"Rush of blood, oh, and a little bit of pain."
I got accepted into the Canadian College of Performing Arts (!).
Damn it. Now I have a choice to make.
Why does this have to be so hard?
I think The Surreal Life has to be the best guilty pleasure in the world. That and What Not to Wear.
I think I'm going to take a hiatus from drinking for awhile... I never seem to learn. I should've by now; every time I drink at all I get nausea and the spins, but nooo, I just have to keep trying.
I found my Auntie Julia's journal from 1982. That's when she was in her early twenties. It has all sorts of stories of dad and Grandpa Geoffrey, and Robin, and what kind of things they used to do for fun. It's so wierd, reading how dad used to laugh hysterically at their cat and what they got in their stockings at Christmastime. I think I'm going to read all the way through, because I'm a nosy parker.
OK, do cats really need wild salmon and fresh greens? Why can't cats just eat normal cat food? My dog doesn't complain about his kibbles, cats shouldn't either.
So now I'm procrastinatig my homework again, but it doesn't matter, because my midterm is over, and I can't really do much about it. I've already read the English novel too. I'm not too worried about it.
I'm going back to my sandwich and muffin. I'm away laughing on a fast camel!
- Maddy xoxo