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i guess this is as good time as any to update a tad.

im moved in. theres still a few things that i need to unpack, but im liking how the place is turning out. its little but cozy. i dont even mind the solitude all that much. yet. of course im smoking inside. i wasnt going to but its just too damn tempting and im lazy to walk outside. especially at night.

i started at weston collegiate yesterday. it seems like a rough school. but the kids were friendly thus far. i heard they turn on you in a second. i just have to make the most of it, i guess. the teacher im working with seems very nice though i speak french better than him.

today i start school. i only have one class (textual cities and cities of texts). its pretty lame, but its the only english fourth year class that fit into my schedule, which is sad. i really wanted to take from t.s. eliot to missy eliott - the art of plagarism, sampling, and appropriation but alas, it was on my teaching day. the prof is great for that course too. marcus boon. the british drugs in lit specialist.

overall, im content. im weary when i write that because every time i do, something fucks up. theres only one aspect thats missing. a lot. but maybe soon? i dont know. i hope so. forgive my enigmatic babbling.

now im off to shower because im going to school early to see monique and look at pictures from (sigh) trois pistoles.

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