It was a good day today. On account of a lot of fortunate circumstance, I was able to encounter some old familiar faces. Some, I still talk to regularly. Others, I haven’t heard from in ages.

Firstly, Melissa was back from Ottawa for Thanksgiving. This is pretty rockin’, since I honestly never expected to see her again in person. Unfortunately, our meeting lasted a scant two minutes, and I was clad in the sluttiest of whore makeup. When did Jordan partake in the ways of your not-so-average transvestite? When he signed his soul away to the Student Council of pagantry. But, it was all in the sake of comedy, so, I could live with myself. Melissa - on the other hand - had been taken to St. Jerome’s Medical Rehabilitation Centre so that she can forget about this horrible chapter of her life.

Later in the day, as Caleb and I waited in the bleak black coldness of the night, Skittles walked into Williams Coffee Pub. Skittles, who is a friend of Jenn, traditionally goes by the name Rebecca, but her nickname is Skittles. This is on account of her telling me that she once had a nightmare after eating too much Skittles, and now she couldn’t eat them anymore. Therefore, she has been affectionately labelled “Skittles”. She told us about how university was kind of difficult to adjust to, and that her program was easier than Jenn’s. Nothing big. Small talk really. I’m sure she wanted to get out of the cold.

Lastly was one of the better experiences (no offense to Melissa and Skittles), but it was a shocking re-encounter with Steph. I hadn’t seen her since she left to go to Northwestern, and our encounters had been limited. Since she left, I hadn’t talked to her, not even to wish her a happy birthday on August 25th. I’d felt like a total ass, so when she was waiting on the steps of Williams, I tried to avoid eye contact. Yet, for a large portion of William’s night, I’d seen her look over at me. She recognized who I was, but I still thought she’d detest me. Turns out, she didn’t. She came over and we had a brief chat about Matt Bradley (for whatever reason). Apparently she is going to Ottawa. Maybe she’s seen the ol’ Mop and Bucket around campus.

Anyway, I’m tired. I’m going to watch some TV and crash.