It's a true story, apparently.
Ah summer, when a young man's heart turns to...not a heck of a lot. I've been on a bit of a bookstore autopilot, with interludes for lots of reading, occasional drinkin'-with-coworkers hilarity, a random Guelph overnight, and lots of music.
As far as batshit summer projects go, I've been pretty conservative, but there's still lots of fun to be had. I've been working out a bit more, which seems to be giving me a lot more energy and a little more tone. I've also dusted off my "Learn Japanese" book so I can be awkwardly non-fluent in yet another language, and found a nifty kanji-learning program that's letting me type things like 私は学生です and pray that I'm not totally shitting the bed.
The only other thing on the horizon is my (thus-far-in-vain) quest for a second job. I'd love to have some secondary spending money, but the job market is a total mess right now. The whole city is feeling the pinch, and I don't think I'm likely to find much.
Finally: apparently Guelph was featured on King of the Hill on Sunday. The world probably didn't need more anti-Canadian jokes, but the Royal City shoutout is pretty fantastic.
