My Own Private Ithaca

Hello, native shores, I'm back! The trip was fantastic, it's great to be home, but this entry isn't going to be about Greek stuff as I intend to do a more thorough account of that when I have access to the vacation pictures. My summer in Toronto has officially kicked off with my being hired for my summer job. After serving as a footsoldier in Big Oil's war against the planet, and time spent slinging smut for the sex industry, I have now decided to complete the trifecta of evil and become...a telemarketer. First shift starts on Thursday and apparently I have a day and a half to sell someone, anyone, a newspaper subscription, or I'm sent packing. Please, if I call your house, have a heart and fork over the credit card. I don't want to work in a Toronto porn store. They'll make me clean the viewing booths.

In other news, I've been revisiting my salad days as both a fledgling fangirl and a baby-dyke by watching the first season of Xena: Warrior Princess on DVD. Man, did they have a crappy costume/set budget. I also saw The Da Vinci Code, which has about as many gaping plot holes, albeit not *quite* as much thinly veiled homoeroticism. It's still there, though, enough to create in me a fervent fangirl love for Silas, everyone's favourite self-flagellating, Latin-speaking, robe-rocking, gun-toting, melanin-not-having, nun-whacking, keen-on-Jesus psycho monk. Perhaps because he reminds me of a young me. Minus the Latin, guns, sororicide, and plus some pigment, of course. But where is all the Silas slash? Chop, chop, internet!

Emily's birthday party was duly celebrated, with Jenga, malted beverages, a trip to a goth club, and, for me, a disastrous attempt to flirt with a hot pool player. He literally ran from me. Today I went to the zoo with my parents; we saw one tapir, two caracals, three giraffes, four orang-utans, and a whole mess of meerkats. Then my mom and I went to some Trinity College graduation functions; I received a small academic award and we both ate strawberry tarts at the reception. My mom was knocking back the champagne like it was Kool-Aid, but I have yet to acquire the taste. Tomorrow, Convocation! Robes, Latin (no Silas), and the end of my undergraduate career.