I want Hallowe'en to be tomorrow. My Twi'lek costume is mostly done. my headdress needs some adjusting (and possibly some glue, it's too heavy to stay on my head of its own accord) and I need more silver makeup. It's going to be so cool. And my costume is totally sexy. Because Twi'lek females are. Mike and I actually had a small argument about it the other night, when I was describing my costume to him, because he objected to the amount of skin I would be showing, alluding to some jealousy on his part. Needless to say, I was not impressed with this. I can understand his rationale (one of his previous girlfriends cheated on him; another had an unfortunate habit of getting drunk and playing strip poker with groups of all male friends) but at the same time, I deserve a little trust. I've given him no reason to think otherwise, and I doubt I ever will. As a result, I told him in no uncertain terms that 1) it was MY body and I'd wear whatever I bloody well wanted to; 2) he is going to be there on Halloween, thereby negating the number of guys hitting on me; and finally, 3) that's just not who I am, and that I would hope that he'd have realized that by now.

Boys are stupid.

My room is so cold. Yet I can't turn on the heat, as a matter of principle. I will not give into you, North Bay. I will not.

I need to read James Joyce's A Portrait of the Artist As A Young Man, and I have negative desire to do so.

I did my first tour today up at the school. It was mostly good, I think, although 3 of the students were really interested in the new Bachelor of Nursing Science program and that's something I know nothing about. I'm going to be getting a really neat Nipissing vest for doing tours, though. Free clothes are always good.

I need something to write about for Magma, I think. It'll probably end up being some stupid piece reflecting on how much everything has changed since high school. I actually ran into an old friend today up at the school when we were touring around residence, and I couldn't get over how old she looked...she also looked a lot like her mom, which is kind of scary...but she easily could have passed for thirty, and that scared me.

Good times never seem so good.

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