My letter to Dawn

Hello there Dawn!

I need pens... yes. Wow, pens is only one letter – I’m tired.

I am super busy and am going to be reaching the limit of too much stuff for my brain to do at once and too many things to work on in a matter of hours. Not fun.

Of course the problem might be that I’ve gone to two rounds of basketball this weekend but it was a tonne of fun. I really should have just joined a band as a tambourine player right out of high school. That would have been a very successful career choice, don’t you think?

So, I wore the pants basically everyday that I had them. The only exceptions were my disgusting lab Tuesday and some weekend days where I only wore my PCVS trackies.

I can’t really believe I’m writing this now but if I don’t write it now I probably just won’t because I will get so busy. As it is it’s going to be hard to make myself stand in line at the post office on Monday to send this off but I’ll do it!

The pants sat beside Mr. Lively six times and occasionally exchanged little pant kisses with his jeans. The pants sat on bleachers for eight hours and the bum in them was rather sore after that time. The pants wrote a microbiology midterm and a cognitive science midterm. The pants went with me to a “lunch with a friend” that said friend wanted to be a date and there was much awkwardness. The pants have written two organic chemistry lab reports and done one geophysics assignment. The pants have flirted with Americans, lesbian, hockey players and destiny (that last because it sounds epic.) The pants have watched “The Holiday” twice. The pants remember the fifth and the eleventh of November. The pants tripped at unfortunate moments. The pants dropped a cow bell from the top of the bleachers to the floor. The pants lived in a basement.

I lost something.... in your pants.
I studied something.... in your pants.
I learned something new.... in your pants.
I performed a random act of kindness.... in your pants.
I caused a reaction.... in your pants.
I implied that I would do sexual favours.... in your pants.
I learned about ground penetrating radar.... in your pants.
I sat on a stick.... in your pants.
I experienced Explosion Wednesday.... in your pants.

I think that’s enough “.... in your pants” jokes. I could probably do a bunch of “that’s what she said” jokes too but I won’t.

Wait! One more! I worked my hand on the stick shift in your pants!

Okay, that’s got to be it.

Can I just say that writing this letter feels rather repetitive as I have already sent you a letter this year which you haven’t responded to yet (as in, at this moment I have not received a response). Do you recall how many letter we sent back and forth last year? I was in university last year but I made the time to write to you whenever I got a letter. You better not make this long wait thing a habit! I will get frustrated.

Hmm... what would I have written on the pants?

Can I say that I’m really impressed with the quality of the pants? Even though I wore them basically every day they never stretched out of shape or bagged and even though I and the tallest of the four they were still adequately long... awesome.

It’s late now and I want to read fanfiction and then go to bed, as per my normal routine. I’m too tired for my brain to think of awesome things.

How about a sneak peek at my latest work of fiction??

Amy moaned with the first brush of his tongue against hers and revelled in the press of his body on hers, the strong grip of his hands on her wrists and the sheer presence of him so close to her. Sensing that she was no longer going to raise any protests he softened his grip on her wrists and let his hands travel down the curves of her body, one of them finding a hold in her disordered hair while the other wound around her waist in an attempt to pull their bodies even closer together.

That’s all you get for now!!

I would write “There is no certainty, only opportunity” on the pants, in honour of November 5th and because it’s true and we need to make use of the many opportunities that are presented to us.

Wisdom addition complete!! Letter complete! Sleep about to commence!

Enjoy the pants. Wear them well.

Much love,

Dina