birthdays are for suckers

t'is the new year, and a new school year, and a new age that sounds much too old. twenty five. yuck. apparently this is the year my metabolism will shut down and i will acquire a booty and some hips. crossing my fingers.

anyways, had a nice birthday. the weather was veritably balmy here; we walked all the way downtown and i even felt a bit overheated. weird. but anyways, matt and i wandered around and decided to stop at the National Film Board 'Cineroboteque', where you watch movies on a robot! well, sort of. but they have all the NFB films you could ever desire to see and you just scroll through and watch whatever yer heart desires. and it was free! (we watched a really good animated short - 'the danish poet', as well as a rather odd and creepy one called 'madame tutli-putli'). when we finally emerged from the belly of the robot we were itching for some caffeine, and what beverage is more potent than the thick deliciousness of vietnamese coffee, complete with a fat dose of sugary sugary condensed milk? mmm. we then spent some time perusing indigo's travel section, where we oohed and ahhed over pretty pictures and dreamed about a life without exams and work and hot water. oooooo. ahhhhhh. damn my life.

anyways, the caffeine hangover kicked in about an hour later and the store became a bit depressing, so onto beer! had a few drinks, a delicious indian dinner, then some mojitos, some hanging out, some bed. then a nice short nap, and then a rather abrasive phone call from some drunken hippies, then back to sleep. happy birthday me.

and now school has started, and the twenty-five-years-old-and-what-the-eff-am- i-doing-with-my-life doldrums have started too. goddammed expensive bloody mcgill. godamned pessimist me.