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i am living in a world of girr and sweet, nutritious goo!
:::has invader zim moment:::
allow me to descrive the first of many tragedies:
by some inconceivable miracle, rammstein was playing in belgrade. on my street. on august first.
i was well aware of this before the event took place. however. however, it was at the "club of engineering students." sounds respectable? it isn't. these are the sort of people who seem stuck in a time warp. guys in tight black jeans, leather jackets, and mohawk haircuts proudly strut about as if these things were still rebellious. which maybe, in this part of the world, they are.
even if it was ok for me to go there, i had no one to go with. not a soul. the few people i know in belgrade don't listen to that sort of music. at least in toronto i have people who love me enough to go anyway.

but that is but one of many tragedies. last night, mira, misa and i went out to dinner. it was late when we got back to my grandparent's place. mira and misa were leaving as i was getting on the elevator. suddenly, i dropped my keys. they fell into the gap between the elevator and the floor, and continued falling, falling, into the deep, open wound beneith the lobby.
i went and got mira, and we decided to go to her place.
just then, the last streetcar went by.
there wouldn't be another until the morning.
so we walked to misa's, and spent the night there.
along the way, there were some stray dogs playing in the traffic. fortunatley, we left before i had to see any one them get hit. but i'm sure at least one did.

last night, these were all tragedies. but, this morning, the dogs had gone to sleep, the engineering students were asleep, and were were getting my keys out.
to cut a long story short, they keys were retraived through an amazing series of luck and coincidance, and by a young construction worker who looked suspiciousley like robbie williams.

my gradfather had some minor surgery done this morning, and is already back home, happy as a clam.

i'm afraid my blog is going to get very boring. i don't feel any perticular self-lothing, self-hatred, or any other form of teen angst. well, good. i don't need it.