Woohoo!

Goin' to Burnaby over the exam break, lalalalalaaa!
I'm happy about it. Really. Very. But my mom made me promise to call her everyday and email her so that she knows her baby is safe and not being ravished or anything. I told her she has nothing to worry about, I'll be fine, but I still have to call her everyday or she'll kill me. Honestly, all I have to worry about is the angry ghosts of the Native Americans buried below Rosemary's floor. Because it's built on an Indian Burial Ground. At least I think it is...

Musical Quote of the Day (It's not actually a song...)

"The brain is like an enourmous fish; it's flat and slimy and has gills through which it can see..."

-Monty Python CD Title: Matching Tie and Handkerchief