I don’t really believe in resolutions, so I more have “things I want to do more or less of this year, but I’m not really making a big deal of them.”

One of the things that fall into the more category is seeing live music. The reasons for this are twofold: one, I feel bad, because a lot of my music is not so much legally bought and purchasing tickets to concerts allows me to support artists I like, and two, I enjoy it.
So, how happy was I when I learned that my current new favourite Neko Case is coming this month? And then, even happier to learn that my old favourites Tegan and Sara are coming next month? Well, reader, I’m sure you can guess.

One of the things that fall into the less category: eating out. I tend to work until, like, 6 or 6:30 in the evening. Which means I don’t get home until 7, which is when the meal hall closes. And I generally wind up spending all my money on Yonge Street’s tempting Asian Fusion takeout. So I’m trying to do groceries more, even cook a bit. Whole Foods is open later. Even if it’s expensive. And pretentious. At least they have good produce.

In other news, I’m starting my new birth control pills today. They’re the same active ingredients as my old ones, only with more. I’m doing this because the one I’m on hasn’t really been doing its job (in terms of regulating my cycle, not in terms of controlling birth). Anyway, I’m trepidatious because when I went on the Pill a year ago, I kind of lost it. I was nauseous for like two weeks. I cried during Notting Hill. I cried during commercials. I got insanely depressed studying the Decalogue in my film class.

However, this is just a stronger dose of the same stuff, I’m in a much better place with my life, and I’m studying the crime film right now. So we should be okay.
But if my blog starts to sound like bad goth poetry, know, it’s the hormones.