...in your car...

Shakira's new video is so hot, I can't decide if I want to be her or do her. In her honour, every day this week has seen me with Shakira-esque hair. The humidity has leveled off for a couple days which has made it possible to actually do the curl thing without ending up with the oh-so-familiar Persian 'fro.

Questions - Live 8? Do we go? Hmm.

6 days and counting from the Children's Lit exam. Partying it up in the Vic Quad surrounded by sun, birds, squirrels, trees and (in a few minutes) a babiepink girl.

In other news, last night saw an encounter with Captain Angry. Apparently, customers are very emotional about their books. One such irate man grew very angry at the fact that the store was closing last night before he found a book he wanted, and decided this was just cause for breaking through the glass window of our front door, keeping me an hour later than usual sweeping shards of glass from the sidewalk and cursing his name.

To the new cashier, who was on her first shift last night - the customers aren't always like this. Scouts honour.