I'm still alive.

School is really into full swing now; I'm counting down the days until March Break when my lovely cousin Chardé Simone (double name gang) will get here from Florida and I can not be an only child for a week. The language labs have opened up, and I've already missed one session. In theory, you go to ten lab sessions for each language you're learning once a week and boom, easy ten percent. Why is it so difficult then for me to move from the second floor to the fifth floor to do said lab? Why am I so lazy? Anyways, hopefully I'll get there this week and will nip my slacker ways in the bud.

I'm still with the Kanken, but I've been switching between my Market XL tote made by Herschel and my favourite Feiyue tote on my shorter days. Eventually I will learn, probably after I dislocate my shoulder or break it, that I shouldn't be carrying my Macbook in my Herschel tote along with a gazillion other things. If you're just going to a few classes and then going home, by all means tote it, but if you're going to go to work and then go study et cetera, don't do it. If you live in Montreal and take the métro, don't do it. I really don't know what's wrong with the STM lately, but I really wish this game of Russian Roulette they're playing with train service would stop. If the STM's idea of "new year, new things" is to play games with servicing, the least they can do is give me a free monthly pass. I'm not paying that fare hike for crap service that's already made me late for work three times and classes too many times to count in the past seven weeks. Take it from me, the last thing you want is to be balancing your bag on shoulder in your heavy winter jacket whilst packed like a sardine on a train that isn't moving next to the mustiest person imaginable thanks to Murphy's Law.

Speaking of all this Herschel, eventually I'll have to go back up to Mile End Kicks and get another can of protectant spray for my collection of Timberlands. The city has been liberal with salting the roads this year, and I'm not trying to have my boots suffer for it.

Other than that, everything's normal. I've read eight books so far, I'm working on number nine as you can see in the picture above. I'm about 175 pages into Another Country and I'm really loving it. I'm still piecing my anger and straightening my eyes out from all the rolling from reading James Franco's Palo Alto and Actors Anonymous (I also don't have anything nice to say about meeting him, so I'll be saying nothing), editing my comments on Heather O'Neill's (Hi!) Lullabies for Little Criminals, and doing my usual little side writing things.

Hope you're having a good weekend, wherever you are.

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