My random walk theory of life has recently been challenged. I should clarify that my random walk has momentum and trajectory. It says the direction you go in is important but abberations should be expected. I am satisfied with the trajectory I am in though some of the abberations are hard to deal with. 2nd year ended with a gust of stressors. Much unlike the end of the first, I was dying to leave Kingston. My wish was realized when I was thrown into the second highest floor of Brookfield place only 72 hours after my last exam. All settled in now, the abberations have indeed reverted. Living at woodsworth residence is a delight. I am a 10 minute bike ride from work and surrounded by the nicest stores and restaurants (Bloor Street is the 20th highest grossing shopping district per square feet apparently). The U of T residence effectively turns into a Queen's residence, just a couple of notches nicer (with almost floor to ceiling windows and a almost-full kitchen). Here's the last week of my life in pictures:

I've very recently started getting the hang of making the leaf.