What is wrong with me this week? I have every reason in the world to be happy, and I just feel blah. My boy has a cool new apartment and I can finally crash at his place again after two long months of not being able to (long story) and he bought me ice wine (yay!), I finally hung out with Ryan again and he made me laugh a lot and talked intelligently about beliefs vs. ideas, it is my birthday tomorrow and I get to see my best friend AND Sanda AND The Frames AND introduce a bunch of my friends who haven't met yet, my Dad is probably coming to visit me tonight, I have super-tasty chocolate truffles in my freezer from our Girl's Night last Sunday (ginger, nutmeg, cinnamon, mint, Bailey's, mmmmmm), Gail and I went for coffee last night for ... oh, 2 hours? Heh. I made something super-cool for Sanda's birthday, and when she sees it she will throw her hands above her head like the cute boy in Boondock Saints. I have a roommate who makes me tea and has intelligent conversations and silly jokes with me, not to mention an evil kitty who is in love with both of us. I got my Syntax midterm back yesterday and got an A on it, and I had fun writing the damn thing. I'm realising that after two years of taking Linguistics, I'm just falling more and more in love with it, and with parts of it that I didn't expect to like this much (like Syntax!). I like my University enough to stay there for 2 consecutive years.* I like my Linguistics department enough that I'm totally going to apply for the Master's in Theoretical Linguistics here. I find it hard to leave work on time because I like everyone so much and we get in such interesting and funny discussions. Hell, who else has coworkers that constantly beg them to join the Flaming Dragonnettes, a girl's group based solely on bitterness and pyromania? Bethune is where it's at. I have at least one summer job this summer, and maybe a research position as well. I have tons of opportunities to tutor this summer. I'm going to BC this summer. I have a boyfriend who wants to name a dog Jesus so that he can yell and swear at him in the park ("Get the fuck back here, Jesus! Bad Jesus, bad!") and what are the odds that I found someone who makes me laugh that much?

And yet, I've been kinda down for the last couple of weeks. Maybe it's just the winter blues or the stress of school or the stress of Chris moving or... I don't know. I just wish I would cut it out. It's my birthday week, for crying out loud!

*Check out my post-secondary track record:
2001-2002: EBC
2002-2003: Tyndale
2003-2004: York (Glendon campus)
2004-2005: York (Keele campus)
2005-2006: York (Keele campus) <-- this is the same! egad!