edible?

Living on my own has presented me with the opportunity to make food that will be just for me, meaning that while I am making my meals I don't need to worry about what anyone wants or doesn't want. Therefore, I have become somewhat creative. Dinner tonight: fried apple and cinnamon on whole wheat rotini pasta. (I also fried some carrot and zucchini, but they didn't really complement the rest of the meal, which was quite tasty.) The cinnamon smelled really nice while it was frying!

Boredom, bordeom, wherefore art thou not fun?

Well, I haven't been that bored, actually, as I've been spending much of my free time reading so good books, like The Golden Compass, and Blue Like Jazz. The annoying thing about the Golden Compass is that it's hard to find the second book in the series (used, at least), although I found the third. Exactly the same thing that's happened to me regarding the Obsidian Chronicles. Ah well, I'm sure eventually I'll come across them.
So, I've been here for almost two weeks. I've played some hockey (and soccer and volleyball, once each), and done quite a bit of biking, mostly along Lochside and the (Galloping) Goose. I have a job interview tomorrow, and start class on Friday, which I'm looking forward to. I'm also trying to develop some idea of what to do for my project (a component of my degree that I will be looking to complete by April). I'm thinking of doing something about education in Africa, but I'm planning on reading up on what current issues are before I try to formulate a plan ... because, that's generally better than coming up with something out of the blue ... generally, but not always. Maybe I'll try it both ways.
I miss thunderstorms.
Oh, and the new Harry Potter is now out, and to commemorate this auspicious occasion, I finally started re-reading the 5th one. I'm planning on borrowing the 7th from a girl upstairs after she's done with it. I'm in no hurry. This does not mean I'm like one of those kids that help phone people think are going to be calling in because their emotionally traumatized by the end of the series. I'm not. Not even close.

Happy to be here, sorry to be gone. It’s really too bad that to be somewhere else you have to leave the place you’re in, at least for me in this circumstance, that’s the case. I realize the universal application may be a bit lacking. At least, though I’m in the city, I’m in a basement, which has the benefit of being cool (though it does let a lot of light in). My first full day here, Tuesday, was spent finishing unpacking, getting some groceries, and wondering how it is that an ant infestation preceded my arrival (and the arrival of the aforementioned groceries).

It seems a lot of people (not just you, Anne), are rereading at least Harry Potter volumes 5 and 6 in preparation for the release of the Deathly Hallows. I haven’t reread the 5^th one, and don’t ever plan to. I just didn’t enjoy it that much, especially as the best part of the book (and the only part I would be tempted to reread) had the unforunate coincidence of containing the death of my favourite character. Bah! I liked the Transformers movie more than the 5^th book, and also quite likely more than the 5^th movie. Too bad my favourite character had to die in that one, as well.
So, plans for the near future include: trying to register for a summer course, looking for a job, getting a start on the project component of my program, and spending some time outside. Yeah, sounds good to me!!