and so I stood there in the cold, just waiting for you

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Woo, party of pictures, just for you. In this exclusive party of pictures you'll find Toronto City Hall (the largest picture,) pictures of myself, Dan Scott, and the lovely Ashley Jane, ice sculptures found in the "Ice Lounge" at Nathan Phillips Square, and images of skaters having a charming Saturday evening in downtown Toronto. Grand times.

So it's Sunday morning, and I've totally stopped reading my novel, Achebe's "Things Fall Apart." Apparantly this title also refers to the book itself as well, because it's definately missing some pages. Ew, schoolwork, how I hate you more and more.

Friday night was a drunken affair, but lots of fun. It's funny how many random twists and turns and random encounters made it to be a very thrilling night indeed. Such as discovering the party on floor six because of Heather, or running into Brock and Carling after they'd just finished... "Having a group discussion." It was a good night, but it nontheless still indicated I need to get a fake ID desperately, as I truly want to go out clubbing. So very, very badly.

Yesterday afternoon was highly charming, however. Ash and I went to Allan Gardens, relaxed, read, and took some amazing pictures. Afterwards we made a visit to H&M, where I purchased my sexy, sexy dogtags. Oh, H&M, I love you. And then I helped Ash pick out some jewellery, rather fancy pants I must say.

We also made a visit to Hollister, the newest clothing retail store to hit the Eaton centre. The entire place looks like the set of the O.C. with no electricity and overpriced American Eagle generic clothing. But... I don't know, it obviously had its pre-teen charm, I suppose. And the live view of "Surf City" is quite charming, though somewhat... A huge marketing scheme. Oh, well.

Allright, I'm totally avoiding my work, so I'm getting down to it. Thanks for reading.

Yours,

Joel