I woke up close to noon, spooning Lemmy who pretty much goes by the rule that he'll sleep as late as I sleep (or later). I heard Sean rise and start making his usual breakfast, although today he was swearing and yelling at everything he was doing...which made me think that it was one of those mornings where everything falls over and spills and burns. I decided to lay in bed a bit longer.
Turned on the computer, checked my email... received a letter of acceptance from Langara. Hahaha...sometimes I wonder if anyone is ever properly turned down from the University Transfer program? It seems impossible. Did they even need to see my Selkirk transcript?

I finally slipped out from underneath the covers and went to make coffee and wash my face. The muffins that I wanted for breakfast went moldy. Time to buy tupperware instead of covering all my baking in a plastic bag.
I heard Tara yelling at me from outside...I have mail. Best guess is bills, 'cause what else would I be getting...except a letter from my friend Andrew! Andrew lives in Toronto and is currently going to school at UofT (I think) writing his thesis in microfinance. I met him online. And you know, I've met a good handful of quality people on the internets - one being my best friend in the whole entire world, Evan. (I kinda want to say 'one of my best friends' which would be true because I have a few but you know what I mean.)
But anyway, I'm talking Friendster, you guys! The things it was capable of, some people will never know. However, the funny and somewhat embarrassing thing about how I met Andrew is that we met on Purerave. Pure Rave. A social networking site for ravers or people in the 'underground culture'. I think I joined the site in grade ten; I wanted to meet other people who danced 'til the sun came up and wore weird (totally retarded) clothing, and all loved one another or some such stupid shit like that. It was like an earlier version of Friendster, and more 'exclusive' - as if raving was exclusive at the time. It's funny to think about the two guys I met, Andrew and Mike...because they weren't ravers like I was a raver. They were just normal dudes who went to parties sometimes as far as I could tell. They didn't wear phat pants and Mike loved Zepplin. So, I guess didn't really meet ravers like I was planning and you know, I could talking about this for ages, but I'll save it for a later date. Anyway:

I poured cream in my coffee, grabbed the mail and came straight back to bed. Now I'm sitting here sipping and reading Andrew's letter and starting my day pretty well & relaxing.