Though I've been through with classes for over two weeks now, summer school truly ended on a sour note this week when I got my marks back. Apparently Sci Fi freaks are master essay writers and nutritionists --- those fucking nutritionists!! -- well they're just bitter they're not considered doctors.

Anyway, I haven't been idle since.

FSAT's club ( Read more... )

So I was drug-free for about seven months, but then there are those days when the sci-fi gods tell you that you can't write an essay and you really can't do anything but agree with them, so you take your bff, a boxer, two (+2!) asians, and have a grand old time. What does it matter what Genly thinks, or whether Gaum leans more towards the female ( Read more... )

Isn't it sad when someone makes a Facebook group for someone who's died, and everyone joins when invited because they're look heartless/feel like they'd be haunted if they didn't, but then several months later your Mini-Feed tells you that they've left the group? Don't make Facebook groups for dead people. They're not going to read it.

Anyway my ( Read more... )

IB kids? FSAT? Jolly? St. George just isn't the same. Fuck summer school ( Read more... )

I have a $500 voucher from Air Canada that must be used by July 7th. I can go pretty much anywhere in Canada or the US. I don't care where I go, as long as it's not with my parents ( Read more... )

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Speaking of the celebrity life, I had my first run-in with a stalker today. Well, not really, but it was pretty fucking creepy to be studying in my room with my windows wide open (hello, sunshine!) and seeing a man looking at me from my roof. He had a legitimate reason, like cleaning out my gutters or something menial like that, but you'd ( Read more... )

IT'S
MY

PARTY!

To think that just twelve hours ago, I was bitching about the monotony of student life...

Today, mid-coffee and mid-essay, at school on a Saturday, a friend and I were invited to a wedding. An hour later, we were picked up by the groom, on the road to a Jamaican warehouse-turned-church in Etobicoke. There were about eight other people there, all ( Read more... )

I've come to enjoy spending my Saturdays at the library. False sense of activity.

But really, there is no stopping from here till May 4th. When you've got no time to waste, you come to grow extremely jealous of happy, unproductive people.

For example: I've come to admire the stoner at Sid Smith's Tim Hortons. He stands there all day in his ( Read more... )

Just when I thought Valentine's day had reached a new low in crass commercialism and that I'd become 100% emotionally anaemic, one of the greatest friends in the world played me one of the greatest songs in recent musical history. Can't go wrong with Badu!

You've melted my icebrick of a heart. Thanks to you, I'm indulging in triple chocolate ( Read more... )