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Wonderful, lovely, terrific day. Basically.

Ok, so I woke up late, hadn't finished my essay, and then got distracted while typing it... but that's not the point.

I had a book club meeting thing (with jenjoou) and talked to people about fantasty and sci-fi (which always makes me happy). And then hyperallergina met us, bringing along ringthebells, who I hadn't met before but who is seriously fun, and we walked and talked and ate too much sugar and watched Firefly, and all was good, and so things work out quite well in terms of getting me to enjoy cooler days and fall rather than sinking depressingly into academia (and no, I have no intention of talking about the scientific plausibility of Buffy, despite the fact that the prof seems to be obsessed with the issue).

... yes. Given that I have to finish that essay while babbling like this, it might be a good idea to remind me NOT to eat so much sugar before attempting work next time? Thanks.

Oh, and for Interested Parties who want to know what I'm doing when so that we can hang out:

Monday: Essays, and sleep, though if anyone wants to go for coffee while studying, I'm in.
Tuesday: Writer's circle thing until 8 - again, studying, coffee, after, etc... yeah.
Wednesday: *shrugs* Who the hell knows. Although I finish class fairly late, if anyone wants to go for a beer or something before I go home to study.
Thursday: Buffy night, probably, though that's not quite sure. And essay-writing.
Friday: SERENITY. Or Gravitation, and Serenity on Saturday. But come on, people, I need to go see this with friends! Let me know who is going when, and we'll go together! And yay! C'mon, make an effort on this one!

Also, if anyone from Sherbrooke is interested, I'm going to my mother's for Thanksgiving day, but I'm trying to spend the rest of the time in Montreal (so that I don't kill anyone - they're all driving me up the damn wall, lately, but I want to see my granddad). If you guys want to go out on the Saturday or something, I could maybe drive down then. Else, please come see me... none of you have been to Montreal in ages and ages. Etienne? This means you, specifically. And Kat. For reasons previously explained. :P

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My mother just called. And apparently misses me (and so might be slightly more agreeable when I go over for Thanksgiving). So, conversation about trips, about recent happenings, etc... which led to talk about my classes, specifically my feminist theory class. In which she told me that, while she might agree with me (*gasp* - mark down the date, it deserves it's own anniversary), I shouldn't contradict the prof because I'll get bad grades. Yes, mother, I'm stupid enough to contradict the prof impolitely or unreasonably. And this is from the woman who tells me that university is a place of intellectual freedom. Tell me that I won't be the same when I get to be that age. And, people? If I DO turn into my mother when I'm 50, I give you full and utter permission to fetch the nearest shotgun and shoot me. Actually, I'd regard it as a personal favor.

That said. Essays suck. Essay writing, assisted by a huge pot of tea, sucks slightly less. Must remember this.