I'm rather ashamed that my blog turned into a mess of posts about the current state of my romantic life. I didn't go through this in high school, being a "fat girl" who never really felt worthy of anything but a seat in the back of class. So now at the age of 20, slimmer and brimming with self confidence, I find myself gushing and being the stupid girl I didn't get the chance to be until now.

Anyway.

It's reading week, and I'm at home. Which is nice, in some ways. I'm enjoying the free food, sleeping in, and not worrying about homework and assignments. On the other hand, I sit here bored out of my mind, waiting for Friday to roll around when I have my first big, important job interview. I've spent my time watching movies, soap operas, giving myself tarot readings that are disturbingly accurate ["I get it! The Sun represents my past!"], and wishing I were back in the O-dot.

I had wanted to go downtown today, to visit my favourite used book store, but it's snowing rather hard and dammit, I'm just lazy. Tomorrow, it shall be. I miss that moldy book smell.