In the words of Edie Brickell, "I'm not aware of too many things, I know what I know if you know what I mean." It's a good song. I thoroughly recommend it.

The last couple of days have been good. Sociology of Education is going to be a very, very asinine class, and they are bell-curving us in it, but I will survive it, and maybe even meet new people, or at the very least just hang out with Kori more.

I've applied for a few jobs here and there so here's hoping I come up with something soon. I could get a job with TearMyRectum and call people in new york slagging george pataki (if that's his name) and telling people not to vote for his Republican ass for governor. However, I don't really think that's a cool thing to do, so I probably won't do that unless absolutely necessary.

In other news, I have paid my tuition and my recent bills, so things are progressing well.

Friday night ended up being a lot of fun. Arwyn had gone home for the weekend, so it was only Mathman, Benjamin and myself, which meant the three of us getting into trouble. Our friend Greg came over and we ended up playing the Trivial Pursuit drinking game that Benjamin and I made up a long time ago (basically the game structure is that if you answer the question incorrectly, you have to take a drink; if you answer it correctly, you get to make someone else take two drinks). I started out drinking Canadian Club with Pepsi, then made it into straight raspberry sourpuss, and then decided that drinking straight Canadian club was a good idea, which it is not. At all. In any way. It tastes like burning. The gist of all this is that I was more drunk than I probably have been since the first time I got drunk, way back when I was 17, for her birthday. It was scary, but fun. After walking Master Greg home, the three of us decided to head up to the Wall, which is our student bar, where we danced for about two hours. What a crazy night. I don't actually get the urge to go out and dance very often (mainly because I'm a bad dancer) but man, get some liquor into me and it's a whole new ballgame. The highlight of the night--and what will probably be one of my favourite memories from the time I've spent here at Nip--was jump-dancing to Neil Diamond's "Sweet Caroline" with Mathman and Ben, in a giant group hug. It was good times.

Unfortunately, we walked home from the bar, which took nearly 45 minutes, and we didn't end up going to bed until about 3:30--normally not a problem, but we'd agreed to go to a record convention with Greg at 10 the next day. We did still make it, but I think we were a little more sleepy than we would have liked. The record convention was good times--Benjamin bought about 6 Supertramp records for his mom (or so he claims), and I bought Joni Mitchell's 'Blue', as well as the 45 for the Clash's "should I stay or should I go?" and *drumroll* Fleetwood Mac's "Rhiannon". I've been looking for it forever, so I was elated.

I'm also now the vice-president of Students on Stage, our drama club at the school, and Monday is the first day of nominations for NUSU council positions, which means that things are about to get very busy. Very busy, indeed. Ben and I are planning to have the first issue of Magma out by Friday, as well, which means I'm basically gearing myself up for another year of being far too busy.

Not that there's anything wrong with that. Especially when my beloved Mike wil be returning to these parts in only a few short days.

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