Sarah McLacklan part Deux

At the last minute I decided to volunteer whore myself out to the Molson Amphitheater for the second Sarah McLachlan show. I was lucky to be put on a bar-esque place which only dealt with booze and pizza; this provided better tips. After the show a bunch of us wanted to check out the beer tent that the Ex has, and waited for our train which turned out to be a fucking bajillion hours late. No, wait, it was 20 minutes late. But whatever--same thing.

Heh, I would try to make this sound more interesting by adding a metaphor or simile, but I'm really tired and I have a bit of a headache.

I have so much packing to do. My room is in the exact same state as when I dumped everything from Kingston into the middle of the floor when I first came home for the summer. It's going to be fun. But it's now exactly one week before I'll be in Kingston. Can't. Fucking. Wait. (Yes, the extra periods are necessary).

Not much else to say. Scott really enjoyed the risqué pictures I took of myself. Trainspotting is continuing to prove itself to be really good book. The end.