I went rock climbing for the first time today. This exercise is surprisingly intense, especially for the forearms. I must have relied on my arms too much while ascending; I later heard that we are supposed to propel our bodies upwards with our legs and to mainly use our arms for stability. Kudos to Macy for her second time doing rock climbing: you were the best out of all of us!

Two kids got wasted tonight on my floor. The guy only puked a bit and wasn't in a bad shape; I put him to bed after he finished throwing up. The girl, however, was another story. She was almost unconscious and got puke all over her pants and hair. Apparently, the girl who got her drunk, also from our floor, was still out with some other guy. This reminds me of what happened two years ago in Gord's apartment all too clearly, when a few shots of vodka mixed with wine were the final straw that broke the camel's back. Nevertheless, I don't think university life would be complete without getting totally wasted at least once, as long as you have friends who know what they're doing and are there to take care of you. It's all part of the experience.