So, while I’m far from confident about tomorrow, I just went through the practice exam and did pretty well, whereas when I tried to do it last week and it kicked my ass. So now the plan is to go through my class notes while I keep one eye on game 1 of the NBA finals (go Spurs), and maybe even head to the bar for a drink around 10:00.

Honestly, I’m just shooting for a 61 on this puppy; anything more than that is gravy. 61% would give me 70% for the course, and I have to tell you…I have no problem with a 70% in accounting. I can pad my marks with the two IT courses later…

This morning, around 4:30 AM, I was awoken by a strange and sudden sound outside my room, not unlike dozens of tiny fingers scratching at my window. I sprung from the bed, poised & ninja-like, ready to kick some elfy ass. Then I realized it was just the sprinklers on a timer, and felt very very stupid. Couldn’t get back to sleep though, which made for a long morning.

Classroom portion is finished. All that’s left is to study and write the exam tomorrow morning. I’ll keep an eye on the gym this evening to see if I can sneak in a few hoops, but other than that the plan is to reinforce today’s material and just review the rest. I don’t think I’m gonna learn anything new at this point. Brain full already. Ug.

The Kings Of Leon, who’re passing through Toronto soon, are yet another band I’d like to se live, but won’t because they’re playing at The Kool Haus. The $24.50+ ticket price isn’t exactly winning me over either.

However, I’m considering getting tickets for the Sleater-Kinney concert at the Phoenix after all. Better band, less $$ and not at the Shit Haus.

Fantastic. Just in time for me to finish my course and escape the training compound (as I now call it), the forecast calls for five days of rain.

I’m listening to The Woods again. I made myself wait a whole 4 days, but it’s just as good as I remember (and before you say that it’s ridiculous that I might forget something after four days, let me remind you that I’ve been trapped in a compound living and breathing accounting since Sunday morning, so I remember little beyond my own name and how to calculate direct labour efficiency variance) and, despite the big change in sound & style, shoves me around just as much as Dig Me Out or Call The Doctor do.

Today was much easier (for me, anyway) than the previous three. Management accounting is much better than financial accounting ’cause it’s logical. Financial requires you to learn a whole slew of rules, many of which defy common sense. Management’s easier; it’s just math and thinking like…well, a manager rather than an accountant.

So far this week the prof has made an analogy to sex (during the revenue recognition portion…something about ‘too early’) and made a reference to ‘Pimp My Ride’. Seriously. I’m glad she’s the prof; I can’t even imagine how hideous this class would be if we had a hump teaching it.

Day 4 and still no ice cream or dessert. Right leg hurts like a motherfucker from lack of stretching (see last night’s post).

There’s a rumour that ours will be the last MBA class my company sponsors. So that makes us lucky, I suppose. Just doesn’t feel like it right now, in the thick of accounting. Oh well; at least I didn’t leave the classroom today wanting to jump in front of a train.

I. Fucking. Hate. Cash flow statements.

Tonight, badminton (!) was the sport of choice in the gym. I needed some exercise, so I decided to pick up a racket for the first time since high school. Biiiiiiiig mistake. It was fun, but I didn’t stretch (I figured it would be some people doinking it back and forth, but there were lots of other people who’d played competitively before) and I played for over an hour. Three doubles matches (we won 2) and two singles (I won both). It was good to get a good sweat going, and I’m not that tired, but my muscles are gonna be sore from lunging and shit.

Jesus, I’m out of shape. But at least I have more power now than I had when I was 145 pounds…

So the Heat lost. Too bad; I’d liked to have seen them win the whole thing, just to rub Kobe’s face in it, but I guess it’s good for Detroit to prove they’e not just a fluke.

Today’s looking like another roaring good time. I’ll say this for the class: it goes quickly. She doesn’t slow down much, and we’re always pounding away (I killed about twenty pieces of paper yesterday), so by the time you think to look at the clock it’s nearly lunch.

Hmmm…I suspect one of those “pancakes” I just ate was Che reincarnate, as it seems there’s guerrilla warfare being waged in my stomach. Ugh.

…the only thing keeping me sane right now is Explosions In The Sky. Especially “Memorial”.