Limousine

Well, I love you so much.
But, do me a favour, baby; don't reply.

Finally, my time at the Clinical Education Centre is up. Until next year, crappy conservative clothing!

Wow, you could potentially stalk me with the information given in this photo. But, please don't, because it's just going to be awkward for everybody.

So, Gregory and I saw Brand New this weekend, and it was pretty freaking sweet. It's unfortunate that our forgetfulness... wait... Oh yeah, we forgot to buy earplugs, and there are no "ins and outs" at rock concerts anymore. However, I could have brought a knife into that concert with the oh-so-thorough bag searches they do.

My point is that we had to leave early because my ears were killing me.

I think the coolest part of the night was stalking Jessie Lacey. We were just taking some pictures outside of the Kool Haus, when the back doors open, and two scruffy looking men walk out to the Loblaws across the street. We looked at each other for a moment, thinking "no way." We pretended we were just taking pictures for a long time, hoping that they would come back, but it was a little creepy after ten minutes. Some time after that, we went into the Loblaws to get some warmth and food. (At least it's not snowing, unlike Thunder Bay, I bet.) Sure enough, we saw the band buying a lot of junk food. Since Greg was being such a pansy, I decided to man up and go talk to Jessie Lacey. He shook our hands and I blushed like a little school girl. He was really, really nice.

All of the above is true, except the part where Greg was a pansy and I manned up. It was the other way around.

I guess I always thought that Jessie Lacey would be a bit of a dick, just because of his lyrics. He proved me wrong. Dammit, I like being judgmental!

Physiology time. Word.