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I have had a most fantastic week involving the following incidents:

-shopping for berries in the Byward Market (one of the best parts of Ottawa) with the roommates and finding the best berries I’ve ever eaten.
-trying to go out to a bar and having Chris get his ID confiscated (they thought it was fake so they asked him for his postal code: he’d had a few to drink and recently moved, so he gave them the wrong one, the bouncer said we had to find a police officer if we wanted the ID back). Cat obvs took control of the situation and kicked ass and we got it back and it was the most epic night of cop-finding and night-traipsing ever.
-making French toast with the roommates the morning after our house party (the napkins smelled like vodka, but the house is clean now).
-meeting like EVERYONE EVER from my hometown in Ottawa. WTF, are we taking over the city now?
-not getting off at the wrong bus stop even once. I have conquered public transportation! … or at least two bus routes of it.
-doing absolutely nothing.
-phoning Jeremy and ending up talking to him for like HOURS about how adorable his roommate last year was ("He LOVED yogurt. Like, he couldn’t get enough of it!") and how adorable Jeremy is about his roommate from last year.
-hosting a kickass party in which all our groups of friends – many of whom had never met each other and were connected only through one roommate or other – got along famously ("I love this kid," Cat said of Chris after he laughed for like two minutes at nothing. Chris watched Val stir her drink with her finger and said loudly "This one’s my favourite!").
-eating poutine** for the first time.
-going over my September budget even though it’s like, the 13th. Lulz.
-getting addicted to 'Chicago' by Sufjan Stevens.
-our neighbours having some crazy-ass house party with like 100 people and some guy trying to climb through the hole in the fence practically through my window because the cops showed up. People also peed on our house like right outside my window. WTF.
-leaving post-it notes to each other all over the fridge ("Congrats on looking sexy in your PJs" "The house smells like tacos" "Cat you creep us all out and we love it" "Check your teeth" "Everyone needs to have quieter sex, okay" "We’re watching Cinderella tonight" "You guys we’re awesome").

<3 this week and my house and the people in it.

**Canadian specialty (I wouldn’t call it a delicacy) involving French fries, cheese curds, and gravy (… I know, right?). It sounds disgusting and it is kind of disgusting but it’s also good. It’s horrible for you and yet we all can’t get enough of it. I had never had it in my life because the idea just grossed me out, but I made the mistake of mentioning this to Mariya while we were in the market, so of course she dragged me into a restaurant to order some. I also made the rather fatal mistake of drinking this huge-ass blueberry milkshake of it so of course I got ridic sick that night, but whatever. So worth it. I’m never eating poutine again.

Oh Emm Gee. I just saw Persephone! (oo, rhyme) I'm sure I offended quite a few people in my rush to get to her, but to be honest, I could care less (expression=mystifying). I honour of the occasion I will use my danashere icon to welcome her. Don't ask.
Just about to stroll next door to the Post Office and renew my paid account for my beautifical LJ, and while in Tucson I had a revelation and idea (IDEA!!) about a header for said LJ, so I shall get to work on that. But of course, GoogleImages has to be wankerific (WOD... er, not really) and totally NOT have a decent picture of Golden Gate Mountain in Tucson except for one pitiful image from the High Chaparall (sp?). I suppose I could scan one of my own. Pfahh.
Now off to Mginnion-Land, and I shall bring more Amphibian-isms, as they're known, for your consumption and enjoyment. Or maybe just enjoyment. Whatever.

jessica_june rocks my soul. Happy birthday, m'dear. You have joined the ranks of the Unclean (I myself have yet to be among them). Sweet. Good luck finishing your DQ cake (Oh how I wish I could aid you in this most daunting of tasks) and -insert grumbles here- reading your Bleach. I wish I got that many books for my birthday.

ladyjaida has apparently finished writing a book of some kind, which I wish to read for many reasons. We shall have to steal it away in the nighttime. That is, if we aren't busy sleeping. Or dreaming. Which is pleasent enough in itself (dear God, I've forgotten how to spell pleasent), but it could be put to better use, this time. I often do this, by staying up late and reading, or worrying about procrastination, or typing all hunched over like a madman (ooohm, er - woman) in the poor light or - and I actually did this once - going outside to walk under the moon. Yes, I did that, but I got scared of wolves and I thought my parents would freak out if they knew what I was doing, so I came back in quickly, and tried to be quiet. But then I couldn't sleep. Have I mentioned that cold air makes me hyper? I believe I have, to Seahorse, but she may have forgotten. Has anyone else noticed the serious lack of a point to this entry?