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It has been the most lovely day ever.
I got up at 8:30 this morning to do laundry. I did my lights, my darks, and my linens. Then, while they were in the dryer, I had a shower, then folded my laundry, made my bed and brushed my teeth, then ran down the stairs to meet Jessa and her mum. They'd come up today to visit me. Isn't that sweet?
So I showed off my newly cleaned room, then we drove down to Princess Street and had lunch at the Epicure. I had my usual, two eggs scrambled with sausage, and Jess and Mrs Grandish both had the french toast with fruit. I prefer my toast crunchy. After that, we walked leisurely down, then back up Princess, stopping occasionally in shops to ooh and aah at pretty things. Mrs Grandish kept mooning over how cute and touristy Kingston is, and Jess kept comparing it with Guelph, saying that Guelph is all about old stone buildings and open farmland, whist Kingston is all "funny looking stone bulidings strews about in various stages of disorder." Okay, I tweaked that a bit, but that was the gist of it. She said Kingston looked confused about itself. It's true. I kind of does. But I like it.
We got back in the van ("Beastie," as Jess calls it), drove down to tha lake front on Ontario Street, parked, then went to the ice cream parlor, where Mrs Grandish treated us to waffle cones. I like being treated to ice cream. It makes me feel like a little girl again. I had chocolate strawberry. Very yummy. We ate near the docks beside a hotel, Jess dangling her feet off the edge of the walkway, me sitting cross-legged a bit further from the edge, and Mrs Grandish sitting on the side of a planter a few feet away from us. We talked about the summer, and all the places we want to visit. Then we got back in the car, drove back to McNeill, and said goodbye. I love the Grandish ladies so much.
I went up to my room, feeling all sad and alone and kind of wishing that my exam was sooner simply so that I could go home faster and play with Jessa every day, then had a nap on my bed listening to the White Stripes. Very strange to sleep to that album. It's not at all relaxing music, and it severely confused my brain. When I woke up, I was quite disoriented, but I went to dinner with Chel and Tali anyway. Dinner sucked, by the way. The only thing that was remotely edible was the peas and carrots, but I tried the scalloped potatoes anyway. My stomach got mad at me for that. We talked about people in the caf, as per usual. It was fun.
By the time I got back to my room, Tiff had called and said they wanted to go to an earlier movie than planned, so she hoped I got in touch with her before they left for a 7:00 showing. I scrambled to call her room, but luckily, they stopped by my door and called me seconds after I hung up from talking to her answering machine. So Tiff, Lindsay, Liz and I walked back to Princess to the Capitol 7, bought our tickets for the 7:30 show of The Sweetest Thing, then walked down to the bank so that we could get some money out, and so that I could pay Tiff the money for utilities for the summer. Then we hiked back up Princess to the theatre and spent the next two hours watching a silly romantic comedy.
The movie, as could have been expected, was nonsensical and made a lot of cheap jokes. TWo things confused me: firstly, I don't at all understand what haoppend in during the bathroom scene, and secondly, they totally fucked up the story about it all being a miscommunication about which brother was getting married. Proof #1: at the bar, the brother (let's call him Mitch, shall we?) was totally pushing Peter on Cameron Diaz's character. Why would you do this if your brother was getting married the next week? That makes no sense. Proof #2: at the golf range, Mitch worried about whether or not he could get married. Peter, however, was the one who was encouranging him. Shouldn't this have been the other way around? Proof #3: just before the wedding, Mitch asks Peter to slap him. The groom should have been asking this. The best man is supposed to be the steady one. The groom is the one who need to be slapped upside the head. Therefore, they fucked up that storyline. And therefore, the scriptwriter sucks ass.
So we left the movie theatre, walked slowly to the A&P where Tiff bought gummies and I bought some yummy sunflower seeds for 56 cents. Mmmmsalty... Then I went into McNeill, found my roommate asleep at 10:00, and decided to write an entry before going to bed as well. I'm not really tired, I just can't really do much else in near darkness. And she's got an exam tomorrow moring. So.
All in all, though, today has been a marvelous break from the studying-induced druggery of the past two weeks. Tomorrow, however, I need to dive deep into my History textbooks and notes, and try to absorb as much information as I possibly can. Doesn't that sound like fun?
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