I should be asleep but being the stupid me that I am, I took a nap and then ended up not tired. I might end up sleeping at midnight again.
The pixies and Weezer are great to listen to at night. They're not loud or imposing. The Pixies are uppity, and Weezer's emo. :D

Tootsie roll god. I mean pop. Adrian might know what I'm talking about, given he didn't get freaked out or anything.

I still smell like my deodorant. At least I know it works.

March Break's over. I don't think I've wasted it though. Everyone else wants another week, and yeah, so do I. Mother fuck, 3 weeks till the term's over.

Holy shit.

Happy Birthday to Melissa!

What a day.

Started off at around 6:30 in the morning. Alarm went off and I spent about two hours sitting around half awake. After calling Alex, I returned Mafia to Blockbuster (and to be honest, I was pretty disappointed). We met up at the Tim Hortons and talked about donuts, Colombian drug money (Note to FBI: We're joking. Honest.), and other wonders of humanity.
When I got up to get a donut, the strangest thing happened. Okay, it really isn't so strange to be honest, but from Alex's point of view, it was... odd. My brother in law was getting donuts there that morning too, and I just happened to be at the cashier next to him. He gave me a light, "friendly" shove, and we said hello. From Alex's point of view, she saw this tall man shove me, and I had a look of confusion on my face. Me and him talked for a bit and then he left.

Fuck I'm tired. Time to sum it all up really fast.

Lots of stuff happened, my pinky got cut, and everything went downhill at around 1:30PM. I like to think that it got better afterwards, but... not really.

Oh, and I was ice skating.

I owe Alex 5 dollars.

Let's go to Vegas and kill some hookers gamble the night away!