An odd couple of days, to be sure. School this term is now officially over and done with, for better or for worse. The worst part is simply that I have to wait until January to know how I did on everything, which is somewhat frustrating. On the whole I can only conclude that third year has been relatively easy in comparison to second year. Although, it could simply be the circumstances which are easier.

I got an 88 on my essay for Canadian history, which is wonderful--especially since it's worth 30% of my final mark. I feel much better about that now.

Mike and I had a pretty big fight last night. He did something that I very strongly disapprove of (y'know, not to make it cryptic or anything, but you can always ask) and told me about it, knowing that I would be upset. That said, I don't think he quite realized how angry I would be. It was pretty scary/strange/upsetting--I briefly considered breaking up with him. There are those who would argue that it wasn't the end of the world that he did this, but at the same time, it wasn't something that I'm cool with. Everything is cool now, though. He apologized profusely, and I think I can still trust him not to do anything too stupid.

Although he is a boy, so you never know. I ran into my friend DangerDan up at the school, and we ended up having to buy pizza pops from the convenience store because nothing else was open (it being Saturday and all). while we were in line, some of his friends were behind us checking out the Sunshine Girl in the back of the Toronto Sun. Their comments basically consisted of "Wow, she likes baseball, volleyball and soccer, AND she has big breasts! Dude!"

Dan thinks they set back the men's movement about twenty years. I expressed surprised that there was a men's movement that old.

We did Christmas in North Bay last night. I had got vampire tarot cards for Kori, flannel pyjamas from La Senza for Arwyn, a Transformers t-shirt for Monty, Star Wars: The complete annotated screenplays for Benjamin, and C3P0: tales of the golden droid (limited edition with droid figure) for the Mathman. Everyone really seemed to like their presents, which is usually a good sign.

In return, I received a new calligraphy set from Kori (desperately wanted/needed), the new Paul McCartney double live from Benjamin (woo!), a Beatles trivia game from the Mathman (wee!), a t-shirt reading "Save the trees, wipe your ass with an owl" from Monty, and The Lord of the Rings boxset from Arwyn.

I've also started a new play, which is really exciting. Sort of. It's not very good so far, and the working title is "Shades of Kevin Smith". But that's okay, 'cause George Lucas's original drafts and outlines of Star Wars were about a guy named Annikin Starkiller, who was sixteen, tall, and chubby. And Han Solo was a green alien with no nose and gills.

Of course, I like to think my dialogue is at least marginally better than George Luc-ass.

Sam Roberts is the man. He has handclaps! I *heart* handclaps. I've recently discovered that the common thread between most of my favourite songs is that they all seem to contain handclaps...coincidence?

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