just finished my linguistics midterm, its all uppity and sleet storms. its warm today though the snow might throw you off. Montreal might not have the most comforting skies, but the blue is unbeatable. its glows through the grime. its a Xiu Xiu song. its trudge trudge trudge till you break through some how and catch your breath. 2 days in a psych ward and im ready to book to ottawa for another hideaway. March is a folklore militant American Lit midterm, leadership seminars, and apartment hunting. I dont Strive to be a douglas coupland character, sometimes its just the way the chips fall (well, maybe a little)
