I always complain about feeling like shit, physically and emotionally. People always tell me I should go to the doctor. When, exactly, dear sir/madam, will I have time to go to the doctor when my life is consumed by school? I appreciate your interjection, but you clearly don't know what it's like to be a physicist.

Thanks for coming out, though.

How to slowly go insane.

By no means do I recommend this behaviour.

- Sleep approximately 3.5 hours a night for 3 weeks straight while drinking excessive amounts of caffeine.
- Eat infrequently (~once a day), or eat at awkward times (1am-5am).
- Then, do large amounts of homework day in day out, all the while preoccupying your free thoughts with things that annoy you or cause you mental/emotional anguish.
- On the weekends, get drunk and do stupid things (e.g. drunk texting/dialing/driving)
- empty your wallet on unnecessary purchases.
- Surround yourself with people who annoy you.

It's been a hell of a month back at school. I've been drinking too often, and spent every other night up late doing homework.

I still haven't quite set in to my schedule yet. But it's only a matter of time.

I'll keep you posted.

Started a tutoring job today. A grade 11 female student. She's nice, but math isn't her strong suit. That's what I'm there for. Her family is so sweet, and they've got a pretty ballin' ass house.

Buying Things at the Dollar Store.

There is this way that our mind plays tricks on us, where we're much more inclined to spend $20 in twenty $1 increments, rather than spending the full $20 on one thing. It's why people spend so much money at the strip club: it's just so darn easy to lose track of how many dollar bills you've shoved down that stripper's panties (in the US, anyway).

The same is true for people who shop at the dollar store, myself included. You just find so many things you're willing to spend a single loonie on something you didn't think you needed. You convince yourself that you need it, and since it's so cheap, you just HAVE to get it. Today, I bought Tarp. You know, that big blue sheet you use to cover your car or boat so rain doesn't get in there. I didn't just buy one. I bought two. Two 4x6ft tarps...for no real reason except that they were only 1.25+tax each. I also purchased a microfibre cloth, fine-tip markers, epoxy glue, and very nearly purchased myself another laser pointer. Eventually, I stopped looking for stuff, because I didn't want to spend TOO MUCH money. But yeah, I still have no real use for the Tarp(s). Tablecloth? Floor runner for my student house? Probably the second one, since one of my roommates has a dog that before I decided to live there, defecated and urinated in my room on a regular basis. The poo is gone, but the stains remain...as a reminder that I'm getting shafted on this deal. I'm pretty sure my room was like... a workout/utility room for the rest of the house converted into a legitimate bedroom. I don't mind though, the shelves in my closet are already labelled for my weights. :)

Anyway, this is getting to be a little tl:dr. So I'm done.

man, i suck at posting in here. too busy with the porn and the cigarettes I suppose. who knows? maybe i'm just trying to live my life or something, and not spend all my time on the computer.


that's a lie, i'm on the the computer all the time, i just can't figure out what the fuck to write in here sometimes. I hear funny things all the time, but I always forget them by the time I get back to my apartment and login to the blog. Sad sad life.

Yeah, I know... I was supposed to dissect some song lyrics the other day. Boo hoo, I felt lazy that afternoon, but you expected that, right?

Anyway, I saw "Inception" the other day with my buddy Walter. I would describe the movie in its entirety, but I think enough people have been raving about the movie, so I will resist the urge to talk about it. I will just say it was a fantastic movie. I love the whole premise of the thing.

yeah, i've been lazier than usual. shocking. I hurt my neck yesterday morning, so I don't really feel like doing anything than watching the Family channel and maybe, maybe, play guitar. who knows.

So I was thinking I might start discussing, more like ripping apart the lyrics of today's popular music. Just because I find it amusing. I think you (the reader) might too. I will start with Taio Cruz's "Dynamite"... later on today, because I'm too lazy right now.

So this past Sunday was the final day of Beerfest 2010.

I was feeling so tired from having such little sleep over the previous 6 days, but no matter, I was getting to see some of my old friends, so I got in the car with my buddy Walter and we headed down to Toronto to my Twin friends' place. The one who set this whole group outing, one Laurie Karnis, was considerate enough to remember I was lactose intolerant when she ordered food for all of us. So she ordered me a vegan pizza. Problem was, they put feta cheese on it. That's not vegan, but whatever. I ate it anyway.

We get to the place, and were given a plastic cup, and 5 drink tokens. First drink I sample is 2 tokens, so clearly, this was going to prove to be an expensive day. By the time the Fest closes, I'm pretty buzzed, closer to the drunk side, standing on the streetcar while a bunch of drunk Fest-ers are chanting random songs. I wanted to join in, but I resisted. I can't be a douchebag all the time.

Anywho, the majority of the group proceeded to go to sushi for dinner, but I was full...of beer, so I went to a pub with my friend Garrett to drink MORE beer.

10:30pm, everyone meets back up, some people part ways, and we end up back at the Twins' place. I was fairly inebriated at this point, so 5 minutes after Laurie throws on an episode of True Blood, I'm passed out.

Beer + Friends - $120 = good times!

I haven't posted in a while. I apologize, I've been busy.

...that's a lie. I've just been lazy.

But yeah.

Went to the Elora Gorge yesterday with my family and my cousins and stuff.

We ate various barbecued items, then sat around, played cards, smoked cigarettes, and made fun of each other over a duration of 8 hours. Pretty standard.

Shiny things are TME

They're nice to look at, sure. They scream of prestige and cleanliness. But the maintenance of a shiny stainless steel surface is much TME for my taste. I prefer the scratchy, buffed metal look. That requires nearly no maintenance. I scratched my shiny new iPod the other day, and the little vain voice inside my head cried for days. I am however, a pragmatist, and as such, to never have to worry about blemishing the "perfect" surface of the iPod ever again, I chose to make it imperfect. So I took 600-grade sandpaper and made the metal backing of the device nice and rough, removing the scratch, slightly fading the Apple logo, and making it look like it's been used quite a bit. I don't worry about scratches anymore. It'll just add to the aesthetic I've created.

Long weekend activities - What NOT to do: Part One

So this weekend was a long one. I don't know which holiday it was, and honestly, I don't really care. Saturday, got home from work around 7am.

I started the weekend with my standard workout. I realized that the last month of exercise was not as strenuous as I thought, because as I increased the amount of weight I use on my dumbbells, I struggled a lot more than I usually did. So I'm hoping to get more results from now on.

After the workout, I had lunch with the family (which consists of mom, dad, and my sister Amanda) at this buffet on Kennedy and Courtneypark called Wasabi. It's called a Grand Buffet because it contains Chinese, Japanese, and Korean food. It's not a bad place to eat, but there are better places too.

Following lunch, Amanda and I went to our friend Jon's place, because it was his father's birthday. We struggled for 20 minutes trying to set up the volleyball net in his backyard. The boundaries were small, because there were many obstacles on the outskirts of the court.

After enjoying volleyball and playing on the Wii for a few hours, I went to see an old friend of mine. We got to talking, and I forgot that I had left the radio on for approximately two hours! So when I left said friend, my car wouldn't start. I didn't realize the battery was dead until after Jon had to fetch my father and bring him around to boost the car. I was terrified I had caused some permanent damage. But thankfully, no. So yeah, don't leave your battery running for a long time. It's not good for business.

Coffee coffee coffee, how I love thee. You get me through the day, you are very enjoyable alongside a cigarette and how very 'regular' you keep me.

I have a caffeine addiction. It's a problem. A cup of coffee when I wake, a cup of coffee before work, after meals, hanging out with friends. So much coffee, and I wonder why my heart goes a mile a minute after being up for the better part of THREE DAYS STRAIGHT. I was finally self-aware of this addiction this morning when the nescafe' coffee machine at my workplace gypped me of my coffee. What happened was...the little paper cup didn't drop properly, so when the coffee dispensed, it dispensed right into the drain below. TEAR TEAR =(

Needless to say, I didn't even get upset. Instead, I planned my next move. I immediately put the next dollar into the machine, and when the cup dropped, I ignored the "drink filling" red light, and shoved my hand into the slot, putting the cup where it needed to be. Luckily, I didn't burn my hand, but even if I did, I wouldn't have minded. COFFEE COFFEE COFFEE. *Drools*.

I always discover new things to talk about in this blog while I'm working at night. The problem is, recently, I've had trouble remembering what I was going to talk about.

I finally remembered one.

The vast majority of popular music is bass, snare, and questionable lyrics.

I swear, every time one of the new "hottest" tracks is released, the lyrics involve going to the club, being dressed in high fashion, doing shots, and convincing women that it's okay to cheat on their boyfriends when said men are not around. It's kind of upsetting to hear younger people spouting these lyrics, posting to their facebook statuses, and what have you, as if it were religious doctrine. Maybe I'm just super conservative. Or maybe the morals of today are far too liberal.

People have been telling me I have a nice voice, and that I should be on the radio. Does that just mean I'm ugly? The term "a face for radio" comes to mind.

Yay, there's internet at my new apartment now. =] Degenerate behaviour shall resume as soon as the house is fully moved. That should take about 3-4 more days.

Almost completely moved into my new apartment now, since we hired movers to bring the really big items on Thursday. There's still a lot of random crap to bring, but that's really all my parents stuff. The only things I still have at this house are my laptop, a container with clothes, and my guitars. As of tomorrow, I will staying at the apartment full time.

no homo, but I think the Jonas Brothers are actually kinda talented.

fixed my bike the other day, hoping to get a good ride on that thing at some point this week...if i'm not too tired or too lazy to move...kinda like right now.

I got nothing. Be back in a couple of days.

My past-times

Current hobbies:

- Playing guitar
- Smoking cigarettes (usually while drinking coffee)
- Playing poker online (I'm actually not bad)
- Sitting (takes up the majority of my day)
- Eating.

I've also been working out every other day since...two weeks ago or something.
The scale says I've lost 5lbs, but I don't look different. Current weight is 190lbs. I intend on being 165-170 by earliest...September 2010, latest...April of 2011. Motivation is difficult, but if I never put in the effort, I'll never be successful.

On another note, my iPod came back in the mail. The hold switch works properly, thank the good sweet Lord. I didn't want to have to send that thing back again.

For some reason, there's been a baby blue jay on my front porch for a couple of days. It's not there the whole time, but it's there. This morning, as I was trying to get into my house after returning from work, the baby blue jay's mother attacked me. Really, she just headbutted me. Not cool, man.

My New iPod

Those who know me know I am highly against buying the sleek, stylish products of one Apple Incorporated. However, having purchased an iPod Touch for my father on ebay, I stumbled onto an auction for a 160gb Black iPod Classic. Such high capacity even weakens my hatred for Apple, and I won the auction for the device. I am pleased with it. Such high storage space gives me the ability to have so many friggin' songs available for people should they decide to listen to my iPod. You want "Boogie Nights"? I got "Boogie Nights".

EDIT: My hold switch was faulty. I sent it back to be exchanged. BLAH

Found the remote

For some reason, I'm still watching the family channel. :P

Where's the remote?

So usually, when I get home from work, I pop on the comedy network, or spike. I turned on the family channel the other day because they were showing the original Batman movie, and I haven't been able to find the remote since. So when I get home from work, I watch "Handy Manny", "The Imagination Movers" and "Wizards of Waverly Place" before eventually passing out on the couch. I think it's cute how Handy Manny essentially teaches children spanish, by the many spanish characters on the show saying spanish sentences, and immediately repeating the phrase in english. =] The imagination movers is lame, and I really don't want to explain what it's about. Wizards of Waverly place is overacted, but I'm still amused. I need to find the remote control very badly.

The emotional rollercoaster in my head.

EDIT: deleted due to self-hatred.

My bed sucks.

All of last academic year, I slept on my sister's old mattress. She had used that very same mattress through most of her youth, and as such, was very used to its...form, so to speak. It is probably the worst mattress in the history of man, and I'm including beds made out of pure granite. This mattress feels like it would be more comfortable than the floor, but if you thought that, you'd be wrong, because I've felt better waking up on the floor than with the devil-mattress. Or maybe I'm just bitter because I slept on it today, my back now really hurts, and I have to work all night.

Sure, I'm bitter for other reasons, but this is today's number one.

to those who prefer vitamin/flavoured water to regular water.

Really, you're just drinking juice. Don't be like, "Oh man, I'm so thirsty, I need some water," and then go and get a raspberry or citrus water. Just get some regular water and stop being a huge douchebag about it.

Having a random day off during the week is not the greatest holiday

Why couldn't my work just let me work yesterday, and have today off instead? I would've loved them for that, but nooooo, having thursday off was what happened. Fan-friggin'-tastic. Now my sleep pattern is all screwy for tonight. Now I feel like garbage (pronounced gar-bahhhhhge).

I need something to do. Any suggestions?

When the cat's away, the mice will...be more productive than usual?

My supervisor has been on vacation since monday, and it seems like the entire night staff in hematology has been working double time to get stuff done. It's nicer, because now, when we're finished our nightly "quotas" for work, we have to pretend to do stuff in order to look busy, which is a chore on it's own. On Monday, when we finished our work for the night, we just sat there and chatted, and didn't feel bad about it at all. It's kinda nice.

Last night, however, it was clear the night wasn't going to go as easily as most others. Apparently, the computers in the Data Entry department were down for a few hours in the afternoon, which slows down pretty much all things at the lab. By the time I arrive, usually, about 6500-7000 samples have been processed, so I would only have about 2000-3000 samples personally to work with. Since the computers were down, only about 4500 samples were done by the time I got there, leaving me to deal with approximately 5000. What frustrates me even more, is that the afternoon shift, knowing full well that they were behind schedule, still left some work behind to leave for me when I got there. When I showed up, about 10:55pm, they were still sitting at their stations, just chatting away. You know that you haven't been productive in a long time when you're chatting so long, you forget it's about time to clock out and go home. Fuckin' lazy sons of bitches couldn't finish off their work so I'd have slightly less to worry about. The worst part is, the afternoon shift has two people to do what I do all by myself in the night shift. They are probably just lazy first year university students who actually think the work they're doing is difficult. Assholes.

Not feeling so great.

I dunno. Maybe it's just because I'm lactose intolerant and I decided to have real milk with my coffee this morning. But I just feel like absolute crap. Just an overall crappy feeling, along with some emotional crap I've been going over the last couple of days. I wish I had something funny to say, but I'm not in the mood.

tips for sleeping well.

I lied, it's not really quality sleep, but it feels kinda nice. I have a shot of whiskey before sleeping and I sleep like a frickin' little baby. You may drool. I know I do.

The Beginnings of Road Rage

Recently, I have been developing a lower and lower tolerance on the road. This is really just for one particular thing... entering the highway. The on-ramp to the highway gives you enough time to accelerate to the posted speed limit of 100km/hr. Why is it, then, that I see so many people entering the highway at 70km/hr?!?!?!?!? Seriously? I'm a courteous driver, so I slow down to let these people on. But f.f.s, step on it a little, would you? I'm running late for work sometimes.

Poor skills at All-You-Can-Eat Buffets can be hazardous to your health

So yesterday, Father's Day, my family decided it would be a great idea to go to a buffet (in Scarborough, Super Buffet, on Markham Road) for dinner. We did not have reservations, so once we stepped in the door, there appeared to be close to 30 people, mostly filipino, waiting to be seated.

Surprisingly, we were seated in 15 minutes from arriving, but were told that we had only 1.5 hours to eat. This isn't really a problem, because we usually eat pretty quickly.

The problem was, there were so many people in the buffet, that the traffic in the buffet area was ridiculous. The restaurant serves lobster and oysters at dinner time, so the majority of people wait in line for these delicious items, holding out their plates hoping to get randomly served ahead of other people in line. If you are Chinese, you'll get good pieces in the middle of the line. Any other race, however, and you'll get your lobster/oyster when you reach the front of the line, but you'll get a shitty piece, like, the head of the lobster, or the smallest oyster in the serving container. I didn't even bother to get in line, but my loving mother gave me some. Thanks, mama. =]

Another problem that arises, is bumping into people, rather, people bumping into you. When you're walking around the buffet tables, you're looking at all the food. You see something further away, so you start walking towards it, and then something else catches your eye! You keep walking towards your first choice, but your eyes stay on the random surprise you spotted. So you walk into someone that was standing in front of you, that person being one Warren De La Cruz. KEEP YOUR FUCKING EYES IN FRONT OF YOU. If I get sweet and sour sauce on my white t-shirt, I will gouge your eyes out with chopsticks, I swear to you. Thankfully for the human race, I have never been stained by other people's food. One day though, someone will make a mistake, and there will be absolute carnage. :]

blah. Sunday. what more is there to say?

My Friday night will always suck more than yours.

I hate having to leave a party early. My friend, Evan Webb had a little house party at his house in Mississauga last night, and I decided to attend for a couple of hours, since he's a pretty good friend of mine and all. I realize that my GPS navigator needs to be updated, because it made me go around in a circle looking for his place because a certain road that currently exists did not exist in my navigator's database. that wasted about 20 minutes of gasoline driving around at about 70km/hour. LOVELY. Anywho, I finally got there, and it was a good time, but then I had to leave to drive Michelle Liu (who you can see here) back to Brampton, then go to work, which was only a few kilometers from Evan's house. Sucks.

We finished our work even earlier than usual, finishing the last batch of test tubes at around 4:00am. For those who don't know, I work in the Hematology department at Canadian Medical Laboratories, located at Kennedy and Courtneypark in Mississauga.

On the lighter side of things, I purchased a new bottle of Burberry Touch, my favourite cologne, yesterday. My other bottle is almost empty. boo.

Budgeting Sucks

This morning, I was sitting in the car waiting for my mother to finish work, when I pulled out my pay stub from my pocket. I then got to thinking, I could easily blow 833.60 in about 2 days time, but clearly, I shouldn't, because I need to save money for school. So I decided to bust out my phone's calculator application, and plug numbers in to determine my summer budget, excluding tuition which is being loaned to me by the government.

My net earnings this summer would be about: $5337 CAD

I already killed 345 of that from my first paycheck : $4992

I pay my parents 20 dollars a week for food and stuff over 16 weeks: $4672

I am paying my cell phone bill this summer, about 40/month : $4552

I am paying 50/month for using the internet : $4402

I am buying my father an iPod touch for Father's day (allotting 300 dollars): $4102

I am paying for 6 out of 8 months rent for this year (450/month) : $1402

I owe ~300 on my visa: $1102

With about 10 weeks remaining of summer, that leaves $1102/10: 110.20/week

~$100 per week isn't as bad as I thought, but blowing ~$5000 on roulette would be so much more exciting than budgeting, wouldn't it?

Killing Time At Work

EDIT: 3 days in a row this week, I made small bows and arrows at work out of sheer boredom. I am proud to say that ability to construct this device is great. It worked as expected. I only wish I had the nards to shoot it at the clock (the tip of the arrow is a paper clip, so I might break the clock). =]

Some days at work for me, generally wednesday and friday nights, I finish my primary and secondary duties relatively early, usually at 5:00am (2 hours before clocking out). They do not send you home when you have nothing to do, so when this happens, I get to dick around for 120 minutes. You could easily just stare at ceiling tiles or hum things to yourself, but I think it's much more enjoyable to abuse laboratory supplies. And when I say lab supplies, I'm not really talking about test tubes and pipettes. Really, I'm just playing with standard office supplies

- pens

- rubber bands

- tape

- paper clips

- latex gloves (okay, I guess this is a lab supply)

Usually, I fling rubber bands at the clock, which is located about 8 feet above the ground, about 12 feet from where I was sitting. You'd think it was easy, but I'm pretty shitty at it. I did manage to hit it last friday though, which was surprising. I have yet to hit it a second time.

Last night, I got a little creative and tried to develop new forms of firing rubber bands or other small items at people or objects. I even managed to create a small bow and arrow using multiple rubber bands, bent paper clips and tape. It was pretty shitty, so I threw it out.

I also stage sword fights between my two hands, using pens or wooden sticks, and use latex gloves as balloons.

2 hours later, I clock out, having been paid for wasting resources. I kinda rule.

Saturday

The weather sucked today, so I clearly had no intention of leaving the house. Sadly, I had to drive to Ocean's, the chinese supermarket, so my mom could buy some food. Parking in that plaza sucks, because half of the drivers are oriental asians, who have a fairly accurate stereotype of being bad drivers. Luckily, I made it home alive. After arriving home, I sat on the couch all day and watched the comedy network, which I realized today plays the same things more than once in a day, so I watched the Comedy Now:Russell Peters set for a while, which was funny even after seeing it many times before. I'm currently still on the couch, watching an episode of Corner Gas for the second time today. That show is only subtly amusing. Canadian comedy lacks something, and by something, I mean a lot.

My life is uneventful

I'm currently in the middle of my 3rd week of working at Canadian Medical Labs. The first week, I spent my breaks smoking at least one, at most three cigarettes, drinking coffee and listening to Z103.5 on the radio in my car. In the second week, I started napping on at least one of the breaks, if not both, smoking only one cigarette, drinking only a little coffee. If I decide to not nap, I might just recline my seat and sit in silence, or even worse than silence, I listen to 680 News Radio. Since when did I care what's new in the world? I'm so behind in times, I only play videogames from the 90s, and the occasional game from 2001, but really, that's because my laptop is 7 years old. I do not intend on purchasing a new one anytime soon.

Having money for the first time in a long time

When you have money on a regular basis, you don't really buy a lot of things when you make the trip to the mall. You buy what you need at the time. When you go without money for a long time, you make do with whatever you've got, which kinda sucks, but it's not like you have a choice. Then, when you finally have money, you go and get everything you need.

I received my first paycheck from my current job, 345 dollars of pure joy. I decided to go to the mall and buy things I felt I needed.

- deodorant (3)
- lotion
- foot powder
- mints
- chapstick (2)
- underwear (8 pairs)
- shirts (9)

When you buy all of these things at the same time, I wonder if the cashier actually thinks about what you're buying. I know I would. I would then think, wow, this guy needs all this stuff right away? How's he been getting by until now? Must've been one smelly, chapped-lip, commando, shirtless son of a bitch. I feel almost obligated to explain myself to the cashier. "It's payday, I finally have some money." But then again, that's egocentric, thinking that the cashier actually gave a shit about me in the slightest, dealing with upwards of 50 customers per day. How silly of me.

Starbucks/Adlibbing crappy stories.

Today, I went to Starbucks to meet up with a handful of university friends. I new anything I got there was going to be too expensive. I bought an iced tea. that came up to 1.94. I expected since the size was called Tall that the drink might be a reasonable size. It was small, and tasted shitty anyway. What a waste.

One of the girls there has an interesting romantic life, and when I say interesting, I mean she deals with some cracked out assholes. But whatever. Anyway, most of the time, when people tell me stories, I tend to assume they're going to be boring. So once in a while, I'll chime in and finish their sentences with something that I find amusing or something that is inappropriate (which I also find amusing). For example, today, the girl was discussing the story of her run in with a certain other male friend of mine. Names have been changed to protect those involved.

girl: So when I met Bob, I was really really drunk, so I thought-
me: -You wanted to give him a handjob?
girl: No, I thought he was cute.
me: Continue your story.
girl: So I walk up to him, and he says all smoothly-
me: "I would love it if you gave me a handjob."
girl: OH MY GOD! no. He says it's a little loud in here, wanna go talk in my room? It's right downstairs.
me: so then you say. "I give you happy ending. 5 doh-lah."
girl: You're disgusting.
me: Sorry, continue your story.
girl: So I go up to Natasha, and I say I'm going to leave with him. She says no, and Bob wanders off. When I see him again-
me: He's making out with Natasha?
girl: Shut up. No, he's talking to some other girl. I didn't really talk to him after that.
me: That story sucked.
girl: You're an asshole.

I have better examples of this, but whatever. This happened today, and I thought it was funny, always bringing the joke back to the same handjob related theme. =]
That girl pretty much hates me now, but I still had fun making fun of her.

New Job.

I get paid 12 dollars an hour to do pretty much nothing, alongside funny filipino people.

The downside? I work 11pm-7am.

Looks like I'm going nocturnal this summer.

I have a problem.

I'm pretty obsessed with having perfectly sharp knives, because seriously, what's the point in having a dull knife, unless of course, it's for spreading awesome nutella on your bread.

So I spent the better part of my day sharpening knives, using a sharpening stone for the main process, and a leather belt for polishing.

The knives are now sufficiently sharp.

This, along with the humidity caused me to begin sweating, so the rest of my day has been spent mostly sitting still, as described in my post from 2 days ago.

I start work tomorrow. How productive of me. thumbs down.

many thumbs down.

Sunday.

Nothing better than sitting in your underpants, absolutely still, while watching Star Wars on a hot Sunday afternoon.

ow.

Physical activity always hurts the next day.
Why do I bother? boooooooo.

Keeping Cool in the Summer Weather.

My sister Amanda was complaining today about her poorly ventilated apartment. She explained to me how she wakes up in the night, uncomfortable, and as such, has trouble falling asleep again, tossing and turning for hours on end.

I am sympathetic to her plight, but I disagree with her methods.

Tip 1. STOP MOVING. You'll produce less heat, and thus reach some temperature equilibrium.

Tip 2. You could walk over to the bathroom and splash cold water on your face, but that seems like too much effort (T.M.E).

I would write more, but T.M.E.

P.S. Please see my sister's art blog, amanda-delacruz.blogspot.com, she's kinda awesome.

Edit: My uncle Jesse is currently applying the 'do nothing' method on the couch next to me. Well done.