we could talk about it over a cup of joe, and you could look real deep into my eyes like I were a supermodel. uh-huh.…
-Drank a litre of cranberry juice -Read The Diving Bell and the Butterfly by Jean-Dominique Bauby -Walked to Northfield, purchased hot cocoa for tea room,…
Dear world out there, Should I go to Liverpool tomorrow? It is like $26 for a return train ticket. I think I would go alone.…
Last night was either the first or second time I went to pub night with the professors. Ah… how fancy. Here is how it went:…
Tomorrow I am supposed to meet with Tom to discuss the reasons of our breakup. I see several courses this could take: character assasination (on…
…is taking deep pictures of your friends when they aren’t looking. oh, and death. (for the curious, these were taken at the ruins of whitby…
I have never had a class with Repinski, yet he strikes me as a remotely intimidating and terrifying man. I never wanted to see him…
this morning at 8:29, my neighbor totoro decided he no longer wanted to live, and took his life. details are sketchy, but it appears to…
Today is Andy’s birthday–I do not know if he is turning 17 or 18. In celebration, I decided to listen to Oasis this morning on…