True story

[meresy]

I have just realized that my first year life in university residence in 2003/4 was populated by a crowd kind of disturbingly like the characters in The Social Network (as in the movie, 'cause the irl folks I know very little about and do not want to, lalalala). There was my roommate, the insufferable CS major, my friends up the hall--an improbably good-looking girl of Brazilian extraction and her crazy, bouncy roommate who really entered the wrong major. I'm not sure who this makes me, since the Chris position could be filled by an actual blonde Christine from across the hall, and the Billy-analogue was obviously Sam, since she would just randomly show up in other people's rooms (mine).

Alas, no billion dollar companies resulted, and the only drama was me getting fed the fuck up with my roommate's dismal housekeeping and noisy keyboard, but there you go.

WE ARE AT STAGE THREE FANNISHNESS -- RANDOMNESS AND DAYDREAMING. GOOGLE ALERTS FOR ACTORS MAY FOLLOW. /end alert

I am SO EXCITE for the TSN Big Bang, you don't even know.

In other news, I totally felt that earthquake y'all had there (I'm Toronto-ish). Well-travelled, that shaking.

School is about to do my head in. This means you will either start hearing even less from me, or more depending on how my need to procrastinate takes me this time. (I have to TA, augh. In my last term. Cruel and unusual!)

SUMMER. WHY SO OVER ALREADY. :(

ETA: Not over enough. Tornado warnings all over everything tonight. =/ =/ =/