I suppose that I can't really get upset with people for not updating their blogs when I hardly update mine, right? I just don't have much to say. I'm back in Montreal, and this semester is already about 100 times better than last semester, simply in terms of my professors and their general level of interest in their subjects. There's still time for disillusionment, I guess.
There's a kid in my class that I've nicknamed "Fabio" because he looks like a reject from the cover of a Harlequin Romance. He always wears a tight white t-shirt (short sleeved...in Montreal...weirdo). His brown hair, which is longer than shoulder-length, is always carefully combed and shiny. And he pouts. All. the. time. It's disturbing to look at him, because I absolutely cannot control the giggles. We don't sit near each other though, so I doubt that he notices. I've got everybody else calling him Fabio, too, which wasn't my intention; we just don't know his name (and aren't really interested, either).
Good times.
1.15.2005
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