this whole first week back in montreal has been a messy, relentless, blurry mix of oap, gerts, house parties, frosh pres, beach fun, substance abuse, etc etc etc.

no rest for the wicked, and i guess we’re all pretty wicked during frosh.

at least that’s what our bodies tell us as they take the beating.

“food, please, just some food.”
“no, no. here, have some more vodka.”
“sleep, maybe?”
“no, just take these pills and dance a little bit. you’ll be fine.”

i think it’s safe to say that my body hates me now, but it was fun the whole way through.

luke and i have been on a week long bender, and i think it’s safe to say the rest of mcgill probably joined us.

i’m going take these next couple of days a bit easy, i think.

i didn’t even go to sucka free monday.

shocker.