What's going on.

Lady Luck did look upon us favourably last night, and Seth and I came home with $117 (I called BINGO on a black-out. Yep, got the jargon already). Not bad for an hour of fun. The Bingo hall is pretty classic. Not nearly as classy as Crossroads' old meeting place, but it certainly retains that gungy, lower-working class feel. Thankfully, I avoided the gambler's fallacy and was not tempted to return tonight.

I'm staying at Natalie's place now. She lives a few minutes drive from Seth's place. I've decided to make the most of the free time I have. I'm reading a bunch of books, doing artwork (sketches and plans for projects to undertake back home) and I'm going to try to work on a possible Masters thesis that's been in my head and on scraps of paper since late 2005. I'm still doing Museum studies when I get home; this will be a parallel project, in philosophy/metaphysics/philosophy of science/theology.

In other news, I'm discovering new music and I've bought some CD's. Right now I'm listening to Talking Head's Stop Making Sense, it's awesome. I bought The Flaming Lips, Bell and Sebastian's Feeling Sinister, Scissor Sisters's (when you say this over here, people will always ask you to repeat yourself) Ta-Da (such a camp album title and such a camp album, which is entirely suitable, since it is uber disco-pop)

the Nightmare Before Christmas soundtrack and Gwen Stefani's Love Angel Music Baby (her first, better album). I love Gwen, even though I "shouldn't". I love Gwen like I love Valleygirl. Gwen is by no means a Brittany or a Jessica. She has talent and her verse is good.