Sunday, February 08, 2004
It's Sunday night, and my hands smell like turtle excrement. Booya!
I saw a pal from Norway who I went to cegep with last night at a party and caught up on things. Basically, we're still both facetious, shallow bastards who like imported beer and progressive trance. He's living in Spitsbergen which is a little far up there.
This weekend hasn't been so successful in terms of actual homework getting done though. Curses abound.
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