Whilst searching for potential jobs in Edinburgh I came across a listing entitled "attractive bar ladies wanted". No you don't need experience or good references or people skills. Just a pretty face. I wonder what kind of a sketchy bar that is.

Well I'm back hanging out at the campus library. Frosh everywhere. And they're so young. Ack. And I'm a graduate hanging out at the library because she can't stand to be living at home again. Plus I had to sell a textbook. I've been back like 3 days and already there have been fighting fiascoes. The next 20 days are going to be interesting to say the least. Please someone send me an email inviting me to your new-and-exciting event. It's going to be so strange to be back in Guelph with nothing to do and almost no one around.

The woman next to me keeps looking over at my screen. If she's not careful I'm going to jump over there and kick her ass. Emily-rage is abundant today and she better watch out.

In the times when I've actually been awake the past few days I've been reading blog after blog after blog. And I've noticed while there are some really great ones where you can tell the author isn't a ditzy idiot and actually has something meaningful and thought provoking to say, there are just as many ones where the person thinks they're all artistic or insightful, but in reality they're just wasting internet space. I know my blog has been pretty lame lately, but I promise soon my travel adventures will be up and running!

My pop machine that had nice cheap pop has been changed over the summer. Boo-urns.

I'll let you know a secret. I wish that I was back in school this fall. As much as I hate going to class and writing papers and cramming for exams, I relished the fact that I knew what I was supposed to be doing. Plus there was always a plethora of people about. The uncertainty of my life right now is giving me an ulcer. I thought I'd love this part of life, that I'd just go where I pleased and do what I wanted, but the reality that in order to survive I need to eat, and to do that I need to make money, and to do that I need to work, is killing me. Ha ha. Why wasn't I born into a rich family?

There are girls outside sewing together large squares of white cloth together. Wha? Omg. A girl just walked into the library wearing a teeny tiny little white shirt. I can see her boobies. Gross. Is it bad that I just had a very entertaining time reading over my archives? Its so self-indulgent but I can't help it. Also my mom bought me underwear (apparently I'm 8) and they all have words on the ass. Today's is 'refreshing'. I can't even tell what they're implying by that one.

Must end the boring sporadic prattling.

* song of the moment: Ben Folds - Tiny Dancer *