Too lazy to update regularly. Deal with it.
*le sigh* I really need to do this more often. I guess I'm not quite narcissistic enough to care...
For the sake of everyone's friends pages:
Had a massive paper that a prof gave me a second chance on due Monday. I stayed up all night doing it (with the help up my Mozart horn concerto CD and God knows how much coffee) and staggered to bed around 10:30am. I somehow managed to get up around 3:30pm so I could eat and start studying for my East Central European history final the next day. Stayed up until 4am, got up at 6am, wrote the exam at 9am. I had a doctor's appointment at 2, so I really couldn't sleep much, but I promptly collapsed on my bed afterwards. Repeated the same sleep pattern to cram for my State Behaviour exam the next day. Managed to somehow fall asleep during the exam and lost about 20 minutes. Dammit.
I went to the Rufus Wainwright concert Saturday night with Lindsay and Karen. The concert itself was way the fuck out at the Theatre Outremont, so we had to take the metro (and almost didn't make it in time). The opening act wasn't bad - a rather gypsy-ish looking woman with an accordian (the gypsy impression was completed when she offered tarot readings after the show). Her performance had a sort of talent show quality to it, and her voice was sweet and young enough that it gave a "please like me" feel to the whole thing. Now, as for the Rufus...holy fuck, what a performer. It was just him playing solo, something that he started out doing in that very theatre. He opened with "Agnus Dei", a soaring Latin hymn that he originally used as a warmup, and then seamlessly moved into "Hometown Waltz", a bittersweet ode to Montreal. The rest of the night had him alternating between the guitar and piano, and likewise between older and new material. He kept the performance rather intimate by bantering to the audience between songs - the backstory behind the sonata-like "Little Sister" and how his claim that he was the new Mozart earned him a smack upside the head from the composer's ghost comes to mind - and he had fun by interrupting himself during songs either to start over again or, as in the case with "Hallelujah", to inform us that he had to burp. Of course, no hometown show would be complete without appearances by his family members, and so we were treated to the McGarrigle sisters (his mom and aunt) joining in on a couple of songs. Between his stage antics and his delightfully tight pants, it was a night of quality Rufus.
I wrote my Sexual Ethics exam on Tuesday, and only managed to take 2 hours to do it. In case you didn't realize it, this is a bloody miracle because I'm the kind of person that writes a sentence and then likes to think about it for half an hour. Went out around 5 with a guy from my class (that I met over Facebook) to Santropol. The food was excellent and the place pretty much screamed "cool student hangout". The guy was nice enough, and it was rather nice to chat with someone who shared the same obsession with weed and classical music. The fact that we were both at the Mahler and Stravinksy concerts certainly gave us something to talk about. As he would put it, it was "real".
My birthday was rather boring and sober, but I managed to score some cool presents from my parents: 3 mini liquor bottles (Kahlua, Baileys, Drambuie), a stuffed puppy that barks/growls, some more DVDs of The Office (a BBC comedy series that I love), the latest Rolling Stone, and a copy of Jon Stewart's latest book, "America" (from my Dad, of course). Karen and Lindsay threw me a little impromptu party Tuesday night with chocolate cake drenched in Baileys, so-so wine (courtesy of moi...damn you, SAQ strike), and sweet sweet cable TV. Went out Wednesday afternoon with Sabah, Kristen, Tessa, Lulu, et al. to Peel. We discovered that they have 4L pitchers there, and proceeded to go through about 5 of them. I, of course, was an idiot and decided to drink on an empty stomach. Bad move. Wound up kissing Sabah across the table, staggering to the tobacco place on Peel to get more cloves, making out with Emily in the most hardcore of fashions, and then after professing our love for each other I raced to the bathroom where I alternated between passing out and throwing up for the next two hours. Major kudos to Mels for passing me water in the bathroom and making sure I wasn't dead, Lulu for making sure I got home alright (although in my defense, I could walk pretty well by that point), and Sabah for checking on me at RVC.
Methinks I'm going to need a liver transplant by the time I graduate.
Now, I'm just sitting around and contemplating when I should start panicking for my Political Theory exam on Tuesday. I was planning to get some work done last night, but as I sat down to type up my notes 2 girls from my floor showed up with eggnog, cake, and a shitty Christmas movie (The Santa Claus 2...ugh). Fun was had by all, and then I stayed up until 5am typing up my notes like a good little student. I figure I can chill a bit until 6, and then it's cram time.