Nothing very exciting has been happening in my life. No conflict I guess. My roommate and I coexist pretty naturally. I don’t even register that he is around anymore because I spend most of my time in my room (I only notice that he hasn’t done his dishes in a couple days), only coming out for the necessities of life. I am use to this habit though, I have been living out of my room since my first year of University and it didn’t really change because I have lived with strangers too many times when I am in T.O., it is a completely different story when I am at school because I seem to have a life there.



All this solitude has given me time to do a whole lot of thinking which results in me bitching about how boring my life is right now and that I need to get some “action” because it has been way too long since I even went on a date or something of that nature. It wouldn’t be so bad if there were at least prospects but none of them pan out and I am not the type to pick up in a bar, so I have to wait silently until new people are infused into my circle of friends.



But, I have the weekends and they have been really great. I keep getting really hammered and enjoying myself. This weekend will be no exception with its Frothy Green Beer and everyone’s optimistic attitudes. Thank God for weekends otherwise we would be stuck indoors until someone cracked and killed somebody and then we would get time off while they cleaned up the mess.