Tomorrow is another day... not to mention my first drum lesson. So excited because as much as I love Becky's bongos, its time for progression. This academic stress is too much for my weak soul to bear. That and who the heck can study when their roommate is baking pumpkin pies from scratch?... and I mean pieS with an s. There's 4 in the oven now, and more on the stove. And this is the guy roommate too! No, that's not thunder - its my stomach you hear...
I'm desperately trying to study to make up for the lack of work this weekend produced. And surprisingly studying here is not too bad. Winamp has a certain bias towards Bjork today. Which is ok until the pjharvey/bjork mix of "satisfaction" comes on and I feel inclined to bellow. That throws a wrench into the studying at times, then again what doesn't distract me from Embryology and Invertebrate zoology... blahhhh... It's almost midnight. So why do I crave sushi? I should've done like Karen's tradition and gone for the turkey sushi mix this weekend. Then maybe I could do my work right now.
I'm also craving a concert. Preferrably Moist, but I'll also take Radiohead, Moby or Lenny. I just feel the need to go nutz. This whole studying/ school thing can't be very healthy... and since I missed the movement party I'm feeling extremely cooped up. Plus, I saw Detroit Rock City this weekend with Djen...so funny... definitely puts you in the concert going mood (Add Kiss to list).
I can't type anymore with these icicle fingers; I've got a billion candles lit to try and warm up and I'm still freezing my balls off...!
Tip of the day: If you go out biking in the middle of the night, wear lotsa sweaters and toques and a hood. Brrr....! And most importantly bring your house keys.
Okay here it is. I really don't know how well this page will go. I get the feeling that I'll be way too lazy to update it but since everyone else is doing it, I guess I'll try it too. It's kind of strange writing things to absolutely no one. Then again, I do it all the time. In the form of wierdo poetry.
Tanya and I were talking today about wakes. She was saying that it was Pierre Trudeau's wake today, and that her mum's been watching it all over TV. I decided that I'm not a big fan of a wake. When I die, I don't want people to dress me up in my old clothes and put nasty makeup on my face (especially since I don't wear any normally anyway). Tanya said that its probably so people can say goodbye for the last time but I'm pretty sure that my soul will be unattached to my dead body by then. I decided that instead of a wake, I will have a BBQ. And if people want to say goodbye, they can write me a note and chuck it into a big bonfire. Then have hamburgers, dogs, and people have to drink Baileys. I'm even going to put aside some money to fund this and Tanya's going to do the organizing.I thnk that would be wayyy more fun than a wake, no?