Bag Lady!

Today I brought to school the following items:

Travel mug

Gym shorts

Change of clothes for after capoeira

iPod

Cell phone

Laptop

Lucia music binder

10-lb econ coma-brick textbook

Two semesters of economics notes in a blue binder

Chapstick

Lip gloss

Concealer (for concealing myself)

Chickpea-and-beet salad

Two clementines

Wallet

Pens! Many!

Hat

Mitts

Sweater

A fork

Bus pass

Deodorant

The difference between "student" and "hobo" is such a fine distinction. Today in capoeira we learned to do an armada and it was quite entertaining. Spinning kicks for the win! A little preliminary research on YouTube demonstrates to me that this is but the first step in learning to do kicks where you fly through the aaaaair, which is just inexpressibly exciting.

And now back to the world where I have schoolwork to do. Feh!

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My thesis is finally halfway starting to make sense! Oh man. Exciting.

Weekend Update

Last week I ate cookies and pasta and drank water and beer. I have lost four pounds, which is confusing.

Last week I did not practice my Lucia music. I knew most of it for the concert tonight anyway, which is confusing.

Last week I demonstrated once more my exceptionally poor time management skills. I expect somehow to both finish my thesis outline and not fail my econ exam, which is unlikely.

Last week I went to my first capoeira roda and totally sucked but that is to be expected and I had fun anyway, which is also to be expected.

This week I'm going home!

Depressing Realizations

My life is less interesting than the lives of the people to whom my spam is addressed. Look what shot down the intertubes this morning, somehow bypassing my spam filter:

Hi James,

Here is the video of this patient interrogation / cross-examination. I think he doesn't say everything.

I'll ask the psychologist to work with him. I suppose he can fall under hypnotist's spell. Also I'll make him to pass lie detector examination, and then we'll compare all the information and make a conclusion.

If you need me, I'm online.

Gerald.

Intrigue! Lie detectors! Broken English!

Child of the 80s

Oh, no. I have a mullet. Must call hairdresser instantly.

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.