Sorry!

Damn I neglected this blog:

There are currently no less than 40 ounces of timmie's coffee either in, or about to be in, my bloodstream. I love studying!

I think....

That the beard will be making her comeback.

I sound like a lazy bastard, but I sometimes just don't have time to shave, especially now that I'm using a real razor.

Probably until I'm forced to shave it for work, so mid-Aprilish

Give me one more day....

...And still I'd never do anything

This is the official blog of nonsense

My first LJ post is exponentially better written than anything I've posted on this blog. I'm not sure if it was a fluke or what, but from now on the LJ is for official bloggins, and this is for...well...whatever the hell it is I do right now.

So, I came to the realization this morning that every bus/streetcar route I use on a regular basis (16,54,11,124 & 511) passes a hospital somewhere along the route (2 at Scarborough Gen, 2 at Sunnybrook and 1 at Toronto Western, incase you were wondering). I don't know what percentage of TTC routes pass hospitals, but I found it kind of strange. Perhaps I like it where it's safe?

Self-Kyboshing

Well, I decided that running for editor in chief of ProTem was probably a dumb idea. I really haven't the faintest idea how to run a newspaper, and since my goal would have been to NOT run the thing into the ground, it's probably not the best thing to go into completely blindly. The goal is simply to make RG better next year, and I'll be happy with that

What the hell kind of threepenny opera costs 5 bucks?

Threepenny opera was pretty good...I should know better than to doubt Becca's judgement...or probably any drama major for that matter, at least when it comes to theatre related stuff

I think I need to drink more

Seriously, it would at least provide some sort of justification for the stupid shit I do...like downloading Falco's entire discography...which I did last night...

I feel strangely satisfied

Six chord progressions, two melody lines I've been rearranging for a good 6 weeks, and far too many pages of paper later, I think I've written something decent sounding. I don't know if it is because I resolved it to be unfinishable, but stepping away and coming back to it seemed to be the formula. Hell, going through my old notebooks, I think I may even have some lyrics that could fit with it. Regardless though, I'm very happy with myself