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I need more friends on campus. Preferably ones without a million other friends so I don't feel like a perpetual third wheel. Because exploring Vancouver would be way more fun with someone else.

Also, my Chem prof is also very British, and while less funny than my Bio prof, still awesome.

And someone was playing rock music down the hall at eight am this morning. Not good rock music, either - this was Shinedown or some crap like that (Sorry Jon, but it is crap).

Off to explore by myself, I suppose. No way in hell I'm staying here all afternoon.

So, I am totally in the coolest faculty on campus. Seriously, nobody else has a mascot or their own student building, or undergrad society presidents running around covered in blue greasepaint with the society initials shaved into their head. Also, we get to blow stuff up - the Arts kids had signs saying that Arts was better because it's bigger (never mind that we took up nearly half the gym), and I felt like we should totally have had signs saying 'Science: We Blow Stuff Up'. And I met people in my Bio class who seem at least decently interesting, and got good tips on stuff from our group leader, who's a third year Microbio major who wants to go to med school for the _right_ reasons.

They did the academic procession of all the deans and head faculty to the Imperial Death March, which was pretty much the greatest thing ever. Apparently this is something of a tradition. And the tv on my floor gets House! Which means I'll only have to download Project Runway off the 'net.

But now I am dead from walking around and cheering, so as soon as my laundry is done, I'm crashing.

Unless things change drastically in the next couple of days, I am going to go crazy living here this year. It seems like I may have gotten stuck on a floor more inclined to partying and standing around talking loudly, in the halls that echo like crazy. There are all of two people (out of about twenty) I am at all inclined to actually like.

I went into the city for a while, which provided a bit of a respite. Wandered around the gay section of town, and chatted with one of the clerks in a club-wear store and got tips on where to buy cheap groceries. Bought cheap groceries, and then realized that it's kind of a pain to walk around with lots of groceries, so I came back here, to the noise.

...I think the promise of free food has lured everybody else out. Free food sounds good, but around here 'BBQ' apparently means 'overcooked hamburgers' (and just hamburgers - the cheese either disappears in the first five minutes, or doesn't exist to begin with), and I am sick of that.

Goddamn am I in a foul mood. I think I need to go kill things for a while.

I am so tired - spend the day running around, first trying to find Julie, and then going into Vancouver for a bit. Possibly also still adjusting to PST - I know I mentallly am with friends and stuff, going 'It's only one, where are people?', and then remembering for Winter and Mara it's four am, and for Jo it's three, and thus nobody else is around.

Also have managed to get a bit of a sunburn (my first of the year), but I have groceries! Although nothing to eat them off of, out of, or with, yet. And I have many things to do tomorrow, so I should probably get to bed.

Oh, and ResNet is acting all spazzy - my e-mail keeps timing out from this IP (I can connect via proxy), and AIM died on me (sorry Xandra, I'm not ignoring you, honest). If this keeps up, I'll be on MSN, though, so feel free to poke me there.

Checking in from Toronto, on my aunt and uncle's wireless network (which has a password even more ridiculously long than my own). Peaceful drive over through the width of New York - bit of rain, but nothing too bad. The secret to happy road trips is lots of good music, I think. Thankfully the border crossing went well - we didn't have to wait long, and the customs officer didn't bother looking through my stuff. I hope the airport security people don't decide to go through it either, just because I really don't know if I can get all the stuff I packed back in if they take it out. Our stop by Immigration also went over well - took all of fifteen minutes to get my study permit, and they didn't even look at a bunch of the forms and stuff we brought.

So my dad and I have kind of been hanging out and just chatting with the cousins - I haven't seen any of them in about five years now, so the youngest, who was probably 4'8" when I last saw him is now taller than me. Nice seeing them all again, though.

And I am sad that the only one of my OTPs that has enough decent fic is Remus/Sirius. I discovered that nobody else on LJ lists 'Clow/Yue' as an interest, and the Dante/Virgil fandom is...well, me, largely. And Jo, I guess. Hamlet/Horatio, Cain/Riff, Braska/Auron, Eva/Sparda, even Rufus/Tseng...there's barely any fanbase. And you'd think the fact that I ship Leon/anybody would keep me in fic, but...so much of the RE fic is terrible. Like...unreadably bad. I'd complain about the state of Dante-fic too (I ship Dante/almost everybody), except I'm fairly certain there's lots out there I just can't see.

This is possibly a sign that I should write more, and give some of these a boost. But after sleep...I'm about to crash, I think.

So, I'm about to leave for my dad's place - we're leaving for Toronto from there tomorrow, and then flying from there. I managed not to break down at all during packing, probably because I was too busy stressing out, but now it's all done and I'm on the verge of tears.

Said goodbye to all my friends at various points this week, and a bit of a goodbye to Boston with Mara, but this is the hard part - leaving my mom and brother, leaving my two cats, leaving the house I grew up in. Yeah, I'll be back in eight months at the absolute latest, but this is...the beginning of the end of that part of my life, I guess.

Julie, if you see this before you leave - stop by my room when you get there, yeah? It's listed on my Facebook page.

Everybody else - I'll have some internet between now and when I arrive on-campus the 29th, so I'll definately be checking e-mail and LJ, but I probably won't be on AIM/MSN much.

Oh my god. I need this shirt. Soon as I have some extra cash to waste on incredibly geek t-shirts XD;

How I love you so.

I probably should have gone to bed a good three hours ago, but instead I stayed up, read random stuff on ship_manifesto (good to know I'm not the only one who ships really really out there stuff, even if it isn't the same stuff), read some Crowley/Aziraphale fanfic, and now I am wandering though things on google and watching yaoi anime on Youtube.

Sometimes I wonder what I ever did without the internet XD;

Because I love how Asher got recruited to be a Turk, and it's not going to come up in-game any more (actually, not sure it would have anyway, he's a bit embarassed by it). Also some random stuff I meant to post earlier, I think.

Asher, before becoming a Turk, was a thief. Started with picking pockets, but he moved on to houses, largely on the upper plate. Not quite the best house robber ever, but he was pretty good. He made the mistake of trying to break into Drake's penthouse, not really knowing that Drake was the leader of the Turks and all. Drake, being an awesome old guy, caught him, and gave him three options - being a Turk, being turned over to the police, or trying to get out again. And while Asher is not always the sharpest tool in the shed, he knows better than to mess with a guy with a revolver who actually managed to catch him, and took the Turk option.

As for the second part - I got bored one day last winter and picked out BPAL scents for a bunch of the characters - Hoth and Hadrian aren't on there because I didn't (and still don't) have a good feel for their characters, and a few were hard to find good ones for. But here it is, for anyone curious.

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Why is it that the only people that hit on me are guys twice as old as I am? Seriously, this is getting a little annoying D:

And I wish that all my professors had contact info listed online, not just my Bio prof. Because I can get cheap tickets for Y-con, but I have to miss two days of classes because the bus schedule from Vancouver to Seattle is terrible - I thought the commuter rail schedule was bad, but oh man, this is worse. Or that they had syllabi online with important things like whether or not I will fail my English class if I miss the lecture twice, and when midterms are.

...May end up buying the tickets anyway; Southwest is really good about refunds.

Also, the internet has corrupted me horribly. When Futomimi starts talking about 'our motherland', my mind totally imagined him saying it like the Russians in the End of the World flash video, which is more like 'AHH MOTHERLAND!'

And now, self, you will take deep breaths and stop panicking about plane stuff. It will get done, even if you do end up having to pay five hundred bucks to Air Canada. Work on drawing shirtless!Asher more. Or putting together a resume so you can apply for that job you're looking at.