Alright, so let's have a quick rundown of What Irena's Life is Like at the Moment.

It's so weird, having freedom. I mean, not that my parents were ever that overly restrictive, if I think about it fairly, but enough so that I, for instance, had to lie about who I was meeting up with, ie. Scott, yeahhhh. No further comment there. I relished going to work downtown every day in the summer, actually enjoyed being alone (as alone as one can be on crowded subways I suppose) and walking around absolutely everywhere, exploring. It was little things, like getting off a few stops early here and there and walking a different way that meant more to my being rebellious than anything else that may or may not have gone on this summer, and that is hard to explain.

I'm weird like that, because right now, whenever I'm trying to do work I'm wondering, "who's in the common room, whose room could I go hang out in?" and it’s so tempting to socialize because frankly there’s no shortage of opportunity or libations to ease the way, but on the other hand, I went off entirely on my own the other day to go swim in the lake, and thoroughly enjoyed it. I often feel as though this huge, gorgeous room is going to waste, what with everybody paired off most nights (seriously, the amount of floorcest going on here is unbelievable after only a few short weeks) and I know how that sounds, but it’s more out of a feeling of missing out on something than any real inclination that I say this.

Yesterday I was at the mall in Kingston and out of loneliness with my big, empty, undebauched room I bought a Siamese fighting fish, whom I will probably call The Great White Bastard, Jaws of Steaming Hot Death, Tour Guide of the River Styx, Gilled Terror and Your Ass Between My Teeth, and I'm fairly sure only Helena will get that reference or I'll be impressed. Of course pets are highly illegal, but my don is the coolest guy ever and couldn’t care less. Oy, speaking of the mall, I have found a Coles, Indigo and Chapters, and indeed, a Lush! What more does one need in life? 


Hasheel wrote that he’ll have no privacy if he stays with his relatives in India. Strange as it may seem, I feel like I have a surfeit of it. Which might sound odd, living in res and all, but anyone who knows me or my family knows that it’s more often than not utter chaos and bedlam in my house of loons, so constant construction right outside my window and 24/7 partying is really quite restful in comparison.

I realize I’ve utterly failed to mention anything remotely of interest herein, such as, um, classes, people I’ve met, frosh week and so on. Forthcoming, I guess? I should go write fic I mean do homework. Bye, lovers!