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I am officially starting to work. For the past few weeks, I have been taking, re-writing, and reading notes. Now, they are giving me work to do on top of that. What the fuck ? Who would expect to work at University? I just wrote a 1500 word analysis of Kaplan's essay on Fiction of Privacy. I have a 750 word essay on Christianity in Post-Roman Europe due tomorrow. Staying up until 3 is actually quite enjoyable - especially when you miss three classes the next day.
Well, I'm still having fun.
Montreal has been declared the greatest place in the world ever since the gracious Alicia moved here. The city awaits thousands of worshipers and pilgrims to come.
We met up, had some juice, and drifted through the streets.
She and i have it all planned out. We each have to attend at least one cultural event or place per week.
Last week, I went to the opera.
It was quite good. I saw bellini's norma, and it was very entertaining. The only thing I was disappointed about was Norma and her roman lover's fake chemistry - Almost as bad as KSS's Romeo and Juliet. After the show, I saw the bar and realized that i could now drink. I usually prefer to drink at something nicer than a trashy stripjoint (which I have done way too many times - once), so I got a martini. It was delicious.
On the agenda this week, I'm checking out some dinosaur exposition and going down and out in the streets of Old Montreal.
Everybody on my floor is going home for thanksgiving. I'll be all alone. Me. Alone. Without anybody. Nobody. Away from home. Far. Happy.
What's with this holiday anyways. If I were homeless, I would beg for money, thank those who gave, and scream "give" to those who didn't. I hope I will encounter one of those.
Today was a terrible day for me. I got up at ten, watched some abfab (the one when she finally meets her son Serge and finds out that he is gay), showered, and started straightening my hair. Right when I was at the point where half of my hair is shit and the other half is acceptably ugly, the fire alarm went off.
After a good half hour of nothing, I went up to my place and realized that my Italian quiz was today and that I hadn't studied for it yet.
Therefore, I gathered as much courage as i could and left wearing a t-shirt, only a tshirt. I feel extremely naked. On top of that, I didn't realize that I was wearing a different belt, so I am wearing my brown Shambhala tshirt, tortoise shell glasses, brown shoes, and a BLACK fucking belt.
This entry really sucks. I've been blurting out crap just to waste time before my calculus tutorial starts.
Well, I'm still having fun.
Montreal has been declared the greatest place in the world ever since the gracious Alicia moved here. The city awaits thousands of worshipers and pilgrims to come.
We met up, had some juice, and drifted through the streets.
She and i have it all planned out. We each have to attend at least one cultural event or place per week.
Last week, I went to the opera.
It was quite good. I saw bellini's norma, and it was very entertaining. The only thing I was disappointed about was Norma and her roman lover's fake chemistry - Almost as bad as KSS's Romeo and Juliet. After the show, I saw the bar and realized that i could now drink. I usually prefer to drink at something nicer than a trashy stripjoint (which I have done way too many times - once), so I got a martini. It was delicious.
On the agenda this week, I'm checking out some dinosaur exposition and going down and out in the streets of Old Montreal.
Everybody on my floor is going home for thanksgiving. I'll be all alone. Me. Alone. Without anybody. Nobody. Away from home. Far. Happy.
What's with this holiday anyways. If I were homeless, I would beg for money, thank those who gave, and scream "give" to those who didn't. I hope I will encounter one of those.
Today was a terrible day for me. I got up at ten, watched some abfab (the one when she finally meets her son Serge and finds out that he is gay), showered, and started straightening my hair. Right when I was at the point where half of my hair is shit and the other half is acceptably ugly, the fire alarm went off.
After a good half hour of nothing, I went up to my place and realized that my Italian quiz was today and that I hadn't studied for it yet.
Therefore, I gathered as much courage as i could and left wearing a t-shirt, only a tshirt. I feel extremely naked. On top of that, I didn't realize that I was wearing a different belt, so I am wearing my brown Shambhala tshirt, tortoise shell glasses, brown shoes, and a BLACK fucking belt.
This entry really sucks. I've been blurting out crap just to waste time before my calculus tutorial starts.