I'm finally back in North Bay, and even more finally, using the new Hal, aka the 2 Fast 2 Furious version, although I'm considering renaming it Phoenix, because that's slightly more appropriate and X-Men references will always be cooler than Vin Sniezel ones.

I landed in Toronto at 10:30 a.m. Sunday morning. We left Glasgow at 8:30 a.m. Scottish time, and I had to be at the airport at 5 for check-in...which is 11 p.m. Ontario time. So basically Sunday was a mofo long day and I slept for a stupid long time.

Monday morning at 8:30 was my first class, followed by my second at 10, my third at 12:30 and my fourth at 5. Yeah, Mondays and Wednesdays kind of suck, but Tuesday and Thursday are light, and Fridays are off.

I bought all my course packs yesterday and it cost me $250. It was really irritating because course packs are the books that are comprised of photocopies of other books and journals and stuff and the idea is that it will save you money because you don't have to buy a bunch of different books to get all of the material. It's especially frustating because four of my five courses this term are half-credit and only last for this term, so I'm only going to be using the books for three months. Plus I'd already spent about $200+ buying the actual books for my classes. So, yeah, I'm officially poor.

The good news is, no exams in December. I like all my classes reasonably well so far--it's the first year that I've gotten to take some of the things that I'm really interested in as opposed to being limited by the canonical delineations that the curriculum imposes (ie, 18th century, 19th century, British lit, American lit, Canadian lit, etc).

The Squidge is having fun and settling in well. I think she should have a good year but it also has the potential to be a really rough year becuase I don't think she quite grasps the concept of university meaning actually going to class and doing your work and not just being drunk all the time. But that's her problem, not mine. I wouldn't really care so much but my parents will come down on me if she fucks up, because apparently us being at the same school means I am her keeper and she will actually listen to me about stuff like this.

I am debating whether I should sign up for yoga this year.

I miss Mike. A lot.

I guess I should go to bed now.

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