I’m pretending I’m cleaning, but really I’m making a big mess. You know how it is. When you start going through boxes of stuff you come across old diaries, old letters, random mixtapes and things that you can’t resist looking at. The result is a giant mess. The closet I was trying to clean out is empty but the contents are all over my floor.
I managed to skate ok last night. I couldn’t go super fast or for that long but I had fun anyway.
This slays me. Borat’s going to have a field day with this one.
So I took my writing assessment for the school course I’m trying to get into yesterday. It was quite difficult, although I think I probably passed it. Unfortunately, OCAS messed up and I technically shouldn’t have been offered even a conditional spot in the program since I don’t have a BA or enough post secondary education. The program coordinator asked me to give him a package of writing samples and any published work so I dropped that off today. Hopefully it’s satisfactory because I’m going o be devastated if I don’t get into this course. I have been planning on it for a couple months and was planning to start in January. My whole year is fucked if I don’t make it.
On the subject of Marmite; have you ever had Lebanon Bologne from Pennsylvania?
Mmmmmmmm!
–dz
When you have that kind of mess, there’s no other choice but a controled burn, just start a fire and let the power of hyrocarbon combustion do the cleaning for you.
Anyway, love the blog, check me at Memoirs of a Stoner
I’d take that candlepin bowling ball ya got back there in the way back of your closet!
–dz