See, I told you, who was who, and gave you a world view.

I spent the last five minutes listening to Apostle of Hustle [which I bought on a whim last summer and I still adore.] trying to decide if I care that my room is messy, and how if I clean, it will still be messy tomorrow.

A lot of things have been happening, around me and to me lately. I've been going out and having fun, being gregarious, adoring a girl, dancing, music absorbing, venting, ranting, crying, etc. etc.

Today, I went and bought a plunger for work, and Melissa flooded the toilet with her noodles. I peeled of half the skin and a considerable part of my finger nail in two unrelated utility knife accidents, neither, fantastically, involved blood!

I went to the Dalhousie info night this morning, and pending any unforeseen issues I shall be living in Halifax next year. I asked about homophobia, which is pretty much the only aspect of living in Halifax that has bothered me, and the guy I asked said "There isn't any." which I don't entirely believe, because people are people, but I take that to mean good things. He had some evidence to back up that claim as well. So, it's all good.

It's all good.