desperate for students… was the only one that lowered my mark. Thanks a lot you assholes. I must have gotten about 74 or so on the Comp Lit exam to get the mark I did, whereas the CMST exam, which had quite a few instances of me making stuff up to answer questions I was clueless about, I got 89+ on. Life is not without its lessons though. What do I take from this experience? Going to concerts the night before I have multiple exams universally improves my mark! I guess maybe I should be pleased with those results, after all, I do like going to concerts. And that’s it with talk of school. The subject will be ousted from this webpage for the span of 115 days. With any luck I will soon be able to whine about my job though, and thus I will have a source of distemper to harp on about. But that is of course dependant on me finding one.
What else has been going on? A whole lot really. Key points? I can’t find any real flaws in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (wicked sick movie!), my brother DJed at a party at Colin’s house (wicked sick tunes!), and, aaaaand. Well. There’s a whole slew of other stuff that I can’t be bothered to remember right now. And hot damn was it fun or what!