*friday, june 28
I'm trying to pack for Angela's cottage and it's not working. I hate packing: it just never works for me. I don't know what to bring... and everything I own centres around this one pair of jeans and my grey camisole... so as soon as they're dirty I will be smelly for the rest of the week. Then again, I didn't wash those jeans for about 5 weeks AFTER Kate spilled alcohol on them (in Quebec - they've only been washed 2ce since. My greatest achievement)! I'm going to meet Tal at his work soon... but I still have a million pounds of packing to do PLUS I hafta return a video. I don't know when. Maybe instead of returning it I'll just go into Pita Pit and give it to Sara cuz she said she wanted to see it ("Grass" - this documentary on weed which a lot of people has said was good. I enjoyed it... Tal said it didn't really teach him anything new, but it's given me a whole new perspective on the legalization issue, ie. I think it's a good idea as the states are only fighting it because they don't remember why they were in the first place and they've spent hundreds of billions (literally) of dollars on trying to stop its trade and it has yet to work). So that's that. (That was that and then we went home) Uhhh I'm not looking forward to the bus ride to Ottawa tomorrow (why's everyone's cottage so damn far away!?) but I am looking forward to the cottage itself as it'll be good bonding time with Angela (here's me putting my fists together in a "bond" sort of motion, which is also my sign for "solid" when speaking of next year's music council) and also I get to go swimming! Uh oh- time to go investigate chocolate shops and cute black-haired boys.
~check ya later
