GREAT GOOGLY-MOOGLY

Guess what? I did it again. I handed in an assignment ON TIME. An assignment I worked hard on! (Not super hard. I only vouch for the puctuality, not the quality.) God it feels good. So very good. If only it didn't take so much effort to get that feeling. Oh well.
It was an essay for anthropology, if you were wondering. And this probably makes it the first time I've handed an essay in on time in 4 years or so. And tomorrow, I don't have to worry about it! I don't have to put it off anymore! I won't lose marks for tardiness! It won't interfere with getting my next essay done! (The next one is due in a week - poo - but I've already got all the research I'll need, so that's happy.)

Anywho, I should go to bed. I think I am going to put up my Christmas lights tomorrow.

Night!

Really? Really?

Are horoscopes a big deal? See, I didn't think so, but apparently, they may be. An exercise to illustrate my confusion: click on my blogger profile, and then select "Novocaine" under the movies I like. This will bring you to a result page for you to find people who also like the movie "Novocaine". It will tell you their gender, age, and horoscope. It must be somehow relevant - choosing a blog to read based on guidelines of cosmic harmony - because I refuse to believe that blogger is some sort of secret dating site.

Fishing? Moi?

Okay, so I am going along with the assumption that people actually read and/or care about what I say on this blog, even though NO ONE COMMENTS, so I am writing again. I am also writing again, because this is my 76th post, and in order to get to the more noteworthy 100, I've got to keep posting.

So I won't be back in Calgary (which I originally spelled as Clagry) till the 14th or 15th of December. I couldn't come home this holiday weekend, because I have absolute scads of stuff to do (most of which I haven't started on. For SHAME.) Oh, and I don't have a reading week, or anything like that. You lot'll just have to muddle along withouh me for just over a month yet. I know I am vital to your lives and all, and I am sorry your worship of me has to be long-distance.

I wish I could give you a video (or another installment of UC, while I'm wishing) but I really have loads to do, and I am determined to actually do it.

Farewell me lovelies,
until we meet again.