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 don't really feel like this, but after reading that everyone that i read has posted, i feel obliged. for those of you who were informed of this development - steve and i were not broken up. he said he didn't mean it like that and that he was sorry for leaving me hanging. he was just mad. i sent him a text message that was almost an exact copy of the apology he sent me last time he was a big ass, and i think he got the whole "i am sorry, but don't get all self-righteous on me because you can be a moron too" message. Yesterday was good. we did nothing. i slept for a while during the day, read some of my book, cleaned my room before going to his house and organized bookshelves. we made frittata for dinner. it was good. we watched the godfather and two discs of that 70s show. He was so hot (i mean like burning up fever-wise) in bed that i ended up relocating to the corner of the futon is his bedroom at like 4 in the morning because i couldn't sleep. he woke up about 2 hours later i would say and bee-lined out of the room. then i heard him running around upstairs. i called as he left the room to say i was right here, but he didn't hear me and in the dark couldn't see me. it was funny. he was petrified. it was much like the time i fell asleep in a closed-drawer when i was four on vacation with my parents. they were convinced i had been kidnapped via the open skylight. it was my snoring that eventually clued them into my hiding spot. steve was mad i didn't just wake him up instead of dressing in all his clothes and curling up into a ball on the futon. why would i wake him up?Apparently i have gotten into the groove of blogging. we finished disc 3 of that 70s show today. we only woke up at like 1pm. we were lazy. his parents had raclette made for dinner. when i got home i ate trifle and fudge. all bryan's cookies have been eaten. Tomorrow i am going to finish my last project for school and probably will be going to chapters to buy the latin dictionary i could not get in ottawa. they were out of stock. i have checked and they are supposed to have one in pointe-claire.
