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BLLUUPPPPPPz
This weekend past i was in Montreal.
....Love that city.
Why are there no graduate schools appropriate for me there?
I think it's the gov't working against me.
I love that city. It was built on rock and roll.
Recap?: We ate good food, drank in a hostel, brought wine to dinner (which qualifies as more good food), desert, visited a ton w/ my bud Tate (who lives in Mtl...the lucky hooch), went to Brewtopia, smoked like a pack of faguerettes to myself (wtf?), drank and then went to a lame seedy club that was gross but we OWNED it. Then back to Tate's where Brian turned my feet into rhinoceros legs and I was asking such gems of questions as "What would you prefer: A woman or a toothbrush?" to Tate's gentleman roommate when i first met him....eeep
ps - Noodle, he was like...Adam. Yes. Adam M. He was Montreal's version of what i remember Adam being like. It was incredible. Beewjfoaej. You must meet and we'll compare notes.
So that's that. Now i'm back in Ottawa w/ a pile - literally a pile - of books as high as my chin that are taunting me mercilessly. Why am i such a bum? My breath smells like garlic. This is balls.
This weekend past i was in Montreal.
....Love that city.
Why are there no graduate schools appropriate for me there?
I think it's the gov't working against me.
I love that city. It was built on rock and roll.
Recap?: We ate good food, drank in a hostel, brought wine to dinner (which qualifies as more good food), desert, visited a ton w/ my bud Tate (who lives in Mtl...the lucky hooch), went to Brewtopia, smoked like a pack of faguerettes to myself (wtf?), drank and then went to a lame seedy club that was gross but we OWNED it. Then back to Tate's where Brian turned my feet into rhinoceros legs and I was asking such gems of questions as "What would you prefer: A woman or a toothbrush?" to Tate's gentleman roommate when i first met him....eeep
ps - Noodle, he was like...Adam. Yes. Adam M. He was Montreal's version of what i remember Adam being like. It was incredible. Beewjfoaej. You must meet and we'll compare notes.
So that's that. Now i'm back in Ottawa w/ a pile - literally a pile - of books as high as my chin that are taunting me mercilessly. Why am i such a bum? My breath smells like garlic. This is balls.