February 10-11, 2001 — Partial progress, sort of

I should really be studying right now. I've a physics midterm on Tuesday and I haven't attended any lectures since the first day and I've only done two weeks worth of homework. But I'd rather save myself for tomorrow night (and I'm a complete moron), so I'm going to write this journal and then go to sleep. I'm proud of me.

I skipped another journal and feel bad. Would it make you feel better if I told you that the only fun part of yesterday was watching as Andrew had his hair dyed? A little bit, maybe? Not that that wasn't a fun experience. It turned out to be pretty neat looking, blue-ish in the light and all. Back when I dyed my hair blue-black, the blue wasn't all that visible, but it's pretty obvious in Andrew's hair whenever he stands in the light. Laura offered to dye my hair as well, but I'm a little wary of friends who share the same hair dye. And I'd hate for accusations of attempting to be pseudo-Andrew to come crawling back. (I've since switched to trying to be pseudo-Jeff, if you hadn't noticed.)

In other personal grooming news, I've shaved on three consecutive days. This is practically unprecedented; the last time I actually made the effort required to shave this often was at Gillian's house, but I had someone that I was trying to impress, so it was easily explained away. I guess I'm just getting tired of having to spend a good 30 minutes shaving once a week instead of spending five minutes shaving six or seven times a week. (For those who haven't been through the ordeal of putting off shaving for weeks at a time and then trying to get back to looking respectable by using an electric razor, I can only say that I don't recommend the experience. And that the "lift and cut" system can be a tad painful when you're in that awkward period between "stubble" and "beard.") Or maybe I'm just feeling self-conscious now that I've got a new Web cam that's actually able to pick up details like facial hair. (In focus, even!) Just don't expect it to last...

And then there was Sunday. Jeff finally returned to Toronto after disappearing early last week, and Amy dropped by, too. We discussed living arrangements for next year, and it looks like Jeff and Amy are interested in living with Andrew, Johnston, and me, so it's nice to have that settled. Although Andrew still hasn't been informed, I'm guessing he'll be alright with it since he brought up the possibility of living with Jeff and Amy yesterday. With no references and a student budget, we're bound to be able to get a downtown condominium...

In all honesty, though, no matter where we live will prove a huge improvement over this year. We could be paying $600 each a month in rent and eating at restaurants for two meals each day, and living in Toronto would still be cheaper than than it has been this year, for which we've all been unhappy with our living arrangements and meal plans. So I can go back to looking forward to the future with blind optimism as I did in the months leading up to moving to Toronto for university, and won't that be fun?

Slightly after talk of living arrangements was put on hold, the topic of which songs we'd like played at our funerals came up. I've therefore started to think that it's about time I start documenting which songs I'd like played at mine. Given the unlikelihood of my ever picking songs to play at a wedding, this'll have to do it for me. Jeff said that he didn't want to play all sad songs at his, but I don't think I'd be into that. I'm all for trying to orchestrate some tears out of the attendees of my funeral through music. I'm still going to have to pick out specific songs, but Joy Division and Portishead have both been shortlisted for my funeral mix tape. (Which will be available to all who attend, by the way.) I'll let you know once I've the final tracklisting. I think it's safe to say that The Smiths and Godspeed You Black Emporer! can both be expected to make appearances, too. And I think that's about enough of this morbid talk of funeral mix tapes, so let's move on...

I hate to admit it, but I've little else to talk about. I'm proud to say that I won our first Scrabble game in awhile (with "postman" on a triple-world score, using all of my letters), and I'm also happy to mention that I've applied to get @gregsucks.com email addresses setup, but I don't think either of those points really warrants a paragraph to itself. So I'll leave it at that. Details of my battles with physics to follow tomorrow.