so i was coming home from "the foxes den" with georges, marko, v something (i can't spell his name) and r something (can't spell his either) and i was going to the yonge and bloor station...when i passed the yonge and bloor intersection...there were ambulances and fire trucks and police all over the place...and me being the curious kitty that i am, asked a passerby what was going on...so apparently an advertising truck clipped the edge of a crane that was on the north west corner of yonge and bloor...and the crane tipped over onto a building that was in the middle of construction...and there were hurt ppl ON the building...and even tho i didn't exactly WITNESS it...it looked pretty bad...and plus...i could hear the ppl on the building and it didn't sound very good...in a sense...it was kinda traumatizing...i spent my time on the subway reading plato's "republic" to take my mind off that event...

AND btw...on the subway...freakiest couple...i think they were both women...or a really ugly man...making out with another lady...man...i concentrated sooo hard on the book i was reading...it was freaky...wow...now i know why i wake up so freaking early in the morning to hitch car rides with lisa....cuz i really don't miss the sardines in the cans and the freakshows...

georges gene formula just wasn't programmed to study in the library...i hauled his ass there tonite...i was like...i promise if we study for an hour, we'll go out afterwards...and i went and studied...i had my earplugs in...i had my cue cards out...i had my lecture notes in front of me...and my huge ass textbook...and i was in my own little world...and totally assuming that georges' reading his philosophy textbook...and then i take a side glance and realize he's sprawled on the table sleeping...ahahahaaa....i didn't have the heart to hit him on the head and make him study...good luck in philosophy! ;p

i wonder if marko will ever grace "the foxes den" ever again...so he's having a deep business conversation with one of the guys...but he wanted to order something from the menu...and so i flagged down a waitress but i didn't want to interrupt the conversation and i tell the waitress so...she's like "what's his name?" and i'm like "marko"...and she goes "MARKO" (with the accent and the rolling of the tongue on the 'r') and marko's head whips round to see who called him cuz apparently she sounded just like his mom when she was mad...and we all started laughing...there's actually more to it...but i can't really remember so i won't even try and make anymore of it sound funnie...so that's the end of that...

our communal blog is pretty fun...i realize now what a nerd i am...always blogging...have i no life? yep...well...maybe i just don't want to study...that could be it...but i DO...yehhhhh....