Being jetlagged really gives you a lot of time to ponder the mysteries of life while you're lying awake in the middle of night. Or at least enough time to realise how much you're missing just to be dragged off to Canada against your own will.
JC Band fest; caroling; christmas, new years and their dinners - this snowboarding shit better be good, cause I'm not digging the cold so much, no. Worst bit is that I have absolutely nothing to do on the flight back, I ran out of movies to watch on the way here.
Well hey, on the bright side, 500 days of Summer is the best movie I've watched in a while. Better than the Public Enemies nonsense my classmates dragged me to because they wanted to drool over Johnny Depp and Christian Bale, you bastards.
Canada isn't all that bad, though, it may be biting cold but the snow makes the scenery purty and stuff; and the people here actually talk, you know, not like back home where the most conversation i could get from a stranger would be cursing at their driving. In any case, I'm waiting for the snowboarding to make me feel all better. I hope.
EDIT: Eggnog tastes like rank milk with sugar.
EDIT#2sin(π/2): Yeah the post is exactly the same as the note i did on facebook.
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