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i dont know why i dont write here as much as i used to. is my life not as exciting? perhaps.
canada day weekend was a shitshow. my bestest friends in the entire world came up (jenn, nate, stef, and em) along my lovely boyfriend. lots of drinking, sight seeing, bbq'ing, and quality time spending. we were all pretty sad when it came time for them to leave. i took them to lucky ron on the saturday and we decided to nap after. we awoke to find ourselves severely hungover at 9 pm and too worn to go out. classic.
this weekend i went to toronto to see le bobby and also to see evil dead the musical. what a fucking show.
i have five weekends left before i leave for amsterdam. i also have a zillion things to do until then. blah.
canada day weekend was a shitshow. my bestest friends in the entire world came up (jenn, nate, stef, and em) along my lovely boyfriend. lots of drinking, sight seeing, bbq'ing, and quality time spending. we were all pretty sad when it came time for them to leave. i took them to lucky ron on the saturday and we decided to nap after. we awoke to find ourselves severely hungover at 9 pm and too worn to go out. classic.
this weekend i went to toronto to see le bobby and also to see evil dead the musical. what a fucking show.
i have five weekends left before i leave for amsterdam. i also have a zillion things to do until then. blah.