Not Reading

Here is what we do at King's. We read. Often outside on the quad, when it's nice. Those are my friends chilling and catching up on some Odyssey.


I have decided reading is for the lame. And those who are keen. So I will blog instead and not do my reading for tomorrow. Lecture seems to be a lot of recap most of the time anyway, so reading is not always necessary. Just recommended.

In the in the interest of not reading, I went shopping this afternoon with Davis's roommate. We hit up my favourite consignment store here (hello two dollar prom dress last year) and I found a lovely sweater for two dollars in the sale bin.

I pulled out a twenty to pay.

"Oh," the owner said, "I don't think I have enough fives..."
"Oh... I just used up all my change..." I replied, feeling awkward, trying to come up with a solution.
"You know what," she waves her hand, "just give me a twoonie next time you're in, if you remember. I probably won't."
"Oh... are you sure? I definitely will, I mean..."
"Yeah, don't worry about it."

I feel very shitty about it, but I will pay her back asap.


Toga party was not really the best. I stayed sober (no matter my best efforts) and so helped out some significantly less sober friends. I ended up on clean-up crew and at the thank you pizza and beer party (with last week's Odyssey lecture-er, randomly enough. Actually, the chaplain also stopped by the toga party when it was in full swing. The girl I was taking care of fell over into him). Upper years and I get along really well... but what else is new with me, really?

I'm in a little downer mood today, missing my home and my family, and then I watched Pulp Fiction, which was depressing, a little. My mom sent me a care package and I got it today with Season 1 of Battlestar, some Ottawa U newspapers and a new one of my favourite tank tops, the last one of which I wore out. My mom thinks of everything.