x j a y c i

ontario, canada
queen's university
engineering chemistry

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100924 : three cheers for quantum! and new layout. now if only it didn't have 'sober' written all over it.

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100907 : frosh week begins.
100913 : first day of classes.
100923 : autumn equinox.
100924-100926 : fauxcoming weekend.

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Thursday, June 10, 2010

When I get my own place...

I will not have ANY carpet. ANYWHERE. I hate it. Even if I know it's clean, I'm always reluctant to lie on it. Or maybe it's just this student housing business I'm in. for starters, I think they all put in dark carpet to cover up everything that's ever been on it. I'm not even venture a guess about the things that have ended up on the ground.
Then again, I suppose if the carpet is closer that what I have at my home (in Markham), it's a bit better, since I KNOW there isn't anything... uh, overly suspicious that's been in the carpet. I guess it also keeps the place a bit warmer in the winter too =T.
Anyway, if I got to choose (and had unlimited moneys), I would definitely have hardwood flooring everywhere that I don't have tiling. It just makes cleaning up so much easier, and spills are easier to clean out (unless of course, it's hot, or red wine, which to me, really can't be good ANYwhere when it's spilt). I would be able to consider people coming over, since I wouldn't have to be super stressed about anyone making a mess on my carpet.

In other news, I had an ACTUAL OCD-ish moment today: at lunch, I sat across from my friend, because, well, let's face it, who sits beside them when it's just the two of you? It took me less than five minutes, however, to pack my stuff and move across the table because it simply didn't feel right to be sitting on that side of the table. My friend asked if it was because I was a people watcher too (we were facing, kinda, the doorway to the caf), and I found, painfully, that this was not the case, just that I was on the wrong side. No reason. And then I thought about it, and realised than whenever I get to choose my place at a table, I will ALWAYS choose to sit facing the exit/entrance to the place.

Well, that's new.