It has been awhile since my last entry... I dont think I need to say that these last few days have been extremely busy. Of my 4 wonderful years in Ottawa, I only have 6 days left in this city. Although I will miss it here, I still have all the memories, and remember them as the best moments of my life... meeting my best friend, my first birthday party in Ottawa, my first date, my first A, my first apartment, and my amazing friends that I truly learned to appreciate in my last months here. I dont know what I would have done without you guys: Heidi, Nayeli, Cynthia, Sara, Rachel, Jessica, Rusty, Shane, Natalie, Lyndsay, Matt... you are true friends and I couldnt ask for better. Thank you for the good talks, the good advice and the good times, je vous aime plus que tout au monde.


For the people who know me really well, we all know that I own tons of things. I cant remember the last time my room was clean, or the last time I saw my carpet. I love to shop and I dont like to get rid of things as useless as they may be. But I have spent the last week in my room sorting out through a mound of clothing, buckets and cabinets of beauty products, and I have set my mind to get rid of as many things as possible. So last saturday, not only did I fill about 7 garbage bags, Cynthia and I had a Massive Yard Sale (thats what we wrote on the posters by the corner of the street.) I tried to sell everything, from my jewelry, skis, bicycle, my annoying glass tables, my crappy slow as hell computer, old clothes, winter jackets to my collection of magazines. Well, it was a success... I sold $310 worth of stuff, including my computer that I sold for $150. I couldnt believe it. I dont think that thing is worth more than $100. So Im taking a break from this madness to write you all.

Although the packing and yard sale went well, I still had to get into a little predicament that kind of put a stick in the wheel of productivity. I think you will all like this little story. Last Monday I was invited to this party with Matt at some of his friend's house. Nobody had warned me of how crazy this night was going to be. Everyone there was probably some of the friendliest people I had ever met in my life, the most generous and the most fun too. I really felt like I fit in and it felt right. I drank, I drank and I drank, and got so wasted that at some point I needed some time alone in the electrical field behind my friend's house to take a short nap. That spot must have been a popular mosquito hangout because they had quite the party around my wrists and my ankles. The next morning I woke up covered in mosquito bites, and a day after, my left ankle was so swollen that I couldnt walk. The next day as I noticed my feet changing colour, I thought it would maybe be a good idea to go to the clinic. It turned out that I got a really bad infection under my skin. The doctor told me that if I didnt treat it and put my feet up for 2 days, it could culminate into flesh eating disease. Well, that was fantastic news! So I couldnt do much for 3 days, but my ankle is much better now... Its now turning yellow, which is much more reassuring than the purply reddish colour I had before.

So here it is... I hope that made you laugh.
Please come back to read about my upcoming trip...
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