The Chantastic Blog

Randomly in class the other day, two of my friends were talking about Twitter and trying to figure out what it was. I left the room and returned a couple of minutes later to discover that…I was being signed up for Twitter so that they could find out what it’s about. And hence, I now have a Twitter page that I had no part in creating, and have had posts made on my behalf by other people. My password is literally the name of one of the people who signed me up. Since I neither care about this Twitter page, nor had any hand in creating it, I’ve decided to give total and creative control to you, my loyal blog readers, over my “Twitter status”***. To change my Twitter status, you can do one of two things:

1) E-mail me for my username and password if you want to update it on a semi-frequent basis. Obviously, if I give you this information, please do not change any of my other settings or password in my user profile.
2) Post a message below as to what you want to set my status to be, and I’ll change it.
3) E-mail me with what you want my status to be, and I’ll change it.

This is really in your hands. If nobody is interested in keeping my Twitter page fresh, this experiment will die a quick death. However, if people have funny things to write, it could be interesting. And if nothing else, this gives you the opportunity to experience the magic that being Chantastic is all about.

And to fully promote this Twitter experiment, I’ll even put up a link in the menu on the right.

***Subject to the creative control veto powers of the Chantastic administrator

I turn on the TV this morning, and who’s on CNBC’s Squawk Box as a guest host? Ivanka Trump. She comes off as strong-willed, opinionated, and very smart (she apparently went to Wharton) with a strong knowledge of current events. Plus she’s a filthy-rich smokin’ hot blonde with a degree in economics. Yes, having the same degree as me is hot, for some reason. Or perhaps it’s because she’s Ivanka Trump. Regardless, to quote one of my friends from school…I wouldn’t kick her out of bed in the morning.

As I mentioned in my previous post, a bunch of my classmates are going somewhere warm with a beach for Reading Week. Obviously, that’s their way of relaxing and unwinding.

A lot of people have been asking me what I’ll be doing for Reading Week. I’ve considered the various trips to Cuba or Cancun, but truth be told, I’m not sure that’s for me, especially for a full week. Normally, I’d go back home to Edmonton for Reading Week to visit the Chantastic family, but I’m actually going back the weekend after for a wedding, so there’s no point in me going twice.

But I figured out what I wanted to do for Reading Week. The thing is, people are going to do what makes them happy during Reading Week. Whether that’s lying on the beach, drinking/partying, visiting family, or going home, it’s what makes each individual happy. Therefore, I’m going to spend Reading Week doing what I love.

And what would that be, you ask?

I’m going to spend Reading Week analyzing numbers and making baseball projections. That’s right, all week long. Baseball guys are weird, remember?

No matter how crappy my day has been, it’s amazing how listening to a simple song on YouTube can cheer me up. Then again, it’s not very often that someone tells me they’re gonna love me like it’s the last night on earth.

So my question is this - is it possible to download a song off YouTube so that I can put it on my iPod? If this is possible and someone was kind enough to let me know what I have to do, I would literally stop whatever I was doing to download it onto my iPod. So if you know how, feel free to share!

A bunch of students here are going on vacation during Reading Week, and there are a few groups going to Cancun and Cuba.

During a class today, I couldn’t help but notice that one of the people in my class looked really red, which is odd considering it’s February. So I asked her, “Do you have a tan?”

She seemed embarrassed and said, “I went tanning and burned myself.”

Obviously I replied, “Aren’t you going to Cuba? Why are you tanning now?”

“I have to get a base tan in or else I’m going to end up with a sunburn,” she explained.

So instead of getting a sunburn in Cuba, she’s getting it now? What’s the difference?

Anyway, when we were walking home, I almost felt like walking through red lights. Why? Because I’m pretty sure cars would stop for us since they’d mistake her glowing red cheeks as a stop sign.

When I first started at Rotman, I had trouble learning everybody’s name. Obviously, this was especially difficult when I was meeting more than 200 people at the same time (and we all remember how I tried to solve that problem). As time has passed, I’ve gotten to know a a lot of the students here, and I’d say I know the names of about 2/3 of the entire 2010 class.

However, I struggle with the names of two people who I talk to occasionally at school. The problem with the first person is that he looks exactly like a guy I went to school with, named Frank. So from the first time I met him, I felt like I should just call him “Frank”. He could definitely pass for his twin brother. Nearly every time I see this person, I have to catch myself from calling him “Frank”. It was even more confusing at the beginning because I thought I already knew his name as Frank since I felt like I recognized him.

The problem with remembering the second person’s name is that to me, he looks like…Carl from The Simpsons reincarnated as an actual, live person. Everytime I see him, I want to call him “Carl”. I’m being completely serious.

You know what makes things even more confusing? The real name of the guy who looks like the “Frank” from my high school is…Carl.

I woke up before 8 AM this morning because I went to bed around 10 PM last night after the stress of being overworked, which included staying at school past 1 AM practicing for an 8:30 AM presentation. Yesterday, I wondered if I should take today off after the craziness of the past week.

It’s 3:10 right now. I’m still in my PJs. The most stress I’ve faced today is when the cable stopped working for five minutes this afternoon. The closest thing to work I’ve done is send out an e-mail about how amazing Season 5 of The Hills looks. The closest thing to work I plan on doing tonight is phoning my parents.

So yeah, I’d say I’m taking the day off. I’m not even deluding myself into thinking I’m going to do any work like I normally do.