Is Bad at Blog.

Currently, I am lying in bed next my man (whom I loooooove.) He is passed out. It is 2:11 a.m. and I am not. Isn't that how so many of these posts start? Someone ranting incessantly about their chronic insomnia? Well, this isn't that usual for me. I'm usually the one conked out at 9 p.m. on a Saturday, during a marathon of Gilmore Girls, while he forces me to get up before I fall deep in to REM sleep, so I can brush my teeth. I groan angrily at him, and stomp off to the bathroom, while he shakes his head at me. It's a nightly routine.

Moving on. It has been approximately a year since I updated this blog. I am so bad at blogs. But maybe this time I can make it work. I always say that. But seriously! I have come a very long way since last year, and so much has happened. And I feel like more things will happen. And when those things happen events will occur! And it is my duty to blog about them! Or bitch. Probably mostly bitch, since that is why I started this specific blog.

The school year is about to start again, and I am back at Concordia, in the grand ol' city of Montreal, so there will be PLENTY to bitch about. Montreal is the most ass backwards city of all time to live in, and I am reminded of it daily. I love it, but also desperately can't wait to graduate, or hopefully get into UNC so I can move, far, far away from this strange place where they drink bagged milk. That's right. Milk, in bags. You see what I mean?

Well I suppose there isn't much to bitch about at the moment though. We are moving in a couple days to a new apartment, and out of the one we currently share with hippies. Yes, hippies. My mortal enemy. I Hank Hill hate hippies. If Hank Hill and Richard Nixon had a baby, and that baby had a baby with Cartman, I would hate hippies as much as that child. So you can just imagine my ecstasy at the approaching day.

Well, until then I suppose. Who knows, I may not turn up again for another year. We'll see.