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yo.

so i've been making m'self look like a fool, laughing at dolores's entry and learning about her affinity with a dirty pink ball. i'll tell you, toothbrush, that they do eventually discard the kitten-toy, a la a security blanket, but i'm nearly 24 and still sleep with my blankie so i guess i'm talking shit.

life is alright. like i told fred, the plight of the jews has once again rewarded me with another A paper, this time dealing with Canada's response to the refugee crisis in the 30s. (you should read about it - another example of how the world sucks bollocks, especially/even the west) everytime i wrote the word "refugee" i thought of the fugees and thought about their place in the homogenization of hip-hop and what would have happened if they hadn't split into solo projects, and do i like them, or would i be so sick of their songs playing over and over way back when that i wouldn't be able to listen to them?

(but seriously, my academic success is only due to my passionate study of the injustices of humanity)

dicky and i had a show on sunday, and it went over pretty well. we will play again this thursday (a couple of songs) at a christmas party thingy, and friday we do another set at a club! yeeeharr.

well. i'm exhausted. my eyes have lost their ability to surf the net for more than 3 hours at a time. shoot.