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Man, just when I think that everyone here is completely boring and brain-dead, someone nifty makes me feel better. I wrote this whole big thing yesterday about people who throw themselves into stereotypes and don't even seem to notice that they're doing the same things and having the same conversations over and over. And then I got on the bus and there was Martin and we talked about quantum mechanics and the h-bar and shite like that the whole way home. I'm so relieved that there are some actual intellectuals in our generation, I was pretty sure the world was doomed. Ignoring the fact that most people still seem to be repetitive morons who, at most, can pretend to know something about politics based on shitty punk music. It's not that there aren't wicked smart people out there, it's just that Ottawa's a hole. Today I had bubble tea at Wang's Noodle House with Chris, a friend of mine who is quite nifty for many reasons, including the crazy stories he has from living all over the place, also because he is one of the sweetest people ever. He's the guy who when I'm all, "so there are these bats...in Sri Lanka...and," that's where that comes from.

I don't think I'm learning anything from school these days. It's all tedious crap they give us to kill time. Fecking Ashbury.
Intravenous injection of hard drugs, please.

I've been wicked bored lately. Last week was a blur of school and school-related things, none of which are particularly thrilling. Then I slept at Becki's on Friday before spending a lovely day picking up garbage in the rain on Saturday. What fun. So now it's Monday.
Dylan should be coming in a month and a bit so that ought to jazz things up some. I miss him. A lot.
The two weeks of good weather are over. Canada's a pain in the ass like that. Could be worse. My friend Yusuf was listening to me bitch about the temperature while we were walking to the bus stop, and we agreed that it can always be worse. Even if you're being struck by lightening and eaten by wild dogs, at least the lightning will have cooked you so that the dog doesn't get salmonella.
I've gotten into the habit of writing down some of the random crap I make up. It makes classes more interesting. The solubility of zinc is used to form a giant flesh-eating land-fish.
Adam made a slideshow of our Paris trip and it is proper amazing. I'm quite proud of him.
Here are my partners in crime in France: (Adam would be the sexy redhead seducing Corey)

My desk is too frightening to be a part of my life any longer.

School is like hell, but with a much worse smell. That rhymes.

Well kids, I'm back from France. I had a smashing time, but I will refrain from yaking about it and you can ask me if you care (it kicked ass though so please do). So I've been back in Ottawa for almost a week now and I had almost forgot how ridiculously dull it all is. It is warmer than when I left though, and I don't have any new diseases. Other than the play and the other night at Isabelle's, I haven't actually done anything particularly interesting since my return to the homeland. Actually nevermind, that's more than I usually do. Also, I've been dumped so I've decided the stapler is my new lover:

You're jealous aren't you?