“The other day I was in class at the school I attend, Brown University, which also happens to be the school the Harry Potter star Emma Watson attends, I have a class with her and the teacher asked the class a difficult question, Emma answered correctly and quietly from the back of the room I heard someone yell “10 points for Gryffindor!” MLIA.”

I bet she would be very useful when a student has to cram for an exam, with the cheating quills and all. Plus, it’d be fun for a few bragging points to say that you’re friends with Hermione.

I think I’ve decided I’m switching majors. For the longest time Journalism was the plan but after seeing the sorry state that the newspapers are in and all the jobs that are being outsourced I’m leaning more towards a lucrative job: Physical Therapy Assistant. When I was young I wanted to be a nurse because it gave me the opportunity to help people, but after realizing my utter lack of math skills my ambitions changed. From about 3rd grade on I wanted to be some kind of writer. Can I still write? Sure. Nothing’s stopping me. Charles Dickens was a barber before he published his first story. But, like singing, reserving it as a hobby might be enough. I will ride out this semester and then talk with an admissions officer at Kellogg Community College to go over my options.

Yes, I have stopped talking about school. You can wake up now. ;)

I’ve come to a conclusion that couscous is the most delicious food known to man. If only my couscous looked as pretty as it does in the picture above.

Yesterday was my first day of Western and I had the usual butterflies. One class has 15 students, the other has 150. I have two more classes today, one that lasts three hours. Something tells me it’s going to be brutal, but luckily I have a netbook that allows me to type way quicker than I could ever write, especially considering my handwriting has been atrocious lately.

I realized a couple days ago that I was beginning to exhibit Summer-like behavior and I didn’t like it. I broke up with my boyfriend because I got scared about how romantic he was. I told him that I wanted something light and relaxed, and at the time he seemed to understand. However, he became very intense, and I couldn’t handle it. I still care a great deal about him and think he is one of the sweetest guys in existence, but I know that he and I probably just weren’t the right match.

In all fairness, this was my first time initiating a breakup. In the past, I’d been at the receiving end, but this time I had to be the one to let him down gently. I did it in person (I don’t think there’s anything more classless than breaking up with someone via text message) and reiterated that I care a lot about him, and he took it well, but I still can’t help feeling like a monster. I’m pretty sure that the rest of his family hates me right now but I couldn’t lie to him. He wanted to take it further, I didn’t. I never lead him on and I never lied to him. I really did love him in a romantic sense at one point. But now the love has shifted to an admiration sense.

So, am I Summer? Did she feel any remorse for having dumped Tom? It wasn’t shown on screen, but it’s not terribly inconceivable that she might have beat herself up about it. Still, maybe she didn’t, which would have made her, for all intents and purposes, the villain. I feel a great deal of guilt even though we both agreed that it just wasn’t working.

My lack of funds is the main contributor to my lack of independence. Without a job I have nowhere to flock to, nowhere to fill my head with a different kind of monotony. I am immobile, and it’s beginning to bother me. I’ve wasted a good few trees printing out fliers for a potential dog walking business. I hope that my lack of artistic talent isn’t too much of a hindrance. I am between a dog and a theatrical place (with a play that may never come together) and while I enjoy it, I’m looking for my life to be a bit less square, a bit more octagonal.