For our past two anniversaries Cam has given me rose bushes I can grow on my windowsill. I like them so much better than already-dead GMO long stem ones, and today the pink one has a bunch of new blooms. The other one has spent the past few months dying, but has now made a rapid recovery and is threatening to bloom any minute. Mmmrosesinmylivingroom. See, I can talk about things that don't make me angry or stressed out, but the result is things like talking about my plants.

The King of Self-Importance (aka my foreign policy prof) gave us all a five day extension on our papers, so guess what I did? Put off starting my paper for another five days. Clever, no?

It's not that I necessarily dislike foreign policy, it's just that Canada only has foreign policy on boring stuff, and if I have to write another paper on Canada-US trade relations, I'm going to do it by chewing off my arm and spelling out the words with splinters of my arm bone. Flesh blobs for punctuation.