The Spot

The nice thing about not updating in a while is that everyone else has updated first. News!
Well, Arran's visit was everything I had hoped, though too short of course. Decadent days, hyper nights, the works. I miss her.
I haven't had the chance to come down though: Arran launched my holidays and they've been pretty solidly good ever since.
I can't believe we missed Arran's flight though. Oooops! I'm glad we got to see the beach, but *wince*
I met Emilie at the airport as I was dropping off Arran, and we're being law students together. She has papers, I have the research job, we work for a few hours then have espressos in the kitchen or coffee at Jasper's.
They're letting us out tomorrow though: we have the car. We'll get a gift for my aunt and grandparents then paint the town red. Loop Charlotte street *twice*, or something equally awe-inspring.
The cocktail party went well. Lots of thinness compliments, which made me feel right self-concious but the cointreau coffee tided me over and I was downright cheery.
And Dr. Grant was an abundant source of local music info. It wasn't just that I was having fun... it was that I was enjoying our discussion more than most I've had with my classmates. Weird. I'm growing up, augh!
This lap-of-luxury thing is probably making me soft. The student life will doubtless shock me to death. I can't picture my apartment in the absolute order of my room. Best not think about it.
Six sleeps left!

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