-smoothies: I stole one today from caf because I didn't have enough meal credits to take it legally. nom nom delicious nom.
-the Birks reading room: hardwood floors, stained glass windows, dead silence, reading laps, dusty tomes about the religions of the world
-the girl I passed on the way to school: was wearing red lipstick, a trench coat flipped up to hide the lower half of her face, and a private-eye style brimmed hat. Total badass.
-scraping wax off skis: I had to remove about twenty layers of wax off my skis. you know how picking your nose and scratching scabs is secretly really fun but you can't do it because it's gross? removing wax is kind of like that. except so much more satisfying and socially acceptable.
-amazing, cute chic practical badass comfortable knee-high leather boots for $0: I found them abandoned on the street next to a trash can, washed and cleaned them, and wear them with no shame.
-hipster parties
-Hungarian butcher shops
-tall boys who wear flannel shirts to cover their rather nice abs
-spectacularly losing Settlers of Catan
-toques and grandfather sweaters and spandex
-becoming a fan of one's great grandfather on Facebook
-Phil Ochs
-sunlight
-girl talk
-the sounds of guitar strumming down the hall
-being held by the waist
-the idea of sheep
-howling wind and hot chocolate
-Montreal Metro: (37 dollars a month for access to the ENTIRE TRANSIT SYSTEM!)
-the cover of darkness and the brightness of day.
Howgh.
