oh, how things go from bad to good, and vice-versa.

In these photographs: Jean and I made our very own "New Brunswick Corner," as she's from Fredericton and I'm from Saint John. Cute, eh?

Well, I'm a little tired and upset right now, so the following is a list of updates in my ever-thrilling and ever-changing life:

1. Could it be? Joel finally has his fake I.D.? Yes, yes, 'tis true. I got it this morning, and it even worked at a REAL club! Wow, I am fucking set.
2. Well now, who had a job interview at Hollister today? Why, I did! As bizarre as it was, with the 25 people in a group interview, I really do feel I did very well. I'll know how I did within a week, baby!
3. Reading week is alas coming to an end this weekend. Augh. But it was a hella good reading week, ohhh yes, it really was.
4. My very first clubbing experience this evening sucked ass. The ride there was creepy, with cops everywhere and our taxi driver mumbling to himself. Upon arriving to Tonic with Brittany and Slava, it was obviously dead, because we were so early. I had to pay a surprise cover of $10, which I didn't exactly appreciate. Though the club sucked at first, since we were so early, Brittany and Slava decided to leave, despite my $10. After that, everything went downhill, because everywhere else was at least $5, and I just didn't feel like spending any more. Auuugh. So I walked all the way back from the Richmond Club District to Ryerson. Fucking shit. And now I can't go out tomorrow night, or at least I don't think I will, because I'll have to pay at least $10, and likely more for alcohol, and I've already spent SO much money this week, it's horrifying. Come onnn, Hollister!
5. I'm really ... not nervous, but anticipatory for this coming week. I'll find out three major things: 1) If Hollister wants to hire me as one of their prestigious brand representatives, 2) If the "Mass Exodus" fashion show wants me as a model, and 3) If I'll become a presenter for the TARA Awards. Such tension!!!

Right, I think I've covered everything. I feel gross right now, I just had a big piece of mocha cake... RAC, here I come! I can't wait until I'm an actual model and can't allow myself such indulgeances as the one in which I just partook, it'll be good for my body. I need to go back to my vegetarian ways.

Yours in the T-Dot,

Lee.

(Yes, according to my ID, my name is Lee Chitiz, I'm 20 years old, and I'm from Thornhill, Ontario. Right you are.)