It's 10 pm on a Friday...

It's 10 PM on a Friday and where am I? In my dorm room. Knitting. And slowly freaking myself out by watching episodes of Night Stalker (thank you iTunes) which has the yummy goodness of Stewart Townsend. Might I add that I am perfectly content? More so than if I had followed my boyos and gone out. Actually I don't even know if they went out. When am I going to admit to myself that I don't really like going out and getting drunk? Especially with the people that are available here (with some exceptions, i.e. all the people who are reading this and are at UPS). One day I will be in the Yukon. In a cabin surrounded by friends and no one else for hundreds of miles. So am I going to admit this to myself? Nah, not yet.

Today I kicked a cherry tomato and was startled when rolled past my foot. It was very red.

I also, short of really, failed my IPE midterm. Though I did get a B- on my paper! But I don't know what other people got so I'm not certain if it's good or not...
My oral presentation in Spanish was nothing special but everyone else's was particularly bad so I looked particularly good.

Girl on my floor who I loaned Anansi Boys to really liked it. I'm thrilled.

Not in a people mood these days. Sorry I haven't been around much Aaron. Speaking of not hanging out with you enough can I buy three blank CDs from you? (Actual buy not like the sock appropriation) not enough cash for a case and really just need three.

So I think I'll just sit here, think about the Yukon, and practice my knitting pattern. Then I shall happily sleep.

Tomorrow I shall do all my homework (really...) and write my speech for English presentation/midterm.

Free minutes tomorrow! So everyone call me. (Though if you "forget" the time change my phone will still be on silent.)

P.S. If you want an Xxxxxxmas present from me just comment. And you'll get something though it might be a toothpick á la Dursleys. (If it's under two dollars feel free to be specific...)