the perfect drug

so i'm sitting here on what is technically the last day of my degree. no more classes. no more books. and of course, that means no more teacher's dirrrty looks.

i celebrated my last day by using my discount at shopper's to buy myself some self-congradulatory lip gloss - like i need it - and am going to watch two hours of laguna beach later. i just so happen to be a sucker for high-shine lips and teenage drama.

i should be studying tonight to ensure that i actually pass my gigantor test tuesday and get my degree. however, my brain is pretty much in stoopid mode. and i've scheduled myself a haircut tomorrow, so there's another few hours down the tubes. i plan on learning through osmosis. perhaps i'll sleep on my books tonight. which wouldn't be much different from another night this week, where i half-woke up around 4:30 am to find myself with a magazine on my pillow next to me which i clearly must have grabbed from my night stand in some strange dream. (and i thought i was weird enough awake)

and just because i want to, i'm going to post some pictures from this past year to make things more fun.


















and i guess by pictures, i mean this one of my roommate. i wouldn't let him wear my sombrero until he let me draw a mexican moustache on him with a blue sharpie. i think my artistic skills speak for themselves.


















i also think that this picture, the second in the series, speaks for itself. alcohol + blue sharpie + mexican moustache + doing a handstand in the door to your roomie's bedroom = her taking a picture of you looking like a mofo.


















this one is from montreal last summer. i miss montreal. i've been lucky living in ottawa, which is basically one heck of a short train ride away (or, if you stand at the front of the train and move your arms back and forth really fast, a really quick run). i've been to montreal twice this year, and am becoming more familiar with the city. in other words, i have several favourite shoe stores, and can pretty much navagate my way around the underground mall blindfolded.























and not only do i miss montreal, but i miss ottawa. it's become home these past few years, and i'm going to miss it this summer. i'm even going to miss the weird french guy on my frisbee team who pretty much looks exactly like the lead singer of the darkness.

but, now that it's officially almost over, i can finally look forward to a summer full of new fun memories.