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due to popular demand, vega will now write something about her life in the past two weeks!

my friends, i have not moved out. i do not know the joys of being responcible to no one but myself. i cannot go out whenever i feel like it, and come home when the whim strikes me. and i shall never know the glory of sustaining life on a diet of pizza, mac-and-cheese, fries, burgers, and other "camp food."

but i'm in university, damn it! and i refuse to have no stories to tell about it!

frosh week (september 2-6th) was pretty damn good. we had various activites, went to Medeival Times, Wonderland, and a boat cruise, and i met a fair fist-ful of people (none of whom sucked!).

i am most proud of myself for going to two parties, one at Hart House, one held by the engineers. in both cases, i first thought i wouldn't want to go, because it didn't sound like my kind of scene, but i was eventually tricked into it, and i'm rather glad i was.
i especially enjoyed the engineering party because, despite the overwhelming smell of pot and cigarettes, the music was great and the atmosphere was fun, and i danced like a maniac. (i delibaratley avoided looking too closley at the ground, but they tell me it was littered with used condoms. the things drunked teenagers will do never cease to amaze me.)

i've had all but one of my classes so far. my german teacher seems nice. my religions teacher is trying to reduce class size by beaing the most boring speaker imaginable. my algebra class is HARD! and, lastly, and most importantly, my physics prof is grat! he's energetic, enthusiastic, and hilarious! i'm gonna enjoy that course.