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I seem to have received a few responses from yesterday's post. In chronological order, they were:
- from Jessa, via ICQ: "So I let you go off to university by yourself and you morph into this crazy drunken party gal???"
- from Tad, who wrote me to say that he started saying "retarded" this year as well, but has now successfully replaced it with the over-abundant use of the word "stupid".
- and from my mum, who wrote me to say that Felicity starts up again tonight. Final episodes! Woo-hoo! (Yeah, it's totally getting cancelled after this season. That's fine, though. They're done University, so there's not much they can do.)
It's nice that people want to talk to me.
Today, I really didn't do much. I slept in a half hour, went to History, fell asleep in class, had breakfast and met up with Chel, went to Art History, laughed at the questionably gay prof and his borderline asshole ways, went back to res and had to reinstall Internet Explorer, went to Philosophy and Film with Chel, picked up our Film essays (71% - I suck mighty) then went for lunch. Then came back to res. And forgot to have a nap. Which was stupid. And now it's 6. I have no idea where the time goes.
Hm... what else is new...? Oh, well, at last night's Film screening, we watched a documentary about television journalism. I realized that I could never do that because I am too shy, I have a terrible voice, and I think much too slowly. So I've decided to try to be an editor at a publiushing house, despite anything Geoff may say.
Also, my dancing last weekend has bruised my ankle again, so I've got an ice pack on it right now. And the newest stage of my cold makes me constantly thirsty and unable to swallow, makes my throat feel like sandpaper, and makes my coughs shake my whole body. And finally, I'm chilly. I suck.
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