fuck you, you're drunk

i emerge from my room mumbling latin to myself and am greeted by a complete stranger.

ashley and caitlin went over to oliver's, the campus pub, to watch the hockey game. [canada won, by the way.] afterwards, they came home, and ashley and i chatted for a bit about going to concerts and how unenthuastic fans were stupid and horrible. then i wandered back to my latin, ashley to her room, and things were quiet until i heard caitlin come in. accompanied by a male companion

curiousity killed the cat. what i want to know is, was the cat killed because it just had to find out what it was curious about and actually did, and died as a result of this? or did the cat die because it never actually found out what it was curious about; was it that tha cat was left in a perpetual state of curiousity the cause which eventually killed it? i decided to be killed by seeking what i was curious about.

so there we sat: ashley straight across, anna tucked up to my left, caitlin's feet entangled in each other to the right of me, and brad from the other side beside her. we all gesticulate madly, sharing stories of nakedness, street parties in kingston, professors, being serenaded during fire alarms and the weather.

it's nice to just be sometimes.