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Good evening ladies,

Oh dear, it really is this week isn’t it? I really shouldn’t be writing this should I?

Life is stressful. Yes, it is.

Today is a Monday and that kind of sucks. Like most Mondays, today was a day that should have sunk into the weekend but instead had to full out declare itself a member of the working week. Not cool.

This morning I handed in the first of many things to be handed in this week when I entered my geophysics class. Surprise of the day in that class was that the guy who plays the bass drum with the band and who had surprised me at the basketball games by making Eddie Izzard references is in my class! Whoa! How did I not notice before?

(The reference that was made was about hot and cold water and mice. Check it out.)

My new favourite sandwich from Tim Horton’s in the BLT. It’s been around forever but I hadn’t actually eaten one until Saturday and they are delicious. That is all.

Organic chemistry is looking brighter now, not because it’s any less difficult, but because we now have the light on full in the room so it looks less like a bottomless pit of despair and more like a classroom. Unfortunately, Mr. Lively was either sick today or has dropped the class so I did not get to enjoy his company. It kind of figures that the day the pants leave me is the day my daily dose of smiles does, too, and that the day that both of these things happen is on the Monday that rudely begins my week of hell.

Angst, angst, angst.

Microbiology started with an advert for a dance going on this Friday that has a Phantom of the Opera theme. It makes me super happy that they even have this going on but at the same time a little sad that it’s not on a different weekend. As awesome as attending a Phantom of the Opera ball would be-

DEATHLY HALLOWS!

Yeah, that pretty much sums it up.

I think I totally nailed another social psychology test today so that’s good. Hopefully the same can be said about the paper that I have yet to write for that class.

Ooo! More on organic chemistry! I went up to my professor, who is renown throughout the land as being one of the hottest professors, and asked about one of the questions for my lab tomorrow. She looked through my lab book to see what questions I had answered before saying “Well, it’s related to the last question so you should follow that”. She knew I had not answered the last question. I have no idea what the answer to that last question is.

%^*&%@^*!

I just realized I’ve been spelling “whoa” wrong my entire life. Learning…

I’m going to go stick my nose in a textbook now. Enjoy your lives in the fresh air. I think I’ve forgotten what it tastes like. Could I be any most annoyingly self-absorbed? Maybe if I had a vampire boyfriend…

Much love,

Dina

P.S. The pants are now on route to Dawn. I will be posting my letter to her and the details of my pants related activities contained therein when she types it up for me. :)