I need to carry out repairs by the light of your stars.

2005-03-30 at 9:11 p.m.

I hand in my last paper tomorrow. Finally. I thought that writing about Renaissance death rituals would be highly depressing (like the time I wrote about Egon Schiele's 'Dead Mother' and couldn't sleep for a week) but it has actually been quite enjoyable. Who knew that it is acceptable to insult a corpse at an Irish wake? I didn't.

I'm back sleeping in my bed. I knew it was time to go back when I started to call the piece of foam 'my bed'. But who wants to sleep in a room with cockroaches? I haven't seen any in my room for a long time so I guess this means they've stopped multiplying.

Cockroach is such an ugly word. I'd just like to point out that we are not slobs and do not deserve them.

Our mom and dad came for Easter. This equalled a trip to Lonestar, IKEA, and my dad yelling about how much recycling we consume.

I had my mom bring my box with the stuff from both the Greece trips we made during highschool. In it was my journal that I kept during the first trip. I was sixteen:

The Athens airport is absolutely ugly! It's all concrete and dry bushes.

Wow, such a lyrical observation.

Kim wants to transfer to Guelph. This would leave me in Toronto alone and her with smart boys from highschool. I refuse to live in a depressing basement bachelor if she goes.

Frames pictures (having beer spilt into the lens didn't actually affect my camera in any way, who would have thought).

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