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It seems so wrong to be sitting in a person's bedroom while they are out of the country. So incredibly wrong. Hm. I love it. It makes me feel rebellious, while at the same time, I know I cannot get in trouble for it, because they will never know!
Anyways, I just got some disturbing news. Apparently some junkie thought that it would be a good idea to steal my friend Dylan's car for a joy ride, and smashed it up. But, to quote Dylan: "What's great about this is that my car is a death trap to all but me."
Funny funny. This is the same Dylan that I'm contemplating going across Canada with this Summer. We've been plotting, and so far, we have decided on grabbing some cheap plane tickets across to New Brunswick, then hitchhiking back West. Eventually. We want to spend some time in the maritimes, then cruise through French-Canada. Hanging out in Montreal for awhile seems inevitable (since all good transients have to make a stop there), and I think the Praries will be terribly boring, but we have to go there anyways. Either that, or we just won't come home. I'm planning on keeping my journal up and running so I can record what the fuck we are doing during this time, so maybe my entries will become a little more interesting come June-ish.
On a side note, I've learnt to play Fur Elise on piano. Big achievement.
Finally, something with a little more depth than some random Fugazi song.
And, my neck is killing me. These people that own this house have a water bed, which is beckoning me. I'm going to sleep.
Anyways, I just got some disturbing news. Apparently some junkie thought that it would be a good idea to steal my friend Dylan's car for a joy ride, and smashed it up. But, to quote Dylan: "What's great about this is that my car is a death trap to all but me."
Funny funny. This is the same Dylan that I'm contemplating going across Canada with this Summer. We've been plotting, and so far, we have decided on grabbing some cheap plane tickets across to New Brunswick, then hitchhiking back West. Eventually. We want to spend some time in the maritimes, then cruise through French-Canada. Hanging out in Montreal for awhile seems inevitable (since all good transients have to make a stop there), and I think the Praries will be terribly boring, but we have to go there anyways. Either that, or we just won't come home. I'm planning on keeping my journal up and running so I can record what the fuck we are doing during this time, so maybe my entries will become a little more interesting come June-ish.
On a side note, I've learnt to play Fur Elise on piano. Big achievement.
Finally, something with a little more depth than some random Fugazi song.
And, my neck is killing me. These people that own this house have a water bed, which is beckoning me. I'm going to sleep.