back in black

well, back, in my pajamas. Sundays have slowly turned into catching-up-on-sleep, bacon-for-breakfast, pajama-wearing, homework-doing, and room-cleaning day. Not that I mind, there's nothing on tv anyways, and I used to find Sundays a wasted day. I've finished all the homework I wanted to do or that I could do today. I have yet to buy 2 more textbooks, I've been waiting for this girl who took my marketing class last year to get back to me on selling her textbook, but I've been waiting for her to reply to me for already, about a week and a half, so I'm going to see if I can find the book used at Archives tomorrow, and then if this girl decides to reply to me, I'll tell her too bad so sad, you're in business...these are not good public relations, no matter how busy you are. It takes 5 minutes to call me back or e-mail me. Frig. I have a quiz for that course on Wednesday, making getting this textbook imperative. The only time I really have to study for this quiz is monday night, so I need to get the textbook tomorrow during the day.

I had a dream last night where Bill Blaikie was in my kitchen. My family, including myself, were all in our pj's still. I think this means I have to vote NDP, lol.

And I have tons o' shit going on right now, so you may not get another entry for awhile...so many concerts and outings, homework assignments and quizzes and midterms...Eek.

Love, Nicole