drea

Sooo, I'll be posting some pictures of me soon. I just have to get off my lazy ass and use my roomate's scanner. Simple tasks (particularly if they involve technology) scare the bejesus out of me.
McGill's grading system is, pardon the ebonics, wack. The grade for my history of women in the middle east class is partially based on 3 book reviews; On the...
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I'm not religious, and I'm sure as hell not Christian, but with all this talk of resurrection and renewal, it seemed really appropriate that on Easter Sunday we had the most gorgeous weather imaginable, after weeks and months of bleakness. I went running, and my Mom and I spent the entire day walking around outside. It was one of the nicest days I've had in...
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Tabitha's appointment went ok. She's a good squib. It ripped my heart out to hold her as she was getting her shots and stuff. And the rectal thermometer. Gark! This pain and suffering for my pet also cost me eighty dollars. Oh well, cheaper than some places I'm sure.

I'm glad that my mom is here. I feel less disconnected from everything and everyone when...
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Tabitha has an appointment at the vet. They are go to poke her in the ass with a thermometer. Ew. Poor Tabby.

A man is the single most aggravating thing in the universe. They go around taunting you with their man smell, and then don't email you back a second time. Balls!

All I ever do is masturbate.

J'ai trouv un travaille. McLennan Reserves. Big effing library. I start working tonight, just as exam crunch begins. Ugh. I'm glad I'm no longer one of those godforsaken undergrads who didn't do any reading all semestre. Actually, I don't know if I was ever really like that, but I'm grateful for it. I'm writing this in the Islamic Studies' library, and will surely be crucified...
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I had a wonderful thought. If I get my PhD, I can legitimately call myself Dr Dre. Wooot.
Of course, by the time that enchanted event occurs, the reference will most likely be obsolete. Ah well, at least the cool kids would know it.

I can't concentrate on school, I hate it so.

A small squib is sleeping soundly on my desk. Guh.

I had dinner with an American war-resister tonight. He was so sweet. I was very proud of him, he must be terrified out of his mind, although he is surrounded by supportive, hot qubecoise and ex patriots and other sundry canadians. Mmm, french canadians. Want to have sex with ALL of them.

Ice ice wumbus. Who wants small kisses? Who wants to see my breasts?