I got stuck in an elevator yesterday. It gave me a chance to meet a nice french guy named Dominique. Last time I met a nice French guy named Dominique, I dated him. But I didn't do that this time. 20 minutes later, once we were rescued, the Elevator Dominique gave me a wink and we parted ways. The end.

Knock on wood.

In my last blog, I mentioned that strange people don't usually come to my door. I lied. I was expecting a friend at 1h00 Friday night. Yes, that seems like an odd time to welcome a friend; but anyways, when the doorbell rang, that's who I was expecting. Much to my surprise, it wasn't him. It was a drug dealer. Note to self: never open the door without checking the peephole. And I do hope my mom doesn't read this blog.

This weekend I hosted a party. But not just any party-- a dessert potluck. I think sickness that follows such an event of too much chocolate and sugar is probably worse than a hangover. I vomited afterwards and still feel sick 3 days later. Yuck.

Has anyone taken statistics? If so, do you think it is possible to follow 2 3-credit courses in the span of 8 weeks or less? I'm about to try. Somebody stop me if I'm setting myself up for self-destruction. It's my only chance at getting accepted to grad school for September....

PS. Did anyone know that Arcade Fire is Christian/Catholic? I discovered that one of them graduated from some theological seminary in Texas and that one of their goals is to get the Quebecois thinking about spirituality again, after having rejected the Church, in their new CD Neon Bible.