My own lack of posting

is discouraging me. I feel I have plenty to say but not enough time or conherence or general organization. Midterms are upon me like a cross between a vulture, an angel of death, and Addis Ababa, and overconsumption of muffins is doing nothing to help anything. In conclusion, posting will be sporadic until life settles in again and I stop eating muffins.

This is where I live. It is a chaotic place.


"I used to be with it, but then they changed what it was."
-my downstairs neighbour, lying on the floor in her pajamas and displaying a considerable lack of consternation over the fact.

In other news, I met David Suzuki the other day (and by met, I mean stared out the window at and wikipeia'd to fill the gaping holes in my Canada knowledge). He came to the football game that rages next to my hall every Sunday afternoon. That in itself is annoying, mostly because my library gets shanghaied so that the VIP club of the Montreal Alouettes can go feel important in it, but I can now say that the greatest living Canadian has been to my house. Success much?