If You Want to be Happy in a Million Ways

In just a few hours I will be returning to my friendly neighbourhood international airport, where the lines will hopefully not be insane despite the baggage scandals going on. I hadn't heard anything about it until Mum told me, but apparently there has been some skullduggery with lax security over Thanksgiving, so now they're going to make up for it by making travellers' lives extra-miserable now. Oh joy.

Thursday night I slayed my economics exam, or at least wounded it. I'm fairly pleased with how it went. But then when I got home there was nobody around because Jacob is in Mexico (lucky fool), Katherine was out with Jordan, and Emily is usually asleep by 10:30, so I did some Christmas cards for the folks at work and watched TV. Woo.

To make up for this lameitude last night was extra-fun, for I attended a party at Matt's place. His housemates and friends all seem very nice, and a few of the choir folk (Laure and Louise) were there. I still don't understand the "raid dance". Apparently it has something to do with hard drives and the fact that they are read in a circular motion, so you have to have multiple people dancing around making circles with their hands. Just when I think I'm a geek, someone has to outdo me, and with choreography too...

Finally, I would just like to note that the new Fall Out Boy song currently on the radio sounds eerily Backstreet Boys-esque in the chorus. My inner teenybopper likes it; the rest of me is determined to mount a vigorous resistance.