I'm a University student; i am not particularly interesting, avant-garde or risque; i like to pretend this blog contains thoughts
worth sharing with the few friends who take the trouble to read it - but i know that is a delusion. These are mostly journal entries. Occasionally i post a short-story
or scholastic insight. oh yeah, my name is heather and i live in a suburb of Montreal.
I promised myself that i would let myself blog between taking notes for the essay question i am prepping and actually trying to outline the sucker. woohoo. what a great break. i think i might go get a chocolate bar or something as a real treat.
Yesterday Steve and I went to the Marche aux Puces in Ste-Eustache. We were shopping for winter coats for him. We were not successful. We came back to my place and goofed off downloading music to make him a new CD. We were going to go out to La Belle Province for dinner (sharing a poutine - how romantic... - it is. if you will remember our first date Vero), but we ended up going over to his friends' new apartment for dinner. She made some kickass italian sausage sandwiches. I know that doesn't sound too kick ass, but i watched her make them and when i do it for you, you'll agree. She also made cheesecake with an all-natural raspberry glaze. yum.
Another one of his friends showed up. Apparently a construction worker has a woosy job. this is news to me, so i guess Steve and i are history because i wouldn't want to be seeing a woos. It was a pretty funny conversation. The guy delivers food to restaurants for a living and apparently it is a very sore spot for him that construction workers think he doesn't have a hard job. Steve says it is a rant that just keeps going.
Well, i have brownies in the oven, a cup of tea, tea biscuits and a blueberry candy cane...i have no more reason to put off prepping the last question of the exam. wish me luck
