All the Things that I have Done

Andrea has me thinking in song lyrics again. Not that she usually makes me think in song lyrics, that she has this time and I am doing it again, in that I do it fairly often. Understand?

This is a picture of University College at sunset. It was the picture of the week posted by some Western expatriate (in that he transferred to U of T). I love to see pretty pictures of my school. I believe it makes the rest of the world jealous. People who visit don't understand why I go to a castle to learn about Modern Drama. There is this really pretty lecture hall in University College called Conron Hall with stained glass windows and everything. I was supposed to have a class in it first year but the prof didn't like the acoustics.

Here is a better picture of it in daylight. I guess it does look like a castle. Professor Zeitz tells me that from the steps you get a prospect view of the lower part of campus. I tell her that I don't know what that means, and she gives me a lecture on 18th-century gardens.

This is where we ended up instead. I know that the picture is pretty impressive, but Middlesex College Room 110 smells like sweaty socks.

I am showing you these pictures so that you can gain some insight into how I spend my days. You can't tell as much from the first picture, but in the second you can see the hill I walk up and down most days of the week. The first picture is important because I used it in my desktop publishing project, which (by the way) I'm almost finished. The last one is black and white. It is monochromatic. Like me. I will give you all the money in my top drawer if you can tell me what I might possibly mean by that.

For those of you that think I've been neglecting my blogging responsibilities and not bringing you the usual delights you are so used to, you should go see Andrea's blog http://ohtheblogness.blogspot.com and check out the comments. I've been busy.

Andrea and I are making a list of songs that don't make us cry (it is surprisingly long) and we're going to burn it onto a cd so we can sit around and listen to it while we drink daiquiris. If any of you have a burner you'd be willing to let us use for this purpose, please let me know.

The wounds inflicted by my rejection from English 298E are finally starting to heal. Actually, I barely know they're there because I have so much reading and writing to do that I don't have much time to think about it.

Ford apps came out today. I'm going to try to have mine in by Friday. My father is making sure I understand the importance of getting it in early. Jeff is still off school though, and I'm pretty sure he's not getting that lecture. Isn't it fun to be the least favourite?

Dennis was asking about the cost of leasing a Fusion this summer. He can't afford it but we worked out a plan. He can share mine with me and Jeff and Meaghan. I just think it would be truly wonderful to tell Meg that she can't use it because Dennis needs it in Barrie. And then I can be evil. Everything that ends with me being evil is worthwhile.

Check out the title of this American Lit paper I want to write: "Huckleberry Finn--Cross- Dresser: How Deceit Reveals the Truth about Gender Performance and Construction". I bet you can't wait. I know I can't.

That's all the news for now ladies and gents. Have a good evening and don't forget it's hostile Wednesday tomorrow. Bus drivers beware. Convert tonight.