Oh, my. I believe I promised a "real" post for yesterday... You'll have to forgive me for not making good on that promise until now. Things have been so hectic this past week. And they show no sign of slowing down!

First, my excuse for not posting yesterday: six hour Dante class! WOW! We went from 2 to 8 p.m. and we still didn't discuss everything we were supposed to get through! After class, I went for a drink with my prof and Joanna, one of the other girls in my class. And then I missed my bus. I thought it ran every half hour. Nope. Not at that time of day. It runs every hour. When it finally came, I decided to just wait another five minutes for the bus that actually drops me off in front of my building. I got in at 10:30 and had to prioritize (See! I can do it!!) Homework/returning phone calls/catching up with my friend Michelle had to take precedence of a blog.

Now that that's out of the way, this will be my last blog for at least the weekend, as I'm going to visit my little sister in Toronto. We're planning to be in attendance at an anti-war rally on Saturday. Don't worry. I'll keep myself out of jail. I'm not violent and, more importantly, I'm not an idiot. I use my head. We're only going to be there for an hour, anyway.

I'm really looking forward to hanging out with my sister, my amiga Kerri, and family friends Randy (who's really like an older brother) and Emily.

The only bad thing about about going away for the weekend--besides the fact that the homework I'll tackle will be depressingly close to nil, thus making for an even more stressful week coming up!--is that I'll be missing the Fantasia Party, benefitting the Women's Issues Network's production of the Vagina Monologues. Ah, well. I can get a free makeover while looking at clothes and sex toys and bonding with other females another time. I get to do bonding of a different sort instead. And I'm more than content with that! : )

Ooooh! Excitement of all excitements! Well, for me, anyway. I suppose no one else cares. Anywho, I talked to Mr Mature tonight. For the first time in a week and a half. We spoke for an hour and a half--a great time was had by all. I feel rather sheepish; I think I over-analyzed our last two conversations and had myself worried over nothing. But I'm digressing... The reason why I haven't heard from him in a week and a half? A week ago this past Monday was his last day off! He's worked every day since, averaging ten hours a day! Poor guy! But at least he's earning a living. I feel so much better knowing what's going on. Even the most confident female has her moments of doubt.

And now this confident female must have a moment of sleep--a seven hour extended moment, that is!

Buon notte, ragazzi. Alla settimana prossima.