Buck 65 - Kennedy Killed the Cat

I am having an awesomely wicked time with my life. I have an awesome scar/bruise on my leg from my bike pedal, it looks like shark gills. Buck 65's new CD is pretty impressive. I suggest you give it a listen. After the weekend of musical overdose I've been enjoying sampling tracks from a bunch of different artists. Ron Sexsmith, Sarah Harmer, Buck 65, Thea Gilmore, etc...

Today was really awesome.

I went to school this morning. It wasn't nearly as painful as it has been in the past. I managed to seem semi coherent in spanish. We're at the point now, that we're not allowed to speak in english. Which limits us to disconnected sentences, jibberish words, and full descriptions of the class room furniture.
I stayed awake while Dr. Brown talked about something relating to a manuscript he found in Spain. Which had no relation at all, so far as I could see, to the book Don Quixote. I also managed to get through two hours of drama without breaking out into tears.

Rene finds it funny to cause the whole class to believe that we are dating. Apparently my personal boundaries mean nothing to him, being that really, we're both so gay it would never work out. Or that's what I'dlike to think, who really knows about him. So, today I got my semi regular public molestation, and I bought him lunch. I don't feel too bad about it either.

I found out today that one of my friends probably had an abortion, and didn't tell me about it, and I couldn't help her with it, and I feel bad because I think I may have actually told her that if anything like that ever happened to her that I didn't want to be aware of it. I feel guilty. I don't even know if she's alive anymore.

That aside, the day started off with a surprise chat with my favorite christian maritimer, Sarah. I haven't talked to her in at least a year and a half. Apparently she's moving to Edmonton. I feel bad for her, from Acadia to Edmonton.

This afternoon I played with Brandy in the park. She's so adorable. They are moving soon. I'll miss them.

This evening I went for a bike ride. I stopped at the drug store and mailed seven articles of mail. The girl who is always at the post office commented on my persistant dedication to snail mail.

I delivered books and videos to Vera.

I rode up and down hills, through parks, sat on some swings, juggled, bought a slurpee and 85 cents worth of five cent candy, saw some old friends, sat on the monkey bars, pedaled around an unfamiliar neighbourhood, and then picked raspberries.

I want to camp in my back yard. Anyone up for that?

I need to look up the word Ciceronian.

Here's to tomorrow, and phone calls, and being happy.