It's not my birthday anymore.

Thanks to all the well-wishers. I had a (very) low-key birthday, but nice nonetheless. I got some $$$ from my folks so Jenny & I went psycho on new CD purchases. I shall certainly have many new Lyrics of the Week. Here's a rundown:

Fiona Apple - Extraordinary Machine
Broken Social Scene - Broken Social Scene
Modest Mouse - Everywhere and His Nasty Parlour Tricks
Norah Jones - Feels Like Home
The Arcade Fire - Funeral (Re-purchase, as the old copy is hopelessly lost)
Modest Mouse - Good News for People Who Love Bad News
Radiohead - Kid A (Thanks Liz!)
The Decemberists - Picaresque
Broken Social Scene - You Forgot it in People

As well as a patented Liz Mix CD! Woot!

I also got a couple of movies from Stephie (Closer & State and Main), and a VW belt buckly from Jenny! I've never had a belt buckle before, but if they're all this cool then I might have to get more.

My 8:30 class is killing me. I actually wrote "Fuck of and die" on my notes today. I don't think it was to anyone in particular, just to the class. I'm tired and pretty sore in a number of places (probably stemming from hurling myself against an enormous station wagon in an eventually fruitful attempt to get it out of a parking lot). I think I might go to sleep for a while, but I'm a little suspiscious that I've forgotten to do something. Maybe not.

I need to write a bio for the Hamlet program. Any suggestions? I never know what to say apart from the usual "Andrew is in his 4th year. He hopes you like the show." In fact, I want all mention of my university status stricken from the record. I need to stop defining myself as a student, seeing as I won't be one for much longer. And I hope you don't like the show. I hope you hate the damn show. I need to get off book A-frickin'-SAP.

Speaking of SAP, OSAP decided randomly on my birthday that I was to recieve an extra $563. As far as I can reason, there is no impetus for this, but I'm not complaining. Happy Birthday Andrew, Love Ontario. (By the way, we're going to need that back in a while. Stay fresh!)

Speaking of birthdays, Happy birthday Simac, lord of Simacia! May you flourish like the crabgrass out back. Many happy returns.

I'm not too concerned that this is just a collection of non-sequiters, seeing as I'm (as mentioned above) tired. I am in fact, now going to go to sleep. For several hours if possible.

p.s. Broken Social Scene is pretty darned good!