Postage, evenings and Tuesdays

Hello there ladies!

There has been a lack of postage on here and I blame it mostly on midterms but also partially on actual postage.

Midterms are finished for this week! Huzzah! I think I aced my Microbio midterm hardcore! I was done in 15 minutes flat and it all felt pretty fantastic! Writing out all your notes works wonders as a studying method, just saying.

“Just saying” seems to be a big thing right now. Have you noticed? I certainly have! During our conversation last night it was said at least five times. I think “just saying” is the next “I’m not gonna lie” and I’m already over it. I can’t wait until Mary (I chose the first biblical name I could think of) gets a hold of this one! Reading that last sentence over again may or may not cause me to die in a waft of my own sarcasm. I am unsure.

On the subject of postage, the pants were supposed to have arrived in Waterloo today and they very well may have but I wouldn’t know if they had because the roommates have not checked the mail and I am not trusted to lay my fingers on the mail key. Of all the things that are regimented in strange ways in this house I could not believe that. Only the one person is allowed to possess the postage key. I look like a bad house-elf right now. Picture it. Therefore I must apologize to Valerie because I am unable to report on whether the pants did, in fact, arrive within two day. I am not a fan of red tape.

Now what should I talk about?

Some relatives of my roommates, who I think are from Mexico (the relatives, that is, because I already know that the roommates are Mexican), have just today discovered Skype and the roommates are talking to them very loudly in Spanish as they sit in the kitchen above my head. I am laying on my bed with my laptop on my thighs staring at the ceiling which seems to oscillate to a disturbing degree with each footstep and loud Spanish explanation as my cup of Earl Grey tea cool on my bedside table, its aroma washing over me….

It’s a pretty regular evening.

Speaking of evenings, Tuesday evening I always go to watch queer movies with the university’s equivalent of the gay-straight alliance and this past Tuesday we watched Better Than Chocolate which was “a factory of awkward” but also incredibly cute and hilarious.

As funny as the movie was the best part about movie Tuesday isn’t usually the movie but the people who watch the movie. My favourite moment from this past week was when a guy walked into the room before the movie started and a girl ran up to him and gave him a huge hug which involved wrapping her legs around his waist and having them stay there while he carried her back to where she had been sitting. When someone else commented on having seen that “position” before the two both looked down between them, back up to each other and then at the person who commented and said “How does that work?”

I tend to laugh a lot on Tuesdays.

I think I have some more work to do now. There’s always more work. University sucks sometimes.

Hopefully I will get the pants tomorrow! If I do, you ladies will hear about it in short order!

Much love,

Dina