Unfortunately, I lost my keys on pub night, so I am at the mercy of my fellow housemates when it comes to getting into my home, though my residence is now plastered with hopeful posters promising cookies to the saint who returns them.
Thursday was my rez buddy's birthday. I know that it must be difficult to spend a birthday far from beloved girlfriend and parents, so I made him a cake. When I pulled him into my room, and gave him the (still warm) home iced chocolate cake, he started to...cry. Then he said it might be the nicest thing anyone had ever done for him. Which is kind of odd, when you think of it, a cake takes forty five minutes of dedication to create, but it can mean the world to someone. I understand that he and his roomates enjoyed it thoroughly. I then went outside and proceeded to lose my keys:)
I recorded a commercial downtown on Friday with my good friend Ori. I saw lots of stressed out U of T students, relaxing by playing frisbee around the unbelievable architecture. I also chased fat U of T squirrels, and practiced my jazz singing in the beautiful autumn sunshine. More to come later, I've got to write an essay.
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Hi Shannon. We're where we've always been. Contact us at our website http://www.journeysendstudios.org and we'd love to play with Mr. Kent. We're still working on that remix and have been meaning to get ahold of him for a while. Anyway, hope you're well and I hope we'll hear from you soon.
- Alex.
I deleted the last comment cause I hit the publish key twice. Sorry. I like the cake story.
- Alex.
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