MinakoDarkmoon

Dear Toronto- Baby, I'm coming back to you. Next month, we'll be back together again, and this time, it's forever. I'm sorry I ever left you, but we got together at a very emotional time for me, and I don't think I was ready for what you offered, baby. But now I am. Let's never fight again. I can't wait until we're together again. Love Always, Lisa (for the record, this is actually a letter to the city, not some silly veiled reference to a human being... it's really to TORONTO. Yes, I AM ridiculous, thank you for noticing.)

I hate Guelph. The novelty has worn off, and the only things I like about this entire city are Curry in a Hurry and classes, and one cannot build a life around class and curry. Or I could, but it would fucken suck. Much as it does, currently. I applied to three programs at Ryerson. Pray that I get out of here next fall, everyone.

Guelph is funny. My residence was designed so that riots and any sort of crazyness would be excessively difficult. It was built in the 70s, when that kind of thing was a problem. My friend... boy... thing... calls it a prison cell, but likes it anyways. But I live in a Cove, so it's all okay. Because coves are where pirates live. And I'm a pirate. ... I even had an eyepatch my first weekend on campus. Like, and not because I was being ridiculous, but I HAD to wear it. That shit was taped to my face like it was a synbiot or something. I'm learning German. It's the best class ever. And one of my profs almost cried during lecture today, h