June 3, 2000 — The best prom ever

Well, it's prom night, and all in all I don't regret a thing. I just got back from seeing The Beach at the Mayfair, which was vaguely entertaining, although the book was much, much better. I saw a limo on my way home which I suspect may have been going to the St. Mark boat cruise (it would have been about the right time, and I was still downtown when I saw it).

My sister's having her birthday party downstairs at the moment and the sound of laughter is becoming rather abrasive.

Since I don't have any homework this weekend, I'm dedicating my time to getting caught up at work and to updating the Web site I do for R-Kade, a Montreal-based MC. If I hear any Bran Van 3000 news, I have to update that one as well.

I went to Living Colour, my Ottawa piercing store (store?) of choice, to ask about getting titanium bars for my industrial piercingss once the rings in my left ear have healed. I'm going to get one of the holes in the right ear redone so that they match better, too. Free pain!

No one's posted on the message board in a long time. I'm going to have to start flyering and submitting the site to search engines. And my stickers had better come in the mail soon, dammit.

I think I've let Andrew down, since I didn't have time to rent a dinghy to paddle alongside the boat and from which to toss molotov cocktails toward the inebriated boat cruise passengers. Maybe next year.

I'm going to have three more tests next week and then I'll be done with high school, except for exams. What really angers me about exams is that Princess Mononoke is playing twice this month at the Mayfair, once the night before my English exam and once the night before my Physics exam. I still might go and see it both nights anyways, mind you. I'm definitely going the night before the English exam.

I learned today that my cousin got into medical school at Western. He was turned down by Queen's, but he said the interview didn't seem to go that well anyways, so he wasn't terribly surprised. It's good to hear, though; it makes me feel that I've a bit more of a chance.

The sad thing is, I've got four more years of education ahead of me even though high school's finally ending, and then if I decide to try for the whole doctor thing, another four at least. I could be 26 or 27 years old before starting my life, and it feels like life will be over by then.