| Thursday, September 21st, 2006 |
| 7:42 pm |
The downside of going to an ivy league school would be that I would gain a ton of weight
Seriously, They have not stoped feeding me since I got here. Myself and mom are on a fatherhood conference road trip at Cornell. There is a faculty of Hotel management so to give them some practice they have a hotel with all these very chipper undergrads, so chipper that I in fact believe that they may think I am grading them somehow. Also, what kind of academic programme is hotel management? Finally, why do economists hit on everyone? Is this some kind of economics formula that I have not been made aware of? Current Mood: full of foodCurrent Music: the door sings with your key |
| Friday, March 24th, 2006 |
| 12:32 pm |
there are like 20 ageing francophone hipsters outside my door
There are currently like 20 ageing hipsters standing on the fire escape outside my door, leaning and carousing. One just spat a giant lung clearing lougy, proving once and for all that no mater how cool your pants are you can still catch lung cancer. In positive news at some point this month the ageing hipsters decided to move the sketchy fridge off of the vaguely up to code fire escape. You take the good with the plaid. Oh snap, I made a pun. Current Mood: i hate puns |
| Thursday, March 2nd, 2006 |
| 7:14 pm |
the buffalo girl
Quite regulairly, on the way to school, there is a huge bilboard for buffalo jeans? cloths? shoes? anyway, some kind of bison related product which is advertised using a young lady posing in their jeans?cloths?shoes? I can contemplate her for quite a while as I travel down sherbrooke. the current young buffalo lady is what I can only describe as cross-eyed. Why? I always wonder. Well, I suppose in all her cross-eyed glory she looks happy. Current Mood: bemused |
| Friday, February 24th, 2006 |
| 12:53 pm |
Too much work
Sometimes, when talking with my supervisor, I kind of get the crazy go nuts type feeling. I then say things like "i'm going to have a rough draft of my results section in your mail box by monday, and then am going to give you a bunch of slides for a talk that I'm doing. Then walking away from the "supervisor high" you stop and ponder why you said those wildly life-complicating statements. Why is seeing my supervisor an extreme sport? How did my life get like this? Current Mood: wistfulCurrent Music: -dehumidifier |
| Friday, February 3rd, 2006 |
| 3:08 pm |
Misha is magic
Misha was able to seperate the two fused bowls today, without even breaking the beautiful glass bowl or putting a hole in the tin bowl. This is trully a miracle that has not been seen before in our time. She has thus completed her part in the profecy that the perfect roomate will come and seperate the two bowls which i accidentally stuck together one day when doing the dishes. Current Mood: blown the fuck awayCurrent Music: discouts/my stomach |
| Monday, January 16th, 2006 |
| 7:06 pm |
fried zuchinni is pretty good for dinner
I do like a good fried zuchinni for super once and a while. I also like the house when it is very quiet. Megs, i apologize for being so phone elusive the other night, i really want to talk to you soon. I don't think I can go to mexico, as i will be in the thick of thesis writting. Current Mood: full. |
| Friday, January 6th, 2006 |
| 6:15 pm |
Whaaaa.
My stomach hurts. Probably because of the huge sandwich I just ate. None the less I beleive I shall eat another. I wallow like it's going out of style. One day SSHRC, one day. |
| Saturday, December 10th, 2005 |
| 9:08 pm |
covered in peanut shells
I am sitting in my living room gently based in a light coating of peanut shells. Why won't my mcgill application write itself? ridiculous. Misha thinks we should be young ladies out doing things in the world. Lies. I am to devoted for that. Current Mood: confusedCurrent Music: ding! pasty is warm |
| Sunday, November 27th, 2005 |
| 10:58 pm |
amazing. now I have a live journal. creepy. Erica said it was the best way to find out about her feelings. And NDP events. NDP events and her feelings. I don't want to talk about it. Current Mood: tired |