Spring has sprung

Its definitely spring. I love McGill and Montreal in the springtime: everyone so happy that winter is over that they break out their spring clothes, even though its still below zero (only just!). Sandals and skirts, sitting on the wall that runs by the library, the arts steps, and people all seem to be smiling.

Yesterday I sprang out of the door at four thirty and danced my way to school, handed in my last McGill paper EVER and practically skipped down the stairs to go home. I decided on the way that I wanted some chocolate, detoured to Dollarama, and on my way home (to my pleasant surprise) was accosted by the man, heading to my building to pick something up from a friend. Long story short I got a spontaneous two-hour date and got to show him my place. It was a lovely cap to a great evening.

After I got home from the bar last night I chipped my tooth while eating, it takes a special kind of stupid. When I told Jess at work that my face hurt, she responded with, "I know! It's killing me!" The joke never got old, four hours later she was still saying it.

Walking home, I saw Roomie having a smoke by the library, and in the spirit of the season I sat myself down to say hello. When I left, it occurred to me just how fast I got over the bad boy thing. Why did I ever want to date someone like that? I have no idea what came over me, but its gone. I am so happy that my current beau is sweet and kind and all those warm fuzzy things that end up with him and I cuddling on a Monday afternoon. Not just that, but the fact that he makes sure I know that he wants to be there too. I've said it before, its a lovely cap to my year.