Yay, the bookstore took my Huge Expensive Book I Will Get Free back, although I paid a penalty of 10% for bunging up the cover. But that beats having to accept buy-back prices for it. I promptly spent my ill-gotten gains on completely frivolous book purchases instead of saving them for the extra textbook I'll need for biology. Tra la. I got a moomin book, a book of bad advice from a defensive lesbian stand-up comic, a book about homeschooling, and a book about how to get through nursing school. My reading habits are so random. The book about homeschooling is not a hint that I'm pregnant. I expect it to be completely irrelevent to my life for the indefinite future. The nursing school book is also not a hint that I want to be a nurse. There just aren't any books about pharmacy school, but there are several awesome nursing school books with good general advice for being in a demanding healthcare school with clinical practicums and with a majority female student body. Yo. But I spend a lot of time saying "no, no, I'm not going to nursing school" when I read them in public view.

Swimming lesson today! I am vaguely paranoid that I signed up for the wrong level, but probably not. It says you should be able to do breast stroke, back crawl, and front crawl and I can't crawl, it's of a `sprawl and gasp' really. But then it also says you should be able to swim for 25m and I can swim for a mile if I have some oatmeal first, so I think it will be just fine.

Changing my name is going to be so confusing for the next year. (A) I have to remember I have a different name from the one I've had for the last 23 years, and (B) I have to remember which name to use where. I'm not changing it for school purposes until next year because my student loan app is in my previous name and god help me there's enough retarded paperwork involved there already. But I am changing it on my BCID immediately since I have to get a new one. I haven't decided what to do about bank accounts, since I'm liable to need to deposit cheques for Brooke A and for Brooke L. Both of which I am entitled to use, but only one of which can be the account name at any one time. Oy! I think I'll change my name on the joint account and wait a while for my own account. Hrmm, and a new signature. I just tried it and my handwriting morphed in to a bizarre scrawl. Maybe boy has such untidy handwriting out of despair at having to sign such an unwieldily long name. Except his brother has like, architect handwriting so that's no use. I should just steal his brother's signature, he's also a B. L. Damn, if only I had followed proper elementary school procedure and written Mrs. Brooke L___ with hearts and flowers on my binder 800 times in math class, then I wouldn't be in this mess. Who knew doodling about robots instead would hurt me in the end? Then again the robot doodles came in handy when boy needed robots on his casts.

He's at the hospital right this minute getting new casts (probably.) Hopefully fibreglass so he can stop leaving plaster all over everything, although I must admit that is was fun to realize last night that he was basically a big sidewalk chalk. Extra unrealistic hoping: that he gets a cast that he can get wet. That would make everything so much better. He has been counting the minutes until this appointment since he'd have a chance to wash his arm for the first time in two weeks.

Bike camping this weekend! That'll be awesome. I was so sad when I realized that boy and I wouldn't be able to go backpacking.