Hard work is relative. What you consider hard work is not what I, yadda yadda, you know the rest. My definition of hard work is always evolving. In high school, I thought hard work was working at no frills after school. Now, I wouldn’t consider it “hard” by any means. My definition of hard work last week was pulling an all-nighter, staying up until 5pm the next day, sleeping for two hours and doing an assignment until 3am. Next week, it might be different. But whatever the case, the trend is that I am doing more work lately. And that’s good.

With hard work comes blah blah blah. I want the ‘blah’ and I am ready to work my butt off for it. I need one great idea and a few people who believe in me. I am already half way there.

My interests are very much Web 2.0 (or 2.1) related. I still feel there are many applications related to social-networking technologies that have not been exploited. I’ve got tons of ideas. And I am working hard.

I watched the super bowl today. I was pretty hyped for this game especially since I am a Patriots fan (during the playoffs anyways) and I had no doubts they would come out victorious. I was supposed to be working on assignments but I managed to “sneak in” and watch most of the game during my “study breaks.” Unfortunately, the Pats lost. And as a result, I’ve come to the sad realization that I’ve lost two hours of my life watching a game that is now fruitless to me. I’ve gained nothing from it. I cannot brag tomorrow to my friends. The fact is I don’t even want to talk about the game. And I can’t talk about the commercials either (even though they suck since we get the Canadian version of the feed) because during commercials I put my head down to read my Computer Networks book. What an uneventful night. Next time I watch a sporting event, I need to ask myself, “What’s in it for me?” The answer is obviously nada. I am not a true Patriots fan. I know two players on the team: Moss and Brady. Frig, I think I can name two players on the Giants: Manning and Burress. There! I am a Giants fan. Go Giants. Yeah.

Now I can go on with my life knowing that I did not waste two hours. What a great feeling. Networks, here I come.

Disclaimer. I googled Burress’ name.

I got up this morning to the sound of my cell phone vibrating. The text message read “hey, no school today” (thanks Martin). I placed the phone on the bed and went back to sleep. I got up a few hours later and checked my email. In my inbox, there was an email from UTSC that re-stated what I already knew: Today was a snow day. I looked outside the window. It was tremendous. Snow is a beautiful thing when experienced from the convenience of your room. The trees were covered with inches of snow, the road was unplowed, little kids with their knee high boots were helping their dads shovel. It was picturesque, Disney-like, and then I noticed my car buried under 5 foot of snow. The thought of going outside in the cold and shoveling so I could get the car in the garage was distressing. The snow was coming down hard, if I waited any longer, I would have no chance of getting my car out. The thought of not having a car for the weekend was motivating enough to make the journey downstairs. I got my gloves on, put on the hoodie, and shoveled for at least an hour.

As picturesque as it was outside, I came home as soon as the car was in the garage and vowed never to go outside again for the day.

I’ll be the first to admit; I am getting old. Snow days aren’t the same. It is unfortunate that I am more concerned about getting the car into the garage than putting on my snow pants to go sledding. Things change with time. I am not sure I like it.