Yesterday my fortune cookie said "The entire sum of existence is the magic of being needed by just one other person". Such a direct contrast to the fact that I went to Zu Bar last night, and had a very...boring time. I've always sort of known that the kind of guys I'd actually like to date probably wouldn't be at clubs but it's never stopped me from having fun until last night. Or maybe it was the fact that Karl Wolf was there, and he ruined all the music. In any case, I'm glad I got to dance even if it was punctuated frequently by men who think my dress and red lips are a green light for them to touch me.
How upset can I be really, my rabbit cuddled under my chin to wake me up today. Life can't be bad when things like that happen. I'm looking up summer courses with the U of T, and I've found a few that are interesting - I just have to convince myself they'll be worth the $400. I'm thinking of an Introduction to Aboriginal Studies, and an Astrophysics course about galaxies and stars, in general. I really wanted South American studies but there isn't even a class for that, so maybe in the fall or next year. I'm just one of those annoying people who actually like school, and would continue taking classes well into an established career.
As fond of Canada as I am, and I truly don't think I'll leave this country for any extended period of time, I've been thinking about moving to Mexico, or South America. If I did that though I wouldn't be privy to going on archaeological dig sits in Alberta with my cousin, which is probably the most bad-ass thing I've done in a long time. And man,The Police rock. Especially as a dub over to Sherlock Holmes.
