Dangerous fruit snack assumptions

I bought two of the above EDO Packs, figuring, hey, why not consume some vitamin C with my snack? Haha...yeah. These gummies contained 0% of everything except Total Carbohydrate. Not an ounce of nutrition in all their glucose syrup, gelling agent, emulsifier ("SQRBITOL") filled bodies. Although it's not like an individual fruit snack could contain an ounce of anything seeing as how the entire package contains 0.98 oz, but anyway...at least they were sweet & tasty. And made my fingers smell like fruit-scented candles.

I also took a picture of my shoes, for no other reason than my hands contained a camera while I happened to look at the floor.

In Economics of the Family I learned how Adam Smith's and David Ricardo's international trade theories explain people's decisions to marry. Absolute and comparative advantages: not just for trading corn and tissues!

Then--disappointment in Financial Economics. Even though we hadn't had the class in two weeks, we didn't have our usual twenty minute update on the financial crisis :( Nothing about the approval of the bailout plan, nothing about Iceland...just five minutes on China's plan to reform its buying on margin and short selling policies.

After class I hung out around the canteen until dinner, convincing people to join us on our Sunday trip to Lamma Island. Mentioning seafood eliminated hesitation fairly easily.

After dinner I thought I'd be seeing the dance show at 7:30. We saw the dancers practicing (apparently they'd been practicing last night until 4 a.m. or some such ridiculous hour), but when 7:50 rolled around we finally learned that the show's tomorrow night. The same night as the hot pot dinner I won't be able to attend because I thought Thursday was Friday so actually I have class until 7:30 and even if I wanted to come for 1/2 hour and pay 10HKD to eat leftovers, I have fencing. So. One day there'll be a hostel event I'll be around for.

After (sorry for beginning three paragraphs in a row with the same word) learning there wouldn't be a dance show I joined some friends for ping-pong while listening to guitar music. I'm horrible. But it's so much fun!

And speaking of ping-pong, two representatives from the hostel sports something-or-other just stopped by to ask if I wanted to join the the "pi--" smack "table-tennis competition" (okay, so actually the one guy jokingly smacking the other upside the head didn't make a noise, but I needed to represent this action somehow because I found it amusing. Even if I don't even know the difference between ping-pong and table-tennis.) or badminton or squash. Seeing as how I'm horrendous at the first two/don't know all the rules and don't even know what a squash racquet looks like (is it even called a racquet?) I declined. But I'll cheer! Hall E, Hall E!