Listening to:
Stereolab

Friday, January 10th, 2003

For the past hour and fifty minutes, I have been twenty years old. I am no longer a vibrant young teenager. Here's to being old!

As you may have gathered, I am back in Kingston, living the academic life once again. Things are going okay - my housemates are just as wonderful as I remembered, my bed is much comfier than the one in Mississauga, my beautiful phone and CD collection are still here, and no one stole my bike. Score. Also, my classes are pretty good. True, they do feel a bit odd, and I kind of want to drop one class for one that's full, but they're okay. My modern poetry class is in a room with too few chairs so I had to sit on the floor this week, my Bible class is full of wierdos (including the Boy Who Talked, so I'm sure to get annoyed when he starts mumbling), and my Shakespeare class is in a familiar room, but now I sit on the opposite side, so it all looks strange. Oh, and my Chinese History prof reminds me of a villain from Sherlock Holmes, and not in a good way. She's all breathy and nervous and very very smart. It's creepy.

But who gives a damn about classes? I'm twenty, God dammit! That's fucking fantastic! Woohoo!

Anyway, it's 2:05am now, and I have an 11:30 class (yeah, I know, my life is rough), so I'm going to get me some sleep, then make a nice breakfast at 10. Toodles, kids.

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