Washing The Undies

According the something in the National Post (which I only read because a copy was sitting next to me on the GO Train) on 03 January, "washing the undies" is "blogging about the most tedious, minute, personal non-events". I certainly hope that's not what I subject ya'll to! But I suppose if I do, all I can say is "why do you keep coming back?" :)

I can't believe I leave tomorrow. I decided to come home and pack in this afternoon so that I can have a fun night with friends tonight and a relaxed time with my sister tomorrow (and also so I can find out how much room I have so I can figure out how many Montreal Bagels I can fit in my bag!) I feel very sad. I'm not ready to go back. I was listening to my Joel Plaskett album and tuned in to what he was actually singing just in time to hear:

Someone whispered in my ear
“It’s not like it was before”
I don’t know what happened here
I guess we just got bored
The good old days
Well I suppose, I’m glad they’re behind us now
The only thing worse than growing up
Is never quite learning how
Late at night we toss and we turn
Lay awake ‘til dawn
We close our eyes as the sun comes up we’re gone

Flatmate, be warned...this has probably replaced Death Cab for Cutie as the tear-jerking song! Don't worry though...on the same album is a remedy...but I won't bore the other readers by explaining...that would just be washing my undies.

Time to pack...and then we'll see...