Walking

There's nothing like an unseasonably warm December day to put me in a fantastic mood. Its because of the walking. Its my favourite thing to do, and as soon as winter sets in it becomes unpleasant and treacherous, so these days I will take any warmish weather as an order from above that I should strap on my walking feet and get out there.

Today was no exception, and I itched through my history notes all afternoon, just waiting for the last page so I could hop out of here. I took myself shopping and spent some (as yet unearned) money, but was so good at restraining myself. A little pre-Christmas-exam-period treat never hurt anybody. There is nothing like wandering the streets at rush hour either; cute boys, smiling faces, good music in my ears. Really puts me in a great mood to study all night.

Oh but I have motivation, do I ever! J's party, which I'm just tickled pink about, and the fact that my mark on this exam probably won't change if I put in an extra 24 hours of study. Tomorrow there's the bookstore dinner, and then I will cram all weekend until Sunday night. Good plan, such a good plan.

So another brilliant day in Montreal, another intellectually stimulating afternoon, another brisk walk through my favourite streets, and another thing to look forward to. Life is damn good.