Weird thing. Hangover didn't hit me today until really late in the evening after I had gone to one of the most useless Research classes I've had all year. I was pretty late too, as a matter of fact, owning to the fact that rush hour was mental today. Regardless, after dinner tonight, the effects from LAST night hit pretty hard. What could be good for an after Halloween-event hangover? You guessed it - HALLOWEEN candy! bah.
Anyway - I'm still pretty frustrated about the whole living arrangements thing. I mean, if someone tells you they have a room available come January, they should mean it. And if someone tells you that they intend to vacate the premises come January, they shouldn't have any second thoughts. So here I find myself free from one situation. Regardless, I'm moving out in January. But WHERE TO? Got to check out the location of where I COULD stay, providing the Joe living there now decides to get out and pursue his goal up North or something. Anyway, it was a good evening, but I'm not going to say much about it for a lot of reasons. All I can say is that Mike and I make a pretty impressive father-daughter combination in our Vadar-Leia getups. I didn't take any pictures, but a pal might be able to lend me a few when they become available. Again, for reasons beyond my control, I probably won't post most of them.
Still, back to the apartment situation. I guess what's getting me down is the fact that I thought it was a for SURE deal - now, it seems like a "maybe." And as much as I know there isn't much I can do about it at the moment, I just wish there was more enthusiasm, more of a desire for me to move to where I was supposed to be moving to. Especially in this situation. Gah. Stupid everything.
My mountain of homework is still hovering over me, I didn't get to see Rocky Horror again this year, but at least there was a party, at least there was drinking, amongst the company of Darth Vadar (obviously) a giant duck, Jay and Silent Bob, Xena and of course, Fox Mulder, Halloween this year has surpassed any of the previous years spent in Ottawa - yup, EVEN better than first year, when that twelve year old kid slapped me in the ass and asked me for my number.
Happy Halloween everybody! It's back to reading about Rwanda for me!
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