marriage seminar

"Really?" he said.

Brent turned to me and gave me a funny look at the end of the exam that made me think I did something wrong. He meant the exam. We were all in disbelief at the difficulty of the questions. Hold, they weren't questions. They were statements. "Direct" quotations from the journal articles assigned as required readings of which we (apparently) had to know every detail.

Really?

Now that that's over with...

I treated myself to a venti caramel macchiato after my exam before I waited for a bus to take me home. Scratch that, forget home. I'm going to the mall. Instead of going to the one five minutes away, I decided to drive down to the one twenty minutes away—I wanted to hit up Value Village and find myself a brooch, perhaps a camera, and whatever dainty, delicate treasure I could find for a few dollars. I got what I came for. A sweet lady at the store whose name I never collected assisted me with the jewelries. She spoke sweetly about her four-month old puppy, Buddy, and detailedly described his energy and her love for butterflies and things that sparkle.

Spending more time than I had desired at VV, I sped down Wellington to White Oaks, a shopping centre that was, until today, foreign to me. With only 45 minutes left, I visited H&M, Urban Behaviour and Guess in hopes to find a green dress suitable for nights I want to go clubbing, and possibly for Halloween. With a few potentials in mind, I speed-walked to Stitches with 15 minutes to spare. They were having a massive relocation sale, and everything was 50% off the last ticketed price. Perfect.

A red tank top and a magenta tunic that came with a scarf, I think.
$15 in total for the day's shopping.

On the drive home, I passed by Hillside Chapel, christened by a soft glow from a sign on their front lawn that read "Marriage Seminar," to take place this coming weekend. I was suddenly hit with a nostalgic movie-viewing crave and struggle to figure out a film that involved marriage seminars. That film with Mandy Moore. What's that? ...Oh, License to Wed. At least six traffic lights had passed by.

I'm going to Masonville tomorrow (tonight, I guess) with Kristina.
Gift-buying and more shopping for Halloween!

Now that it's nearly 6 a.m. I'm going to bed.
Jon and I spent three hours trying to get our web cams to simultaneously connect on MSN. We failed and resorted to Skype, where the visual was clear and even the audio was at a basic decency. We should have started there.