drea

I`m at the squab`s. People are moving in and out of my appartement. I bet it`s a zoo. I`m glad I`m not there. Pretty soon I`ll post pictures of my wounds and THEN you`ll be sorry you didn`t comment! HONK!

The squab has already seen this entry on my lj, so I hope that he'll bear with me...

Irony can bite me in the ass,
and I'm absolutely certain that one of these days it will. So, in an effort to make myself feel better, lose weight and generally be healthy, I injured myself. If you look irony up in the dictionary, you'll probably find...
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I've basically spent the past four days at my parent's beach club with them. It's lovely, very rural and isolated and generally very quiet. I think that I got a few pictures of it, so I'll try to post them des que possible. Today, however, there were a fair number of people there, and among them was a tiny 1 month old baby. So small,...
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Ugh, having been home and seen the damage, I need to cut back on the crap food. So, this an avise to those of you who I see regularly, which is blessedly a lot of you. Please don't get mad/make comments/tell me it's stupid if I decline bread/chocolate/candy/beer or sugary fruit. It's nothing to do with you and should not be taken as an insult...
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Several items

-McGill blows more and more goats which each passing day.
(They didn't give me ANY money for the Institute Fellowship, and EVERYONE else I spoke to was awarded at least a little)

-My Squab gets cuter with eaching passing day.

-So does the small baby, so between the two of them, I freak out a lot.

-Montral people pop out the cutest kids...
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The Institute's not offering any courses that I can take!!! Aaagggghhhhh!

I'm tired of being the fat happy idiot and that's over now. I'm tired of being a giant joke. I'm not saying this because I'm an incredibly hostile person, but because for two years I've been putting up with an incredible amount of bullshit, I'm never allowed to express my politically incorrect opinions, etc, I'm never allowed to NOT eat bread and candy, never allowed...
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My roommate M's father is in the hospital with a vague and unpronounceable illness. Having had various (and unpleasant) differences with M in the past, I can only say now that I know what it's like to have a father in the hospital with a complicated ailment. The day that I learned of this was the worst day of my life, and hearing about M's...
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The gravy train's over. See my livejournal for more details.
Squab, V showed an amazing recipe for peanut sauce. Mmmm, peanuts.

I'm going to have an hors d'oeuvre party. I hope that I spelled that correctly, but I most likely did not. Everyone brings a plate of them to pass. I pick the music-ie, nothing loud or hipster/indie annoying. We play with the babies. It'll be nice.