To those concerned, dad is still in hospital and I feel like a dolt for having not called him for his birthday on friday. He still thinks I'm in Calgary.
In other news, I need higher than a B+ in all my courses to raise my CGPA past 5.0 to squeak into a Communication Minor. Hmm...
In other news, I've noticed how much drastically distant many "friendships" I had coming here have become and how many "friendships" I had beforehand. Oh well, it had to happen. After an enlightening discussion with my aunt about getting hung to dry/left out/ditched almost every other day in High School, I realized that I should've noticed the signs and taken them seriously. (And concluded that, invariably and almost as much as Jr High, High School was a horrid, dingy and an outright disgusting if not terrible experience. And in comparison to Jr High, that's something. Note: I'm not being emo or angsting, this is me being brutally honest.)
In other news, after going missing this afternoon at a transitway station, my cellphone has been found and is in the hands of a kind Gatinoise who phoned my brother. I should change the greeting to "If found, plz ph 613XXXXX".
Finally, Dionne Warrick is brilliant.
PS. ADQ, a right-of-centre party, gets 36 new seats after having 5 to begin with in 2003 (and only 1 when they first started). Granted, this was a protest vote in all forms...this is perhaps a sign of things to come. Ah well...I'm liking this possibility of no more referendums for some more years to come. 1995 was scary. No repeats plz.
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Man, I had fun watching the election. Nothing quite compares to watching a provincial election in Quebec with a bf taking art/history of architecture and his staunchly conservative poli-sci-major-with-a-minor-in-econ roommate. It was, uhm, special. I'm not happy about the number of seats the ADQ got, though. I am very much hoping that they won't influence policy all that much, because they are le scary.
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