You’re hilarious!! May I ask what you are in at u of t?
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hey there,
what am i in, you ask? that’s a complicated question, and it doesn’t have just one answer. most days, i’m in a sleep-deprived haze, tinged with an?aura of grumpiness and impatience. i’m told this gives off the most delicate smell of lavender. then, after i’ve downed my cup of Life & Vitality, i’m very briefly in a state of euphoria, before i sink back into the bare bones of functionality.
most days at uoft, i’m in the library. which library? well, it depends on whichever one’s closest and not packed. sometimes, around exams, everywhere is full and i just have to spend the evening wandering around campus, in a state of existential despair. “why aren’t the libraries open to me?” i’ll ask myself aloud as i stroll down st. george and people cross the street to the other side. “is this a sign that all knowledge is closed to me?” i’m often in the deepest pools of crippling angst.
also, i’m usually in my most comfortable clothes while at uoft. while most folks go for the smooth and sleek look – you know, hair brushed, matching shoes, shirts and pants not randomly paired together – i prefer to?opt for hobo-with-nothing-left-to-lose chic. it’s fun and functional!
oh, i’m also in the english specialist program.
cheers,
aska