The Spot

Well. Words really do fail me from time to time, and this is, um, one of those times.
It's been busy. Really busy and really nice. I guess I should start by saying that no, I'm not working yet. And no, I don't really need to. I'm a rocker. I'm rocking out.
Actually, at the moment, I'm rocking out in Freddy Beach, checking out the housing, and the law faculty.
Which has confirmed what I had begun to suspect. Not to dump on my future school but... I used to envy you UNBers. You seemed to so love your school. The bars sounded so nice, the apartments so cheap, if not close.
Like much of what I relied on for the past four years, this too is a bit of a lie. The school is kinda dinky. The apartments are the pits. Even the bars are a dissapointment: last night I heard some good blues at Bugaboo's. Three weeks ago I was drinking with the stars.
Well, despite my constant bitching about McGill, I always kinda thought I had it good :) I'm glad I appreciated it before I left. I just wanted to set the record straight. I'm sure I'll grow to like UNB... but do go to McGill if you get the chance. It's worth it.
I'll grow to like UNB. Or not. Maybe I'll grow to like Dalhousie! That's right boys and girls. Sarah's heading to Halifax. My birthday gift to you: I've my interview for law school on Thursday.
Meep! No time! I'm sorry I'm so terrible for correspondence. I've been vacationing in Miscou, home, Montreal... I'm rarely near a computer. I'm happy. I miss you.. a bit :) Wish you all were here.
Happy birthday tooooooooo [twooooo] me.
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