Little Feet In Giant Combat Boots

There's a fambly living upstairs. They have two small children who like running around. A lot. A linguistic interpretation of my current ambient noise: thunk-thunka-thunka-thunka-thunka-THUNKA-THUNKA-thunka-thunka-thunka-thunka-thunka. Repeat. Occasionally add tiny squeals of childish glee.

It's kind of annoying, but I don't mind it too much. I mean, I'm writing an essay right now, and it's not really bothering me (although this writer's block is --hence the blogging). So far, our new neighbours are a lot nicer than our old ones, three pot-head townie yahoos who were loud, rude, had many drunken friends, and frequently sounded like they were bowling above our heads on Friday nights. [As a note, in the time it's taken me to write this post so far, the thunka-thunka-ing has stopped, and as far as I can tell, there could be no one living above me right now.]

And now, because that was the end of my burst of self-reflective creative energies, I present you with -- a list.

Last Food Eaten: homemade apple sauce. yum.
Currently Annnoyed About: having left the davision-feistner food at home. Boo! No chocolate cake and almonds for us!
Still Amused By: My dad's strange urge to hug my housemates goodbye upon having driven us to K-Town, which ended in much embarrasment for all involved.
Still Feeling Bad About: telling Hart that no, I didn't need a ride back to Kingston -- yes, I did -- no, it was all too complicated. I don't like flip-flopping, but sometimes it's unavoidable, what with all the shenanigans and goings-on. I'll just buy him a pint sometime, I guess.
After Posting This, I Plan To: go make potato latkes before my stomach starts digesting itself and my approximately 12 pounds of potatoes get any older.
Amusing Way To End The Post:'May your forehead grow like the mighty oak!'