So here I am.

In Montreal.

I am comfortably established in a wonderful appartment. It properly feels like home (all it needs is a little Rhonda). My room is my own. It's full of colour and I'm surrounded by all of my favorite things. Viki and I have spent the last few days in a blur of music, food and decorating. We have no tv yet so we've amused ourselves by watching our neighbours. Our Kitchen looks over a sort of couryard surrounded by other appartments. There's the "hot shirtless guys" appartment. We dont really know if they are good looking in any way, they're too far away. All we know is that they never wear shirts and, thanks to Katherine, we can never carry on a proper conversation with. Katherine, god bless her, called out to them during a yelled conversation accross the parking lot: "So, I guess you guys haven't unpacked your shirts yet, eh?" Viki and I, having also indulged slighty in the devil's drink, collapsed into laughter on our balcony, further insuring our permanent alienation.

We had the next door neighbour over for dinner and he ate all of our leftovers. heh... boys...


I'm so comfortable right now in my little abode that the thought of starting school in a week is odd. We need to have a housewarming party.

You now see why I havent updated in a while... I clearly have nothing to say.