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Here are some more pictures of our walk.

Somehow, I just can’t stop looking at them. They somehow make me feel better about everything, and I guess that’s what the point of photography is.

Please note that not all of these photographs were taken by me, but most of them were. Regardless, they’re beautiful.

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I love finishing exams but not finishing them. The end of a semester is coming and I just finished the first half of my exams. I have about a week off until my next three and it’s just fabulous.

After my exam today, I met M and J and we went for a walk by the Detroit River. And I actually found myself enjoying living here in Windsor.

The great friends to share it with doesn’t hurt either.

It’s my birthday today. Someone told me last night that I should be happy that I can now drink anywhere in the world. I thought, wow, now if I could only go anywhere in the world, it’d be perfect.

The weekend’s definitely been eventful, but it’s not done yet. So I’ll write more later .. until then, wish me a fun time.

I haven’t been up this early on a Saturday in I can’t even remember how long. But I am. I’m in E’s mini-movie today. Which was supposed to be yesterday, the day before that and even the day before that one. But now it’s scheduled for 11 AM SATURDAY morning. I think it’s inhumane, really. I’m not even getting PAID!

But he is the best friend so he should feel so lucky that I’m doing this.

Because I don’t get up this early for just anybody.

Oh what a night. I went to Voodoo with the other three musketeers and I was the only single one there, but got the most play (that means I got hit on the most). Drank and danced all night. Met a hot American Brown boy but had a Jamacian accent (how weird is that!?) and we made out for a while (a long while) until he spilled beer down my shirt and it kind of ruined the moment. Good tongue work though, I must admit.

I didn’t get a T-Shirt because I wouldn’t show the guy my boobs, which pissed me off. Especially since I got one and had it stolen out of my hands. Then I tried to get S to get me one, but he couldn’t do it (it was nice of him to try, though).

The Hot Body contest was sooo good. The guys were all hot and that stupid cocky guy from Danny’s (the male strip club in Windsor) that has a rose tattoo on his chest (his PECS) – like who gets a ROSE tattoo on their chest and expects people not to call him gay? Yea, so he wasn’t in it. Like … gross. Some guy who looked like him, minus the rose tattoo and the cockiness won because we cheered for him to win.

That’s when I almost fainted. I cheered and screamed so loud, and that, combined with the alcohol I had consumed, made me black out and I hurt my knee when I fell to the floor (second time in the 3 weeks I’ve been out partying). And THEN some chick kicked my bad knee while she was walking by – like who REACHES A KNEE while they are walking by?

Some girl had a white shirt on and it was her birthday and people were all signing her shirt so she’ll remember tomorrow because otherwise she probably wouldn’t.

When I got home, E and B were in E’s room watching movie trailers and I thought I was locked out because the front door was locked and because we never have our door locked, I got freaked out. But E came to the rescue and opened it, saving me from freaking out. I stumbled in and started telling them about my night and they laughed at me – or should I say WITH me. That’s what they told me.

I’m so happy because I told them that I lost weight (I found out when I used A’s scale) and then they gave each other surprised weird looks when I told them I made out with the hot American Brown Boy (um … I don’t remember his name or if I even got it – I’m just not a person who gets names).

This shirt I’m wearing is SO cute, it’s A’s, and if I weren’t so tipsy and E didn’t have to make a LONG chart for Italian class she would take pictures of me and post them here. But you only get to imagine how hot I look in it.

Otherwise, all and all, it was a good night. I had fun, got some tongue and had some adventures. Wish E came, but she just HAD to go to a staff meeting and then see The Ring 2 with B.

Scary stuff, or so I’m told. But not as scary as a rose tattoo on a guy’s chest.

ed. note:
I would just like to point out the title again – from the mouth of K as told to me