Dust is my downfall. I woke up this morning to unearth all my clothes, learned that's where most of my paychecks go, and hello dust bunny city. It could be partly due to home renovations, but it's caking on thickly man.

I'm watching the news this Good Friday, missing girl in Woodstock. Named Victoria. Last seen on school surveillance tape in the hands of a 19-25 year old woman with long black hair. Anyone else thinking the "Whatever Happened to Janie?" series?
















Robert's coming over for Good Friday celebrations. Not so much celebrating, but to come over so as to escape from his family's church-going behaviour. So we're gonna spend the day watching movies and eating non-meatery. He's bringing over some jars of that awesome homemade sauce so I can help my mom cook cheese tortellini. Mmmm. Our previous plan, courtesy of Ali Pilli, was to have a barbeque. A barbeque on Good Friday? It was coincidence. We just wanted to celebrate the good weather.

And is it just me, or is every Good Friday morning a clear blue sky? Sure it slowly dissolves throughout the day, producing some cloud coverage and whatnot, but each year's morning is the colour of the Virgin Mary's shawl. That holy blue. You know what I'm talking about.















I'm officially done the class portion of school. Not done school completely seeing that I have 2 exams and one final assignment due for my 3 classes. Then I'm off to LA May 1. I need to pack.

Happythought(s) of the Day: That paper on A Streetcar Named Desire? 'Bout Blanche's madness? A-. Checked the grade on blackboard last night. Wrote it 3 am that morning. Nice.
I got Pan's Labyrinthe on BlueRay the other day. Can't wait to watch it with Ali, just wish we could've gotten stoned first but it is Good Friday and Jesus wouldn't take too kindly to that. Or would he?