I love this catalogue. "Superior service to Canada." The stuff is way too cool ( Read more... )

Another post already? What else to do at ten minutes to 3 in the morning?
I've already received more "happy birthdays!" from people than I ever could've hoped for. A good jog with the Antibalas Afrobeat Orchestra giving me my personal soundtrack in my ears (thanks M!), the fresh night air, and the company of friends was absolutely amazing. Butter ( Read more... )

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All-nighter almost killed me today. I woke up at Pape Station on the bus back home from Mr. Shaw (a teacher I've never even had) poking me in the shoulder. Awkwarddddd. And of course, that's only after school. Delerious during my History presentation, cockiness during my meeting with Ms. Forrest (who I schooled once again ( Read more... )

Scratch that. Strangely enough, there's no free ice cream. However, the job rocks. My co-worker (there aren't many) is this really cool girl who gets away with playing hip hop all day at the parlour so my first shift today (completely unexpected -- I thought I just needed to drop off some stuff) involved serving a lot of happy people very crazy ice ( Read more... )

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Haha, drama is so funny. It's the best bunch of people. I'm serious. I never liked the whole lovey-dovey attitude of some of the peers in certain departments (*coughshowchoircough*), and yes, you can call me a jackass but I know quite a few people who know what I mean and will agree... But anyway, yes, the past two nights have been spent going ( Read more... )

Last night, Sean, Bruan and I went to see Glissandro 70 at the Tranzac downtown. It was excellent. David came too but he had to leave before they even went on (at about 12:15) which is terribly unforunate because all he got to see was two very terrible openers -- Josh Thorpe and Noot. Experimental music, I guess, but better described as pretentious ( Read more... )

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