Happy birthday, little brother.

This morning I woke him up with a bugle call. And a Beatles song. This afternoon I bought him a Stewart's. (They have ginger beer again!!) I have a funny feeling he's going to like the gift too. I haven't wrapped it or anything, and I don't have a card, but he'll like it. Whereas if I were giving it to my sister I would wrap it up and put ribbons all over it (all over it). That's just the way I do things.

Today I had my first ever class with Schottenfeld. I won't describe her stories of being a nobody at McGill, watching the tech channel with Mr Excel, or people who buy lattes every morning, because if you've had her you will understand and if you have not...it's truly indescribable. As I said numerous times, if Jacob or Kaj were in my class it would be far worse...I already have Kelsey, and I know that if I look at her when the teacher says something strange we're both going to dissolve into laughter. That's just what we do.

On a completely different note, I would like to say that I am not considerate of others. I lack a helpful, compassionate nature. However, I do possess a killer conscience. In other words, I'm nasty and I hate myself for it.

This isn't really an exaggeration. Let's take the example of when I accidentally threw a yogourt cup out instead of washing it and putting it in the recycling, then went back to the kitchen later. Italics are conscience.

You shouldn't have done that.
I know.
You should take it out and rinse it.
I hardly think it's worth it.
Come on, do it. If you do this once then what's to stop it happening again? It's not that hard. Just take it out and rinse it.
Well, I'll just see if it's covered in garbage or not. If it's right on top I'll take it out. Ew, it's covered in garbage.
Wait! Stop walking away. You know this is wrong. Come on, don't be selfish. Don't be such a spoiled advocate of consumerism. (It didn't exactly word it that way -- didn't exactly word it -- but that's the nearest I can come and still make any sense.) You're so wasteful!
No. It's not a big deal.
How do you know? Maybe something terrible will happen tomorrow because of this. You don't deserve anything nice if you do this. It's not a big deal! Be decent.
Fine! But I hate you! I hate you! I hate you, conscience!

Okay, now you're wondering why you talk to someone who writes about their conversations with their conscience about rinsing out yogourt cups. I won't even start on the other voices. Wait, I shouldn't have said that. Um, I think I should stop writing. Come back tomorrow or something. Yes.

Do you think I possess the courage to follow through?