Folklore, accents and slippery flowers: My life

 I went to the Post-Secondary fair yesterday. I almost got left behind by the school bus, but realized the room was about three hundred kids short before it was too late.

Now I get to shuffle through a bunch of universities' attempts to steal my soul. Woot for trying to make decisions.

And did you know that you can major in Folklore at Memorial? I kid you not.

Oh, and here's my Halloween costume, made out of a flower shaped sleeping bag:

The trick-or-treaters found me sitting in a chair directly in front of the door, dressed as a flower, blasting dubstep (especially this little ditty) and attempting to keep my laptop from sliding off my lap due to the slippery fabric.
Love,
-J-