Warning: this post is about poop.

Before I went to New York, I was really worried about having to live with a stranger for a couple weeks. I wasn't worried in the sense of "what if I can't stand them", since I can get along with pretty much anyone. No, I was worried in the sense of "what happens when I have to... use the washroom?". Thankfully, my roommate Jen (who turned out to be the coolest person on the trip) was also worried about this. Over the course of a day we had already invented a secret phrase to use when number two was calling.

Basically, we called it "reading a magazine". The following are actual quotes used by us throughout the trip to illustrate how this was done:

"Ok, I need to read a magazine, and you will say nothing about it"

"Shit, I need to read a magazine... can we go back to the hotel now?"

And my all-time favorite "I have read a magazine all over New York City".

Now I know this subject is a bit taboo to talk about, but you have to remember that everybody poops. And who better to remind us this than J.D and Turk? <3link<3

Later.

Last Words

Ever since reading Looking for Alaska, I have become entranced with the aspect of "last words". ie. The things people say right before they die.

My Favorite:

“How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!” - Last words of Simon Bolivar

b-b-b-blog?

So I am starting a blog.

Mostly because I never journal or keep a diary and I think it is about time. I finally feel like my life is sort-of, kind-of headed in the right direction, and I want to remember it :D

Maybe dropping out of university and moving to Mississauga will be a good thing. One could only hope.

My computer thinks that "Mississauga" is spelt wrong. Bad sign?