International Relashuns

My IR paper is done, hallelujah. "Done Is Good," as Mum says. Now all I need to do before December 12 is an outline for my thesis and study for economics, and go meet my new boss (not the same as the old boss). Friday night the gang is getting crunk somewhere, I think, and I have to memorize the music for Lucia and on Saturday I am double-booked for a climate change protest for the Day of Action and a roda for capoeira. Overall, though, I pretty much feel jaunty. Maybe even as jaunty as these gentlemen are:

Did I hit my head on the ground today harder than I thought I did, or is this kind of awesome? I'm also curious about those hand gestures at 2:14.

Last Sunday was delightful because I went to Montreal to hang out with Boopsie at nationals. She wasn't too happy with how she performed but I'm proud of her for making it - and for beating the girl who won the silver medal, at least in the pools round. She wasn't competing the day I was there, we just trucked around the city finding great classical music stores and eating at bistros with Dad.

Friday night the B.PAPMers and Notl and Graham took some time out of studying and writing papers and generally freaking out to decorate the apartment. There were some complaints about the lack of oranges with cloves stuck in them all over. And that day it had snowed so we went to the park and sledded like big stupid kids. It all ended happily, the lights in our apartment are hysterically ugly, just as we like them, and our kitchen is full of booze and cookies (two of the food groups right there). Things are looking up.