you know you're from montreal when...
...but seriously, the list is pretty long, so i won't bore you with it.
not much to update, i suppose, seeing as how i've been on a school-work marathon that doesn't look like it'll quit for some time. at least during finals (which starts next week and goes until dec. 20th, for some godforsaken reason) i won't have to go to class and i can...spend all my time catching up on the classes that i have forgotten about since their midterms! really, its fantastic.
not that i want to complain about school all the time. good things have happened this week, and will continue to over the next month. for one, Kira brought me a whole mess of thanksgiving pie when i was at the library on sunday, which i promptly ate in the stacks, hoping the Library Nazis wouldn't confiscate it. it was delicious. Also, many good concerts and shopping ventures await me when i'm done with these so-called "term papers". both The Soviettes and Les Cowboys Fringants are on the docket. oooohhhhh, MN punk and quebecois...whatever they are, they have a fiddle, so they're cool. And i'll get to go to Barfly sometime in December. for those of you who don't know, Barfly is the greatest bar in the world, of all time. the bartender is damn cool, and she knows me, and my drink, and has been known to greet me on the street. Also, there's a dog there that i have befriended. my roommate's hairdresser says that he has a drinking problem (and yes, this is a dog, not some euphamism for a guy that i've met there, although there have been plenty of those, too), but hey, last time i was there he was friendly enough and let me scratch his neck while i listened to bluegrass. bluegrass that is played live. by dreamy musicians. dreamy 35 year old musicians....
and lastly, i'm killer-excited to go home over break. yeah, yeah, it'll only be 13 days, but for all of you that read this journal (1 of you!!!), i expect those 13 days to be chock-full of fun. i propose...eating all day, drinking all night. at Carolyn's b-day party on the 22nd, expect me to be very very drunk. and crashing on the couch/on the bathroom floor/in that weird little closet thingie.
well, i should head off now to write my french composition (last one!) and work on my shakespeare essay (wish i could say it were the last one!)
cheers
lauren
not much to update, i suppose, seeing as how i've been on a school-work marathon that doesn't look like it'll quit for some time. at least during finals (which starts next week and goes until dec. 20th, for some godforsaken reason) i won't have to go to class and i can...spend all my time catching up on the classes that i have forgotten about since their midterms! really, its fantastic.
not that i want to complain about school all the time. good things have happened this week, and will continue to over the next month. for one, Kira brought me a whole mess of thanksgiving pie when i was at the library on sunday, which i promptly ate in the stacks, hoping the Library Nazis wouldn't confiscate it. it was delicious. Also, many good concerts and shopping ventures await me when i'm done with these so-called "term papers". both The Soviettes and Les Cowboys Fringants are on the docket. oooohhhhh, MN punk and quebecois...whatever they are, they have a fiddle, so they're cool. And i'll get to go to Barfly sometime in December. for those of you who don't know, Barfly is the greatest bar in the world, of all time. the bartender is damn cool, and she knows me, and my drink, and has been known to greet me on the street. Also, there's a dog there that i have befriended. my roommate's hairdresser says that he has a drinking problem (and yes, this is a dog, not some euphamism for a guy that i've met there, although there have been plenty of those, too), but hey, last time i was there he was friendly enough and let me scratch his neck while i listened to bluegrass. bluegrass that is played live. by dreamy musicians. dreamy 35 year old musicians....
and lastly, i'm killer-excited to go home over break. yeah, yeah, it'll only be 13 days, but for all of you that read this journal (1 of you!!!), i expect those 13 days to be chock-full of fun. i propose...eating all day, drinking all night. at Carolyn's b-day party on the 22nd, expect me to be very very drunk. and crashing on the couch/on the bathroom floor/in that weird little closet thingie.
well, i should head off now to write my french composition (last one!) and work on my shakespeare essay (wish i could say it were the last one!)
cheers
lauren