:: Saturday, April 10, 2004 ::

I'm running out of things to say. I wrote something tonight and felt the need to take it down... how easy it is to degenerate on here to a play-by-play of one's life. Gah... do you really care how many shows I've been to, or hours I've studied, or drinks I've consumed? Well, maybe those are the interesting things... but hardly so if listed in point form.

I've had a really great week, and I think it has a lot to do with getting out of the house more. How many drinks have I consumed in the past week, you ask? Well there were the beers downtown on Tuesday, when the 35-ish French man in the bathroom line told me that I have a "beautiful face... perfect, really." There were the rum and cokes in class on the morning of Arts County Fair on Thursday, as well as the beers at the fair, and all I can remember is laughing all day. There was the red wine tonight at the housewarming of a friend.

Sign me up for rehab, baby.

There were the mellow nights as well. The night where I saw Iron & Wine, live, for the first time, and really thought I might die of happiness. The night where I stayed home at watched Bleu and remembered my interest in foreign film. The day where we cruised over the city in a Cessna and played with zero-G over SFU.

Basically, it's summertime.


~song ~ Damien Rice - Cannonball

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