i'm in a money dilemma at the moment. see, i'm going to europe at the end of the month and my aunt is going to pay my ticket. this is a nice gesture on her behalf, but i want to take advantage of her. bif naked is going to be performing in st. john's on the 30th, and i want to make an overnight stop-over to catch her show. if i do this, the price of the ticket jumps from almost $2400 to nearly $2800. how greedy has air canada gotten lately?!?! damn. on top of that, i'd have to stay in a hotel, feed myself, get cab money, and pay for the ticket (and *maybe* some merchandise afterwards). so i'd be looking at a lot more money than if i just went straight to switzerland. grrr, i hate these kinds of decisions. i love bif, but it's a lot of money to spend in order to see her. and i don't even know anyone there, it's a big city!

my dad and i were at tim horton's last night until the early hour of nearly 4 a.m. it was getting light outside when we finally decided to head back home. tim horton's is OUR place. my brother and sister may steal all his attention at home, but timmy's is for us. we tried going there the night before last, but this LOADED drunk indian came up to us when we got there and just invited himself to sit down with us. he was talking about sexually-assaulting priests, his son that shot himself, and was swearing like crazy. he also kept looking at me and saying what a lovely, lovely girl i was and that i was really pretty. he was starting to freak me out and dad let him stay with us the whole half hour before he DEMANDED us to take him back to his hotel on the other side of town. he wouldn't take no for an answer. i was PISSED. he even dissed psychologists. i had a mind telling him that i was studying to be a psychologist and set him straight but then he would have caused a huge spectacle right there in tim horton's. besides, he probably wouldn't remember anything in the morning anyway.

actually, last night, i thought i saw justin working. i felt like leaving again, but i stood my ground and strode in there with confidence. luckily, it was a justin look-alike. otherwise, he would have been a smart-ass and make me want to leave as soon as i could. the jerk. and the nerve that damieon had, saying that i was probably secretly messing around with him. i don't think so.

i can't wait to go back to fredericton... anyway, i've got this mucho motivation for a new little project, so i need to get some information and start that.

yay, i'm motivated.

I'm wearing: baby tee, flared jeans
I'm listening to: complicated *avril lavigne*
I'm thinking: i need to use the potty...