Tomorrow, tomorrow; I love you, tomorrow…

Tomorrow’s going to be a pretty fucking awesome day!

Andrea, Julia, Johnny and I are going to school to get textbooks and whatnot. (I should add – why are textbooks so unrealistically expensive?! Honestly, I’m already paying upwards of $5,000/year for tuition, and now I’m being asked to drop close to another $1,000/year for textbooks I’m probably only going to use once?! I understand scholarships, and I understand the work that goes into them – but to those of us who didn’t get scholarships, how are we expected for afford that? I’m lucky – my parents are paying for my first degree. But I can’t move out [if I do, my education is no longer paid for], and even if I did I wouldn’t qualify for a student loan due to my dad’s income. For students out there who are not eligible for a student loan/their parents won’t pay for their education, life must be extremely difficult. I’m amazed people get degrees before they’re 30.) Anyhoo, textbooks tomorrow! I’m so excited! Also, my brother is going to Vancouver (thank goodness! He has been so annoying lately) and I’m going to be dog-sitting/quitting smoking at Andrea’s house while she’s in BC.

In other news, Jon Stewart just (metaphorically) pissed on the face of some dude who wrote a book about Dick Cheney. I need to turn off the Daily Show and the Colbert Report and start watching CBC – I’m feeling a little…. less Canadian. I suppose it never hurts to be informed, though. I still watch CBC documentaries and the Hour occasionally; but to be honest, Canadians aren’t interesting. I suppose that what’s foreign and unknown is more interesting than what’s local and being shoved down my throat at every commercial break, whenever I turn the radio on, and whenever I decide to pick up a news paper.

That tangent reminds me – some fucking douchebag is running for premier (or something, I wasn’t giving devoting much attention is his direction). He figured he would let Albertans know that our humble province was built on “a strong Conservative point of view” and that if “any new Albertans refused to follow in those Conservative footprints, they might as well go back to where they came from”. AKA my province was ‘built’ by rednecks who would rather stone the gays than make any sort of realistic (and needed) progress.

Oh, just to give you some more insight into the whole Alberta redneck situation – Stephen Harper’s constituency was SW Calgary. I live in SW Calgary, Harper has his annual Stampede Breakfast appearance at Hull Home (a detention centre for several of Calgary’s Courtney Love’s) which is literally down the street from my house. My dog is part of Pals (a therapy dog organization); my mom and dog went down to Hull Home for the breakfast, and both met our ‘noble’ PM.  I guess his security guards spazzed over the idea of his majesty being near an over-sized rottweiler – sissies.

How the hell did I get into this political talk?

I’m going to bed.