jes, the yielder [sic] of the mighty fork

title bequeathed upon me by charlotte, rm 106


yes, i have realized that i am using "blockquote" a lot. one of justin's qualities that i picked up.

anyway.

i'm adapting well to the "university life", and i hate to say it, but i have made some "great new college friends", as all the older, more condescending people had predicted. the school work isn't too bad, and i feel that i'm adjusting well. i'm still alive and my eyes are intact. it would be a pity to lose them now since i've got glasses.

unresolved boy issues shall remain unresolved, largely cos 1) boys are dumb, and 2) they usually aren't worth starting a floor war over. as if ryan was worth it. i shall let things ride, and take it as it comes. very similar to my apathetic outlook on pretty much everything, don't you think? que sera, sera.

time is passing incredibly slowly. it feels like it's already been forever since the last update, which was only 22 days ago. things have changed immensely. perhaps this is the metamorphosis all the girls back home are fearing; we already are drifting apart as we have discovered during thanksgiving weekend. of course, no one brought it up, and heaven forbid we ever speak of not being friends ever again, but there's already a clique-ish attitude about u of t vs. queen's vs. york vs. glendon vs. guelph. and beyond that, rivalry between faculties. and our ideas of "fun" have changed. before, i was content to go out for coffee and papaya milkshakes, but my whole "what'll i do on friday night?" mentality has changed. my h.k.er tendancies have been lost somewhere in the whole waspy society of queen's. i can't get interested in their gossip very much anymore. sometimes i want to curl up into the fetal position and hide under my desk amid the pork flavoured cup noodles.

john was right. he got me started thinking about wanting a white picket fence and someone who makes me breakfast on sundays while i sleep in. why can't i have a boy who makes me breakfast on sundays while i sleep in? or someone who is remotely thoughtful, for that matter. not that my ex-lovers were unthoughtful; they were just lacking some way or another. le sigh.

navy gabardine and lime green chiffon.


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