( Three Things Or So... )

( In which my ire is raised over people's reactions to the Roman Polanski case. Could be triggering. )

One of the many, many benefits about living in Quebec is the existence of the St. Jean Baptiste holiday, aka today. Maybe I just like it so much because, as an ex-Ontarian, I tend to forget about it until it's actually upon me, and an unexpected holiday in the middle of the week feels like manna from heaven. Or maybe because it inevitably leads to ( Read more... )

The apartment dryer has died. I would mourn the passing, but really it's just meant my clothes are now full-on wet instead of a little damp, because the damn thing never really worked anyway. Unfortunately, I do need clothes. So, I've been taking advantage of one of the many benefits Point Saint Charles offers, besides an unparalleled collection of ( Read more... )

( Listen. Dance. Donate a trombone to a school. )

There are many things about the world that confuse me. Fundamentalist Christianity. The economy. Personal relationships. The Burger King burger that comes with mashed potatoes and fried onions as garnishes.

And another thing: girl versions of sports team merchandise. In other words, is there no team logo safe from be-pinkening? I wanted a birthday ( Read more... )

Alright. Life, for ALL OF MY BEST INTENTIONS, seems intent on sucking mightily and blowing masterfully lately. To whit ( Read more... )

I'm spending Thanksgiving in Montreal this year, which is a little bittersweet for me. As much as I love Montreal, I wanted to see my parents and my brother, and eat all of the scrummy food my parents usually buy. Plus, I was looking for a reprieve from my apparently cursed life. I keep on making really stupid, embarrassing mistakes in Russian ( Read more... )

I've been holding off on this entry for a few days. Generally, I try not to feel and blog. Feelings are the enemies of useful, non-embarrassing writing, and any time I've broken that rule bad things have resulted. But a feel that the events of this morning have finally pushed the combined epic ballad of CRAP that was the past few days into ( Read more... )

I've hashed out New Year's Eve with a few people over the past few days, but I would be remiss if I didn't at least mention it here. We had a thing at Erika's house, and then we got into the Partymobile (aka Mr. Monckton's van) and went over to Laura McPhie's house. It seemed as if most of the class of 2005 I was personally acquainted with was ( Read more... )