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Saturday, February 9th, 2002

So apparently new people are looking at this. People like Timmie. Hi Timmie! And Kat. Hello Kat! And that's all good.

I'm counting the days until I get to go home for Reading Week. I'm looking forward to seeing a concert, watching some DVDs, cooking some food, shopping with Jessa and Ni, and finally making T-shirts. And seeing my Toronto buddies. Yesterday, I was having a nap at about 6 (in preparation for the drunken madness that I knew would happen later on) when Caity called me from her car. She told me that she'd just been to McDonald's and bought a Shamrock Shake. See, I've ranted quite a few times about how they never sell my favourite shake anymore at St Patrick's time, but now they seem to have revived the tradition. To that, I say yay. Many times yay. Caity and I both agreed, though, that they used to be much better before the silly "triple thick shake" idea. Triple thick my ass!

What was the point of that story? Oh, right. I miss Caity.

Oh dear lord. I just popped my Sloan Peppermint EP into my computer. So. Very. Bad. The version of Underwhelmed, arguably their best song ever, includes excessive use of a tambourine. And very distorted and weak vocals. Ew. It sounds like their voices haven't broken. It's terrible.

Anyway, I'm pretty much out of things to say. Besides that, I'm still feeling kind of light-headed and weak-stomached from aforementioned crazy drunkenness. So I think I'll just end this torture right here, check my mail and then go watch Buffy with my floormates.