Friday, April 29, 2011

My Philosophy teacher liked to use the phrase "profoundly trivial." I found his class profoundly trivial.

This semestre, I had a lot of information zipping around in my head. Most of the time, I kept it to myself because no one really wants to know that Canada's first prison was built in Kingston, Ontario, but sometimes it slipped out.

Once at a birthday party, I got drunk and kept shouting "Taste aversion! Taste aversion!" (thanks Psych 1100!). That was also the night I convinced someone there's only six continents. 'Cause Europe doesn't count.

I now officially unofficially have an Associates degree in Creative Writing. That'll get me a job, right?