Ah, at long last, North Bay has become true to its reputation: It's fucking freezing here, if you'll pardon my swearing. Last week, we were setting record temperatures for how warm it was, and now it's abyssmally cold. If abysses can be said to be cold, that is. Presumably they can. They're usually dark and gloomy, so why not cold?

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I'd really like to know who goes to Laurier and reads this. Email me, please!

So I started handing out Magma today at school, which went pretty well--people seemed interested, for the most part...so hopefully some people will at least think about contributing. It made me really anxious to be handing out the newspaper, because I know a lot of people are not going tobe happy about what we're doing...although, that is their problem. But even so, I think I'd make a terrible spy and a worse criminal.

Work tomorrow, and history class...fun stuff. Except for the 'fun' part, right?

I've been listening to Dayna Manning recently and it's frightening. I bought her debut CD when I was fifteen and I seriously thought it was epic. Now, five years later, I can see that it was, at best, a weak debut album with only two or three songs hinting at possible talent and potential. It's funny to see how I've changed and grown away from that. SEan Ono Lennon and Melanie Doane play on it, though.

Growing up seems to be an unfortunate consequence of being young.

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