more's the pity

I don't know why, but Vancouver reminds me of my childhood. Just sleeping with sunlight slyly draped over the back of my neck, the circumspect whirring of the electric fan, grass. And grass.

So I promised Quinn that there'd be no more international students this year (or did I say ever?). I'm really glad I gave him a call (even though he was too busy to hang out with me, the ho). Ended up with the girls instead, and being with them is always awsome. We might do the Grind on Monday. Exciting! I dragged them to MacStation to have Guido checked out; but, alas, that didn't work out, so I'm going to have to check out the other Mac Store on Broadway once I get my UPass. Then we scoured (not really) Robson for a tea-and-cake place and ended up in Capstone where we parked our butts and just talked for hours.

Went to Ikea today. I really want to buy an Ikea room. Or maybe an Ikea kitchen. But at least I got my file cabinet (fire-engine red) and my sheets. I'm going to paint my wall, I've told my mom. A nice, bright, electric blue. It's going to clash with everything, for sure, but the white, the whiteness, I can't stand anymore.

Stupid Guido, why are you wigging on me??? I'm pretty sure there's something wrong with his temperature sensors. Stupid narcoleptic Guido.

I'm really excited for school this term. And I just realized how inconsiderate my mom is being, insisting that she study in the same university I'm studying at. (What was she thinking?) Ok, I'm just kidding. (No, I'm not.) Gross. But I'm really excited.

I'm hungry now.