It is fate's tradition for me to, each year, make some stupid mistake that lands me in a massive university-related predicament where I have huge freak- outs and end up waiting what feels like forever for an email of salvation. In June 2006, Residence Admissions claimed to have received my residence deposit late, and informed me that I would most ( Read more... )

Margaret Wente has an MA in English? Double-you tea eff? Although I must say that she is my all-time favourite columnist ever, she never came across as the English major type. Her politics always seemed a little right of centre for that. But nay, she did do an MA in English. Interesting to know. That raises her a few pegs on my list of heroes.

She ( Read more... )

Like actually, I wrote more today. Pleasant news, indeed.

Livejournal has such shitty layouts. You know what I ilke though? On Facebook, you can incorperate pictures into your notes with captions, so your notes look like newspaper articles. Can you do that on Livejournal? Probably. Maybe you just have to have computer skills or something. I wish ( Read more... )

 So I'm no real fan of hockey, but seeing as it's the play-offs, I might as well contribute some thoughts. While many members of my family could go on about hockey for like six years straight, I, unfortunately, can only endure putting down two thoughts:

1) Sidney Crosby's attempt at growing facial hair should be added to my list of unacceptable ( Read more... )

I took a look at what I was writing in my paper journal exactly two years ago, then jumped ahead to random parts in random journals. Doing this gives me mad chills.

Friday, May 26th, 2006

The dance floor quickly became a heated mass of whites and greys and shades of all sorts. There was uncoordinated motion, with random arms pointing up and ( Read more... )

"I'm afraid we have no choice but to hand Jack Bauer over to the Chinese."

"Unacceptable!"

 Read today's issue of the Flamborough Review! The Opinion Section!

Saw the Johnstones last night at the Casbah in Hamilton. Purty good times. Halfway through, I totally lost all of my energy and tried my best to avoid all the moshing. For quite a bit of the time though I was at the edge of the mosh region ([?] it wasn't exactly a pit) and kept being thrown off my feet by crazy punk kids. Don't ever go to a show ( Read more... )

I finally finished reading Londonstani, and what a fine book it was. It's a politically incorrect portrait of present-day Hounslow, the heart of London's desi culture. We got 4 rudeboys as our main characters, innit: Harjit, who at the start is bruckin up some gora before he gunna scrap a lick wid some bhanchod Pakistani, Amit whose bruther Arun is ( Read more... )

I might as well write a paper on Londonstani. I have all these crazy-ass ideas about it now. I hope it comes up in some English class of mine in the future.

Visited some Guelph people last night, including darling Mariam, whom I haven't seen in forever. Wait-- she isn't from Guelph. She goes to OCAD. But anyways, it was pretty awesome. I feel like ( Read more... )