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Why does my body hate me? Sleep, damn you!18 March 2004 - 5:07 a.m. Well, I felt like writing again, though I know it's soon after the last one, which was long. This one won't be. I'm sitting here, at 5 am, by myself, not being able to sleep. I'm also wearing Steph's Israeli Defence Forces t-shirt, which kicks so much ass. I want to go to Israel just to buy cool stuff :-) St. Patty's Day today. (Happy Bday to Nat, who's in Galloway, if everything worked out) Got up at 3 pm, after sleeping through a psych experiment, which included eating pizza, so I was sad to miss it. But next week it's Kraft Dinner and choco pudding, just like Tanya's. Skipped class to go with Steph to get free facials at the Bay. Ooh.. was fun. I feel soft. On the way home, we detoured a bit into Chinatown, on our way to Kensington, and passed by a nice looking house. With a for sale sign. Remember how Steph's dad was thinking of buying a house here, for us to live in. So we took a chance, and knocked on the door. Luckily, the owners, an old Oriental couple, let us look around. Right off the street! It was a fairly small, downtown attached house, like they all are. But it had three floors - 7 bedrooms! Which is what we need. He may have said there were more in the basement. But holy crap! It's around 500,000$, which is normal around here. So we all have the looking-for-houses excitement. We'll still look to rent ones, but if her dad bought one, that would be awesome too. I would love to live in Chinatown - good food all over the place! And much more affordable than the Annex or Yorkville. So we've been talking about house stuff for awhile. We realised we couldn't really wait until the summer to look. Well, we could, but we're eager and worried that we might not find something. So we've begun the hunt. I've broken my pact with myself - I've now seen the O.C. I was bored, and being the insomniac that I am, decided to see what all the fuss was about. Since none of us watch TV anymore, I downloaded the first few episodes over the network. It's not fantastic. It's predictable and the acting is pretty bad. But... for some reason, I kind of like it. I've seen the first five so far. My friend Mike agrees with me - it's bad, but good. Hmm. So I have conformed. There's freakin' snow on the ground... what's up with that? And it turned really cold. Blech. So today, for St. Patty's, we (James, Steph, Ashley, Sophie, Mike and Arpit) wore green, drank a bit (Sophie bought me a Guiness :-) ) and hung around. Very exciting, I know. But it's what we do - and it's fun. Tia and her visiting friend from N.S. were around as well - the poor girl is only 17, and the tiniest little person I have ever seen. Which is funny because she drinks and smokes more than any of us. It's the Sheet Harbour (small-town N.S.)lifestyle. Chris, Jen and Liam and some other people had gone out to dance to Irish music - lucky them. The woes of being 18. But not for long! Ha ha. So Sophie invited me to the Daybreak show, a band made of people over in Sir Dan's, who Dave lived with last year. It's 19+, but she says the drummer offered to sneak us in. Dave will be thrilled - he's always wanted to sneak me in to see them. Won't he be surprised to see me there! I told Liam already though. I'm very excited. Dave will probably get us in if the drummer forgets about us. This weekend I'm doing the 30-hour famine with very few other people. Catherine was disappointed with the turnout. It won't be much fun - I'll be weak and hungry. Also from the erratic sleep schedule I've had for the last four days. Let's just say this is the fourth night in a row I will see the sun come up. My 11 o'clock class will bite me in the ass - but then again, I hardly expect myself to get up for it. I haven't gone to that one for the past four weeks. I go on Tuesdays, that's good enough. I skip way too much, I realise. But it's so easy - and usually not very important. I go to the important ones. I can just get the notes from other people. Except for that class, in which I know no one. But lectures and notes hold no importance in medieval history. Music that got me through the three essays I had to write over the weekend: Neutral Milk Hotel (seriously good, folks), Death Cab (new album kicks ass), the Shins (Chutes Too Narrow is addictive as hell), Silverchair (Diorama is very orchestral and good - James hasn't listened to anything else for weeks) and of course Barenaked Ladies, since I reviewed their concert for my music paper. And the White Stripes. All of their albums are awesome - Elephant has not been exhausted yet, White Blood Cells is classic and De Stijl, which is surprisingly great. I feel awful for not visiting my grandma, but it's really a day trip and I just don't have a day free. I also feel bad that I'll have to cancel my trip to visit Saskia next weekend. I really don't want to, but I'm broke. She won't be happy, so I feel really bad. Who thinks I should be a porter next year? Seems like fun - you sit, listen to music, play on the computer. So much to do tomorrow, since I haven't been awake for an entire day since... Saturday? Mail my tuition tax thing, talk to Tom the porter about working, look up housing ads, e-mail places for jobs, talk to my dad, talk money stuff with parents, etc etc etc. It's been hectic. |