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[22 May 2004|03:28pm]
[ mood | working ]

At this point, it seems like I will never catch up with my reading in Angel of Darkness. I am nearly done with yesterday's assignment, which will take me to page 196, and then I must read to 480-something before Monday. Lunacy, I tell you.

My filter arrived yesterday, but still no sign of the film, which was shipped separately. I also received the cashier's cheque today for my CAQ application. French words sans accents look so naked.

Ava babysits tonight and will probably not get to spend much time with Arron. She and I are eating at 4:30pm. I'm not even hungry so I wonder what I will get. Mmm, maybe Cherry Coke.

That's all.

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The Sodomist [20 May 2004|11:22pm]
[ mood | excited ]
[ music | Jewel - I'm Sensitive ]

I decided last night that I wanted to wake up on my own this morning, so I set no alarm. Had I really wanted to enjoy my sleep, though, I would have showered before bed last night since I splashed around in cesspools of Muncie filth and rainwater yesterday, too. Oh well, the sleep was more or less quality. I woke up sometime around 7 because I remember watching Janet Mo. et. al pass the window coming from breakfast. I went on a reading maelstrom and devoured a good chunk of pages. At 9am I grabbed breakfast with Erin Fry. Some fuck(s) decided to pour water into every DS salt shaker before our arrival, so I had to eat my scrambled eggs with pepper and ketchup. I guess they were as good as DS eggs can be.

After eating I of course read and before class I completed all but 10 pages. Heh, I forgot that I must still finish those before proceeding to the next book and another 200 pages before class tomorrow. No sweat, I say. Today has provided a burst (or maybe it's a stream) of energy that should keep me going to complete some amount tonight. The last part of class consisted of a walk to the art museum and an examination of the collection from the point of view of "my God, the Ball brothers just shelled out craploads of money for popular art during the Gilded Age!" I liked it. We dismissed early and I returned to the room and called Jack's Camera since they decided that calling me about my camera was unnecessary. Woody (I'm convinced that he's the only person who knows his shit) told me it was ready and charged me only $5 for the work. As I sat at my desk, deciding whether or not to run downtown, Mark Robison came by randomly with nothing to do. So I enlisted his company and we walked to pick it up. Woody didn't even have to use the flashbulb I left in the gun.

Dinner sucked tonight, but Mike and Michael were quite entertaining. This evening I also went to Target with Erin and Ava. Ava bought a dress and Erin bought lots of gorgeous things for a dinner on Wednesday, for which I must find/create funds. Money is there to spend, as Erin said. But you have to have it to spend it! Ava gave me the equivalent of a medium Coke at Target and the tip of her ice cream cone. Long live the Sampler. The bus rides thither and hither were quite enjoyable now that the Wal-Mart bus transforms into the Mall one with uncanny regularity. I bought gum.

Apparently a raucous game of five-four war gets on Bill's nerves, so Ava and I were forced into the courtyard to finish tonight. It just didn't work, though. And anyway, it began to rain.

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Dykey Susie [20 May 2004|12:29am]
[ mood | refreshed ]
[ music | Jewel - Pieces of You ]

Although I am unable to discuss it at length, last night a Terrapin Station and chocolate muffin restored me after a hellish journey through Bosnia. This evening, a cherries and cream Stewarts soda sustained me. I place a lot of importance on food in my life. Food and Alanis Morissette, whose new CD I bought today while waiting for a bus with Erin Fry. Its price: $12 (gotta love the Den). Our destination: Baskin-Robbins, where I tried low-fat espresso and cream ice cream, not realizing its lack of cardiac arrest until after I bought it. It still tasted nice.

The trip to Northwest Plaza followed a pleasant day in class, which followed a morning dominated by reading. The Alienist is a gripping novel but I would like to maintain a social life during May Term, too, so I go out and push reading off until the morning. If I went to bed without reading any more tonight, I would need to scale over 130 pages tomorrow. I think I'll give myself a break and continue onward for a bit tonight. Oh, and Alanis' new album is fantastic.

Since waiting for a bus took forever, Erin (my partners in crime are few and precious these days) and I decided to walk back to Wagoner. On the way we stopped at the duck pond and discovered some interesting things. Swimming baby ducks race like hell to investigate a stick thrown into the water. Trios of dumb geese will not get into the water when chased. And a pooping goose is scary stuff. Dinner followed the tom fowlery. I had a juicy hamburger. As I mentioned, I enjoyed a sustaining soda with Vicky, Ava, and Erin at the Cup. And now I more or less be broke, and that is not how May Term work.

Vicky and I also made a cute attempt at exercise tonight. We ran in the rain to Irving, splashing puddles all the way. Once at the gym we did random arm and ab things, but soon left to run back and go out. I got sand on my socks and popped a lung. Maybe I should quit downing truffles like...um...yea. Don't castrate me, Bex. I'd miss your envelopes.

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[19 May 2004|06:29pm]
[ mood | busy ]

You say he's a faggot, does it make you want to hurt him?
You say he's a faggot, do you want to kick in his brains?
You say he's a faggot, does it make you sick to your stomach?
You say he's a faggot, are you afraid you're just the same?
Faggot, faggot, do you hate him 'cause he's pieces of you?

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little pieces of you [19 May 2004|09:56am]
[ mood | awake ]

Yesterday passed without me picking up Alanis' new album. Finances must be watched over the next week or so, until I have some source of income other than a piece of plastic. Now, I continue reading The Alienist and I need to write a short response paper. It's such a nice day out; I think I'll read near DS before lunch. And thanks to Aaron Peterman for the spiffy haircut.

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out of place [18 May 2004|09:22pm]
[ mood | confused ]

Why does everything suddenly smell like last year? As I stood in the shower, drying off, the new arrival to my left used some shampoo which smells like something Mike used for a while last year. I love that smell and he is so strongly associated with it in my mind. And as I walked into the room, the spice of an apple cinnamon plug-in freshener assulted me, like the kind Yuri continously bought last year. Such intense, 4th floor smells.

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Waiting for Woody [17 May 2004|04:45pm]
[ mood | happy ]
[ music | Nana Mouskouri - Mon Enfant ]

survey from Vicky )

May Term wasn't so bad at all, except for the rain burst as we sat in the Quad, fearing the wrath of Mullet Man. I look forward to starting our first novel, a yarn about a serial killer who targets boy prostitutes. Reminded Erin and me of someone. After class I ran to Jack's Camera to get a tune-up for the Signet. The only competent technician in the place is off today so I had to leave it overnight. Oh, and some messed up people ride the bus. That is all.

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Goodbye from a Tomato [17 May 2004|12:08am]
[ mood | greasy ]

Morley Safer was born on November 8, 1931 in Toronto of all places. And Cincinnati's zip code can be lots of different things, from 45201 to 45999. Today has been lovely. Vicky Wilson and I lunched this afternoon. My choices of a sausage pizza and lemon jello were less than stellar but such is life at Cardinal Crossing. Around 1pm we walked to Benny with Knisley and wrote letters. We also listened to Nana and I think Vicky liked it. Ava and Erin arrived and the four of us sans Knisley agreed that a walk to Baskin-Robbins was in order. On our walk to Northwest Plaza we passed a little league game, complete with concession stand. We stopped and I bought lemur-approved sour patch straws. Erin got a hot dog and Ava bought lemonade. At Baskin-Robbins I had Jamoca Almond Fudge in Mom's honor. It dripped on my shirt, which I just remembered, so excuse me while I use some Shout.

We walked back and went to dinner. I had a bean taco and it tasted wonderful. I must remember those for next weekend, my last days of CC food for quite a long time if life goes according to the plans I'm crafting. I also drank a lot of chocolate soy milk this weekend, but no complaints there. This evening Dustin left for his apprenticeship and I said goodbye to him. We took photos together and he calls me his Russian tutor, which I am of course, but still. When I met him at the beginning of the year I didn't think I would have any reason to interact with him. He's a good guy. Before that, Ava and I went to Subway so that she could buy a sandwich. I got half, a cookie, and a straw for her Dr. Pepper, which was extremely kind and good. While sitting outside, a car drove by and Laura screamed/waved from the backseat. I assumed her parents were the short and long-haired people in the front seat. It was Kaicy and Tuesday. We all chatted briefly and I saw Tuesday's portfolio. Then they ate and I walked back.

This evening I finally set up my typewriter, on the dresser where the TV used to be. If the TV arrives before move-out, I'll pitch the stereo since it's broken anyway. I even outlined the story I'm writing. Certain elements are still a little rough but I'll work it out. I think Literati is happening tonight so I should inquire and prepare myself. I hope May Term is as fun as everyone says, otherwise I'll be disappointed.

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Attention Ass Raiders... [16 May 2004|12:56pm]
[ mood | congested ]
[ music | Sarah McLachlan - Fallen ]

Friday

Not having any classes made Friday relaxing. I woke up at some time I cannot remember and I probably showered. At least I hope that I did. Yes, I did, because I had to give a tour for French teacher candidate #2, a red-haired woman from Ball State. I thought she looked familiar and that was confirmed when she mentioned that she is officemates with Dominic Philippon, the Business French teacher at BSU. Since she works on campus and went to Burris as a child, the tour mainly consisted of residence life and clarifying some Academy-specific issues (class size, discipline etc). I finished by 10am, so I was able to attend Zimmerman's end of the year French get-together at Burkhardt. I removed my Ambassador shirt so that I could wear a tiny button-up Diana removed. Sarah Bank didn't see anything unusual about its tightness or smallness. That slightly concerned me. Ava and I drank whole milk and I managed to drop Diana and myself to the floor.

Amy arrived around 12:20pm and we departed for the New York House. We ended up eating at Thai Smile. I had iced Thai coffee and Pad Kee Mow. Spicy shit that is. Amy bought me an adorable card and some seashell stationery as a graduation gift. I also received some neat stickers. I'm going to miss her and Stef a lot.

Since Friday was the last day ever, Vicky, Erin, Ava, and I went out in the evening. We made it to the Village and wanted to go downtown to Mezzaluna. We found Knisley perusing around and claimed her in the name of our adventure. When Vicky ran to the Cup for some tea the bus arrived, so she had to throw it away in order to catch the bus. Tragic. We ordered bread with oil and Tiramisu. I also had an Aranciata. Did you know that it takes almost 10 years to safely donate 16 gallons of blood? After appetizers and dessert we went to La Bamba sans Knisley for tacos and chips and the best cherry Pepsi I've had in a long time. The evening ended without Literati.

King's Island yesterday was great, at points despite the rain, at points in spite of it. Does that make sense? I hope so, because the photo's by Jack Shepler. I'm off to write letters in the Quad with Vicky and maybe Ava. All I do is write letters...I like that.

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My hero, Simon Li [14 May 2004|12:28am]
[ mood | annoyed and chocolatey ]
[ music | Ani DiFranco - Origami ]

Hobby Lobby will soon be reorganizing its stationery section, so all acid-free paper was 1/2 off today. I bought four sheets of white rice paper, four sheets of map paper, a packet of random images and patterns (it's so...fake), a glue stick, and the most pussy can of spray adhesive imaginable. I completely missed the fact that it's meant for light applications. Yes, Super 77 had a spray radius as big as our rug and on more than one occasion I became adhered to the floor, but god dammit, shit stays stuck with it. After shopping, I ran into Big Lots to buy a small orange juice but I had no luck. After calling Mom, I ran to Baskin Robin's and bought a children's scoop of raspberry sherbet...right as the bus pulled into Northwest Plaza. Crap, I nasally screamed.

As I ran out of the store, though, I found the bus parked in front of the theater and its driver taking a smoke break. My challenge then became a battle of brain freeze versus lung cancer as each of us raced (well I did because it takes longer to swallow than it does to inhale and pollute) to finish. Essentially, we both one, but I got to ride the bus to woo to me. Unfortunately I didn't taste much of the sherbet. Upon returning I bought Orangina at the CC and marveled at their ability to cook and prepare food when Mites don't eat there. Bastards.

The afternoon is a blur. I returned books and received a nasty email about my missing the Decades final, even though it was sort of excused. That is being solved. I went with Ava, Taylor, Shane, and Tyonka to Wal-Mart after Shane received the biggest assortment of chocolate I have ever seen. Simon Li is my chocolate daddy. At Wal-Mart I bought 8th Continent Chocolate soy milk and it is fantastic, just like Ava said. She and I left early to return movies, and after we got back to the Academy and she handled some continuing horseshit, we went to dinner. I ate orange things and lemons. I also ate a lot of chocolate today, but that is not a complaint.

This evening I went to coffee with Ava, Erin, and Vicky. I had raspberry soda and listened to Vicky tell the story of my great grandmother's plane crash. Bagel fights. Don't ask. So much fun. Envelope making tonight sucked a little, but now it's time for Literati.

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Good day! [13 May 2004|12:13pm]
[ mood | very content ]
[ music | Michelle Branch - I'd Rather Be In Love ]

Today has been fantastic thus far. Since waking up at 6:30am I...

...finished my Decades final and had a much-needed/craved glass of orange juice at breakfast.

...took a Stats final that turned out to be much easier than I expected. The problems weren't as picky as they usually are. Everything seemed straightforward. Possibly the result of studying?

...presented my final to Mr. Stuart, symbolizing my last high school final. It took all of ten minutes.

...found $20 in my back pocket.

...received the opportunity to change my mind about a residence choice at McGill. When I faxed in my residence survey, I wanted to live in a studio apartment. That's before I knew what it looked like. Not so much my style/desire, and those little babes are some of the more expensive options. The opportunity came when I received an email today, telling me they fixed a problem with my online survey. So I instead asked to live here, in my own room in the company of other first-year students. Let's hope I duped them.

I'm still congested, but I'm dealing. I have half a mind to run to Hobby Lobby and pick up some letter-writing supplies. Yes, I think I'll do that. If only it weren't rainy out...

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The Reformation [12 May 2004|11:12pm]
[ mood | refreshed ]
[ music | I wish it was Hoobstank - the Reason ]

I'm glad the Physics final is over, I'll say that. Questions repeated themselves and asked for similar information in varying ways, and of course the featured concepts (mirrors) were still fuzzy in my mind. I'll definitely be looking into chemistry before physics next year, that's for sure. I exited Burkhardt and called home. When informed about my head cold, Mom suggested I ask for more antibiotic if it persists. I don't know what to think of that.

I dined at 4:30pm with Ava, Katherine, and Diana so that we could get some of Ava's redemption cake. Our Wal-Mart cake decorator, Kwong, wrote "Ava, Nathan, Erin, Stampy, and Vicky wish you a happy cake eating experience" on it. Once again, we got a photo before it was shipped off to the seedy underbelly of DS. Another reason for going early was that an email circulated today about a trip to Vickie Barton's farm this evening. At first I thought the trip was only open to females, since males were invited a couple of weeks ago to assemble a trampoline. Having missed the manual labor but craving an evening of grilled food and trampoline jumping, I 'snuck' on the bus. I say that because other boys went. Taylor was not pleased by the amount of penis on the bus. Or maybe it was the owners...

The ride out to the property was lovely, and her farm is amazing! It's this little two-story box and this ancient barn with an addition. The loft is filled with old couches and tables. The stables hold old appliances. The trampoline was great! Without agonizing over every detail, I jumped, played kickball, had a Boca burger, played football, had Aaron Peterman land on me in the trampoline (hahahaha), and breathed in the sweet country air. Maybe I will own/build a farm in Canada someday, or somewhere else. A piece of Indiana is wonderful when it is truly appreciated...or when it exists somewhere else.

After returning I've showered, played a round of Literati (finally!), returned Katherine's spray adhesive, and realized that I have to stop longing for what used to be, or even worse, what never really was. Everyone else has moved on. Maybe I should, too.

My passport arrived in Hammond today. If I had some loan disbursement information, why I could submit my CAQ application. But alas. One day I'll get to Canada...

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Stuffy [12 May 2004|08:38am]
[ mood | eh ]
[ music | Barenaked Ladies - Call and Answer ]

Laura - I feel like we haven't talked in a couple of days so I just want to say hi specifically to you. Hi!

First and foremost, I am going to see Alanis Morissette in concert on July 20th in Indy with Laura. I *love* Alanis Morissette, despite the fact that I lent my Feast on Scraps CD to someone that rendered it unplayable (I'm going to replace it, Alanis, don't worry). Damn that's going to be a great evening.

Yesterday was mostly great with one instance of minor suck. I finished the Geometry final in 20 minutes, I went to downtown to buy a foreign bank draft (one half of my residence deposit for McGill), returned and had some lunch with Tyonka, presented my group Civ final on Grenada and more or less sucked (but I think we'll still get a B), and then I took my Russian final for which I didn't study enough. Some verbs got me. Damn verbs.

Ava and I had random fun Nathan/Ava time with Dustin and Aaron Peterman at Dairy Queen and Family Video. All she wanted was Pound Puppies, but alas. I had a fudge malt and Ava bought, for whatever reason, a cotton candy blizzard. Christ was that thing sweet. Some permanent trading went down and in the end Strinka won it all. After ice cream Ava and I waited with Katherine and Stephen for Kristie to return so that we could go to BW3s for wings. I found out something rather disappointing about Mrs. Hartwell's experiences in Mexico. Wings were good, except that I ordered ones that were 3 fires hot on a five fire scale. My tongue hurt a lot, but for a moment I could breathe. I have a cold right now and it sucks. I'm going to go take a shower and then enjoy another morning of Abuelita.

Oh yes, and I won the Infrared flashbulbs!

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Abuelita! [11 May 2004|08:00am]
[ mood | working ]

Operation Grandma Hot Chocolate was a complete success, I'd say. Paul helped me to locate a blender last night, so all I did this morning was heat milk and sugar in the kitchenette, add it and the chocolate tablet to the blender, and voilĂ . Instant delicioso.

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Blessed Be [10 May 2004|11:23pm]
[ mood | fuzzy ]
[ music | Fleming & John - Comfortable ]

Midnight Breakfast, yet another activity that seemed to have more pinache last year. It was still entertaining, though. I snuck out two large grapefruit a la my usual way. Now I work on Civ until bed. Maybe I'll also study Russian. Abuelita loves you all. Oh, and Mr. and Mrs. Fry bought me a Finals care package. They rock my coochie.

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Yo Baby [10 May 2004|03:18pm]
[ mood | working ]
[ music | Toby Lightman - Devils and Angels ]

This morning I led a perspective French teacher on a tour of the Academy. Erin Fry accompanied me. The whole thing seemed a little rushed but I think that it went well. After the tour she and I went to Wal-Mart, where the need to buy two cakes turned into a $60+ shopping spree that included two cakes (one Red Velvet and one Triple Chocolate), writing on the cakes (Havana Nights and Good Luck on Finals, respectively), a black woman with red graduation robes figurine, two pounds of chicken tenders, ketchup, mustard, Pepsi, Abuelita aka grandma hot chocolate, a Cosmo, shaving cream, hair mousse, milk for the Abuelita, bread, preserves, and other random things. Carrying things between the bus and Wagoner was interesting.

After going to see Ms. Fallon and arranging to take a massive map test on Thursday, and after having a delicious chicken tender and SpongeBob macaroni lunch with Erin Fry, and after calling McGill and becoming frustrated about my housing options next year, I am working on my Civ final. It's no big deal, really. I'll pass the class, let's put it that way. The weather is nice outside. I should be there, but instead I toil. Toil toil toil.

I spilled yo crunch on my jeans. It looks...questionable.

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Nathan and delight go hand in hand! [09 May 2004|05:40pm]
[ mood | overheated ]
[ music | April March - Laissez Tomber les Filles ]

Mom and Emily drove down for a visit today. We ended up at Vera Mae because Mom wanted to sit outside for lunch and I completely forgot that Scotty's has very prominent outdoor seating. Mom and I drank Raspberry Quince iced tea from Republic of Tea while Emily had Sprite. The three of us shared two orders of shrimp cocktail (the sauce had a bite like the menu said and the shrimp were extremely fresh) and artichoke heart crab dip. The price was a little steep but everything was highly enjoyable. We talked and I realized that I must give Mom more credit in the future. "I don't like your decision, but I respect it," she said. Things are working out.

We also went to Baskin Robin's for some dessert. I had lemon custard and it was rich. Mom brought my typewriter, my favorite pair of jeans I forgot at home, and graduation announcements whose destinations she didn't know. I filled those out and will mail them tomorrow. I'm so glad to have my typewriter. I have this bizarre attachment to it, but I haven't explored its intensity yet. I plan to tonight with some Lauryn Hill or Nick Drake playing in the background.

Tonight is also sub treat night. Ava, Erin, Vicky, and I will wait downstairs for an hour before it begins. I want box seats for this hell-like event. So much gorging...

I must go work on a new project.

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crap [09 May 2004|11:32am]
[ mood | sad ]
[ music | Chicago Soundtrack - All That Jazz ]

I forgot to run to Walgreen's this morning when we went to family breakfast at McDonalds. I am a bad son.

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the way we were [09 May 2004|01:17am]
[ mood | amused ]
[ music | Outkast - Behold a Lady ]

After watching a series of achingly funny home movies with Vicky, Erin, and Ava (hats make her look different), I decided to revel in some pointless nostalga. I unearthed this, from August 27, 2003 at 10am:

Another Physics update
I'm getting used to doing this, and I think I like it. As I said, getting up on time was a refreshing return to normalcy. Nicole Mungal-Stille, Patty, Victoire, Nicole, Shane, and I had a Belly Dancing Breakfast Club breakfast. Apparently the morning after dancing, Wednesday mornings, we'll all eat together and rehearse our moves. Really all we did was laugh at people and Nicole received her Woman of the Year award. She liked it so much that she spilled shit on it.

Art was nice. I got to cut up a pair of pants and glue them to my painting. I hope that it looks okay when it dries. Russian was good, too. We got our first vocabulary list of the year and played Hangman to remember the Russian word for Wednesday.

Aah, I have to go.


Vicky and I go way back. That made me smile.

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Now he can bite [08 May 2004|02:45pm]
[ mood | productive ]
[ music | Barenaked Ladies - Sell Sell Sell ]

Shane left sometime yesterday between my going to Geometry and my returning from Civitas after the evaluation. I wish he would have left a little note or something. Sometimes I am quite the curiously doting roommate. At any rate, my outing last night with Tuesday and Kaicy was extremely enjoyable. They arrived around 8pm and signed me out/freed me from my bindings. We first went to the mall, where Kaicy dropped some serious dollars on a cute polka dot dress at Hot Topic and sensible slipper-like shoes at the Buckle. She also bought ostentatiously large sunglasses and tore a $100 bill in half. I also bought a pair of sunglasses, a small orange pair. I'll post a picture later.

After the mall we went to Greeks. The girls had their favorite pizza shells and I ordered a bowl of pasta with marinara and breadsticks, which are sitting in the fridge. We sat for a while, talking and laughing and drinking the cherry coke we all love so much. It was a fantastic time, and Kaicy's new short hair looks gorgeous. I'd only ever seen her with long hair. I also realized that June 7 marks one year since I've known her. June marks one year since I've known a lot of people. Such a year it's been, but that's not what this is about.

Once I got back I continued to read up on IR photography and I spoke to Natasha (from McGill) for a bit. She suggested that I look into the procedure that Quebec students can follow if they wish to permanently immigrate to the province. Despite my best efforts, I was never able to find any information about it, but lo and behold, I located it this morning. They provide a small survey to calculate the likelihood that Quebec wants to accept someone with x and y credentials. As I should have expected, my 18-year old, fresh-out-of-high-school, practically no work experience (and certainly nothing relevant to the betterment of society) self would most likely not be accepted as an immigrant. Bastards. I can always apply down the road, but my how that gets my goat.

Today is so beautiful, quite a contrast from yesterday in terms of temperature and the formerly Apocalyptic sky. I am working on my Decades final, a fable presented in storybook format. My subject? Myra Hindley and the Moors murders. I wonder what Stuart will say. I better get back to work, as my original purpose for coming to the computer was to type the story. Until soon, tanned Readers...

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