Bonsoir

i'm so proud of you

I wrote my final for my photography today, then grabbed a pita and had a celebratory joint with Crazy Hair and Abdulrham, who also took the course with me. The two of them come from Saudi Arabia and I've quite enjoyed their stories and their help in disecting truth from media-perpetuated myth concerning their homeland. As much as they love Canada, they plan on returning home once they are done school. "Too fucking cold over here".

I'm currently chilling on a comfortable bed with Jen and Ange, listening to Jenny speak to my mother on the phone, trying to convince her to go see Magic Mike with her in theatres. My mom is declining and piping up against stripping because it's demeaning. Demeaning? Maybe. I find empowering, though.

I'm thinking about Eddie. I didn't think my cold, self-centered self to be capable of being so completely dependent on someone's presence in my life. But I miss him so damn much.
On the eleventh, I'm going to meet up with him in Windsor. He's going to show me around my future town of residence and possibly the law school. Other than that, my only plans are to spend the rest of my days properly fucked up with my boyfriend.