Word to your moms, I came to drop bombs.

Thanks Andrew.

i heart the internet super highway & the dot.com revolution

& Marcel Dzama.

wiggidy wiggidy wack

My laptop came in the mail yesterday! After a really long and horrible day at school I came home to see it sitting on my bed, along with a note saying that someone that I haven't spoken to since highschool called.

Little fuckers better not steal this one...

I wish I still had all my pictures. Whatever. I have a new laptop! Pictures & nonsense, etc., soon.

Foot Fountain!

Soooon I will have a new laptop. And sooooon I'll be posting like it's 1999.

Just wanted to tell you that I miss you. Krista: I've decorated my apartment with your paintings and photos. I've put that birthday card that you gave me this year right beside my bed, and the photo of us on the swing above my dresser. I miss you more than ever and I wish you were here to play with my hair. Sarah: I just read the nicest email from you. I, of course, almost started crying in this stupid computer lab. I'm so excited for you to come visit. I hope it works out! And Krista! You should come! I promise it will be cheap cheap cheap. Jillian: I hope you are doing better these days - he better listen to Wendy. He better. Talk to you soon, of course. Any chance of you coming for a visit? Maybe I'll just come visit you... Darcy: I wish I had the internet so I could talk to you. What is your number? I should probably be emailing this stuff... Paul, what's your number? FRANCESCA! I will see you in 2 days! Mark, I wish you could come too. Matt: get a slamdancing phone already. I really want to talk to you. Nicole: Thanks so much for the letter. I will write you (and Sarah) one sooooon.

Soon soon soon soon.

I keep getting bad looks from people waiting for a computer. I can't wait to get my new lappie. Then you can here about all the stuff I love about Montreal. And what my apartment is like...and what Adriann is like... And pictures. Soon I will have so many pictures to post.

I just wanted to tell you that I miss you.

PS - I walked by the foot fountaint a couple of weeks ago. I didn't realize until I saw it again a couple of days ago that it was the foot fountain. I also walked by the place where I got that piercing. I forgot all about that.

well aint that just fanciful

Yesterday I went to trusty Canadian Tire to buy some things for the house and when I came back I noticed that my laptop wasn't where I had left it. I looked around the house to see if Adriann or Danielle had used and it put it somewhere else. Then I noticed the back door had been broken into.

My laptop is gone. Adriann's laptop is gone. Danielle's laptop is gone. And Adriann's camera. This morning I went to get my new backpack for school, the backpack I had just sewn my compass patch onto, and I couldn't find it. It had my memory stick and my address book in it.

All my pictures, my music, and (most importantly) all my written work and letters that I ever really cared about are gone. Love letters, stories people have written and sent me. Everystupidfuckingthing.

Oh. And Bell didn't switch over our phone account properly so I had to call the police (and my dad...) from a payphone down the street. And the phone number of the only person in Montreal who I feel comfortable crying in front of was lost when the computer was taken. So I just waited for the police and my roommates to arrive so I could tell them the news. I got to watch construction workers build a condo across the street. I didn't know what else to do. They have built each condo offsite and are just plopping them down like large wooden pieces of lego, two pieces for every home.

So. Umm. Call? If you can get through. I've sent you the number.

I miss the summer (& Halifax)