great weekend, great day.

All my classes seem awesome, every single one of my profs seems really cool. American Lit is the best first impression from a lit course yet. Myth is going to be easy, entertaining, and funny, and interesting.

The biggest news for me though is that my nine thousand dollar dream is crushed. however, its shell left behind a five thousand dollar dream that’s as much as I could hope for anyway. I now get 2000 big ones from the government for being disabled, and I have officially got permission from the dean of humanities to contact Sasha about raising my mark therefore getting my non-re-renweable 3000 buck scholarship that I missed by one measley mark. The prospect of “scheduling an appointment with the dean of the school of the arts” that was put on me by the fine folks of the humanities was going to be very daunting, and I was worried I’d have to beg, or maybe cry. But it turns out the dean is just about the nicest, friendliest, coolest, easy-going dude I could imagine. So he’s gonna email me when the mark is changed and then I just email the financial aid types and I’m suddenly three thousand dollars richer. Or as Brian correctly corrected me, three thousand dollars less poor.

Tonight I’m allegedly going to some sort of mutated martini party at Russ’ house to celebrate. I don’t know for sure if the plan for a big party will fly since it was related to me by a rather inebriated Russel and might be downscaled (ie not upscaled in the first place) will find out soon. But I’d be content enough just to go home and read… I only got 4 hours of sleep last night after a rollicking good time at the west-end and then some exploitation of our upstairs and brendan making sweet musical love to my (er.. my dad’s, technically) guitar.

Weekend plans seem to have mostly solidified. Ear to the Ground fest looks a mite too expensive, so it’ll just be to and froing from TO for U2, Sigur Ros and Royksopp. The CFMU general meeting is on sunday evening, so that’s more incentive not to skip my classes and just stay in toronto until Tuesday evening. Hopefully I’ll get a better idea of when the slipstream radio show will be and when I can start… I’m quite chomping at the bit, in a horselike fashion.

And now off to eat some grass.

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