Nutz 101:

The squirrels at U of T are balding.

I think it's because they have some sort of secret squirrel school on campus. It would explain the balding (from stress) and also our tuition hikes (we have to pay for their education since they don't have valid currency - acorns, accepted no where).

"I Have Nothing to Wear!!!" - Seriously:

I was going through my closet this morning trying find an ensemble appropriate for the work place. After sorting through everything I came to several conclusions:

1. I have entirely too many plain blue t-shirts

2. Need to retire clothes that I bought in elementary school (that makes them almost 10 years old?!)

3. Need more socks - what happened to all of my fun socks? Now they're all plain black - how horribly boring

4. Need to throw away anything that has holes in it (same goes for clothes with "mystery" stains - the ones that never wash out)

5. If I throw away everything with holes and stains, I literally won't have anything to wear.

Donations will be accepted c/o Carol's a Poor Loser Foundation

Please let it be noted that the pants I am currently wearing are "hemmed" with staples.

It has taken me over a week to adjust to my new schedule. So, my blog has suffered. But no longer!! I can blog and work and study and sleep... I think something is missing from that list... oh, right, my life.
Friends, *sniff*, where have you gone? Family... yeah, whatever. I miss my dog though!

I Am My Own Worst Enemy:

I arrived at work early. For those who know me, they know that this is a rare occurrence indeed. But it's true~ Carol was early.
Naturally, no one was at the office to witness this amazing feat.

I decided to make use of my "buffer" time by getting some water for the kettle (to make some tea).
Unfortunately, when I opened up in the morning, I forgot to turn off the auto-lock behind me. So, when I came back to the office with my kettle full of water, I was locked out.

It took nearly 20 minutes and 3 security personnel to let me back into the office.

In the meantime, I could hear the phone ringing through the door. By all appearances, it seemed that I was late for work.

I arrive 10 minutes early only to start work 10 minutes late.
Now isn't that ironic?

Note: I set an ultimate Carol-late-record when I arrived at an event 4 hours late. When one aims for 6:30pm and arrives at 10:30pm for no particular reason, that is truly sad. Seriously, I was moving as fast as I could - I conclude, that it is my destiny to be late for things and all the "being on time" set off the balance of my life and I had to make it up somehow.