I was able to fix my dig­i­tal cam­era on my own, with the help of Tom’s spe­cial set of screw­drivers. That saves me from hav­ing to go down­town and spend­ing mon­ey on a such a sim­ple prob­lem. The lens cap was jammed and sim­ply need­ed to be nudged into place.

I’ve been invit­ed to two par­ties, one to cel­e­brate Ryan’s depar­ture to UT, and one at Sheri’s to cel­e­brate Christine and Emily mov­ing into the apartment/Emily’s birthday/the launch of BitterBuffalo.com. If I actu­al­ly knew who the fuck Ryan, or even Darryl, the host, was, I might con­sid­er show­ing up to the for­mer. As for Sheri’s par­ty, I haven’t had a chance to be at her place yet, so I’m def­i­nite­ly look­ing for­ward to check­ing out the liv­ing arrange­ments and hang­ing out with a great bunch of Carleton peo­ple. It’s fun­ny that I found Emily’s page through poeticgeek.net, which I found through some­one else’s page, which I found search­ing google regard­ing site sta­tis­tics. I would­n’t have thought any­thing of it had I not rec­og­nized Em from the Clocktower Pub, cel­e­brat­ing Sheri, Tom, Marc and Matt’s birth­days.

Unfortunately, I missed Pat’s bar­be­cue last week, but with every­one end­ing their sum­mer jobs and their co-op terms, there should be a flour­ish of gath­er­ings com­ing up. Hopefully the job search will be eas­i­er when every­one is going back to school.