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the universe is conspiring against me, trying to prevent me from ever going to the the elmwood. i can't recall what happened last time the opportunity came up - jeff was gonna take me and the girls, but for some reason or other i didn't go. i think that time, though, i had a "hot date," so that's not so bad.
this time, however, i can't go because my dad is mad at me for going out too much. it's reading week, after all, i should be reading, he claims.

you know, after their kids turn 18, most parents take the attitude "you're an adult, you can make your own decisions now." i don't get that. i'm gonna be 24-years-old and living at home, and still have to ask permission to go out. i may as well be dead.
i'd also like to point out that my dad thought i was with max yesterday, no doubt having a steamy affair. kind of how i was having a seamy affair last summer with "that boy with the guitar."

so now let's do the obligatory news catch-up:
friday i went over to wheehouse and hung out with max a bit. one thing i found odd was that for the first hour or so i felt uncomfortable around him, and it took me a while to finally settle in and be comfortable. i think that means i don't see him enough. he's becoming a stranger. but, of course, within an hour we had familiarized ourselves, and he wasn't a stranger any more, but my precious max again. ^_^
that night i was gonna meet up with mitul, but she was late coming home (due to three flaming trucks). so i spent two hours hanging out with her mom. i find that amazing, that i have enough stuff to say to her MOM to fill up two hours.

saturday was nice - finally seeing mitul, hanging out with the girls and greg, eating good veggie food (ooh baby... yummy).
in the evening i went with josh, kate and rob to the *toronto objectivist association 10th anniversary party* and that was nice. the people were, as always, cool, and rob's band played and they were very good.

tragically, i forgot a bag in rob's car. the bag contained:
- two slices of pizza
- half a black bean burrito
- sweet potato fries
i am sad. i wanted to eat them.
i'm gonna make fish sticks. poo you, universe! poo you!