There's no better way to get to know yourself better than staying up all night listening to music alone with your own company. Sometimes it can be fun, thinking of the most random things. Take last night for example, I was thinking of those weird flappy eared tuques (or winter hats for you non-canadians) and it led me to thinking about other Canadian things. Eventually my list lead to Poutine. Greatest thing ever. Fries with gravy and cheese on top. Absolutely amazing. I imagined how I would introduce someone to poutine. And what was the first description that came to mind? "It's a Canadian version of spaghetti!" Of course, with it being midnight, I decide to message my mom's friend who acts more like a child than I do to tell her about my revolution. For those of you wondering, she found it hilariously true. Then she told me a story about when she was working in Australia she ordered fries with gravy and cheese on top at a restaurant and got laughed at. (Because your vegimite is so incredible, Australia. Jk luv youuu =3) then she told me that France managed to mess up Bolognese (spaghetti noodles with tomato sauce stuff) I really don't know how they manage to do that. (France, I have less love for you. No offense.) Anyways, last night was great. Tonight though, not so much. No fun realization. Just wondering how much it would hurt to puncture my own lung or stick a knife through my head. Yea, not nearly as fun. Thanks brain! Anyways, that's pretty much it.