Ive come to realise that my legs will never be things of beauty. They are usually covered and scabs and my knees are permanently discoloured due to years of scrapes and bruising. Scars from 12 years of soccer I guess. I also inherited my father's odd lumpy knees. The final touch comes with the fact that I refuse to shave on any kind of regular basis so I'm often stubly. The thing is, none of this really bothers me. I bear my battle scars proudly and my lumpy knees will always remind me of my father. I dont know why I felt the need to share any of that but...there you have it.
The appartment is gradually becoming kickass and less... how shall I put it? squalid. I never knew a fridge could be that digusting. BUT I am proud to say I was (and am) dedicated to have a FRESH start in a CLEAN appartment. Next up, painting my room. I am very excited for this.
Today I played soccer in the pouring rain, twas brilliant. I now hurt, but no worries.
No, worries indeed.
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
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How fresh is FRESH?
Alexander
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I love how everyone is cleaning and painting and setting up their apartments! It feels really nice to be in the same boat as others.
I wish I could just go back to Montreal and really start setting up. But alas, I would be alone in an unknown city seeing as Phil is working until mid-August.
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