mr_dave gets home tomorrow from Peace River! Hurray! Usually when we're apart for days at a time it's because I've buggered off somewhere, not the other way around.
I had a pretty awesome weekend, despite my complete inability to extricate myself from social situations when I know I should be doing useful things like studying. Fortunately, my three midterms this week are on Thursday and Friday, and my assignment is due Friday.
So, today I called Nettwerk (Barenaked Ladies' management company) to see what the hell happened to the hoodie I ordered at the same time as the pre-order for the new CD which never came. This is the hoodie I wanted:
Turns out they have none of this hoodie in anything smaller than XL (I wanted a large, which their site still says they have: lies). So the guy (Lex, who was fun to talk to) tells me he can either refund me the 40$, or he can send me an XL with extra "schwag" to make up for it not being the right size. I debate for a little bit, since the large really does fit just right, but I can't resist the lure of free schwag. So hopefully it's not too terribly big, or perhaps I can shrink it a little when it arrives.
Why, you may ask, do I know that the large fits just right? Well, funny story. I already have one of this hoodie, in a large. However, I need a new one. I'd been thinking this for quite some time, as the black of the material was fading a little and the pocket was growing holes at the corners. One event pushed this decision firmly into "needed" territory.
My sister lit it on fire.
Well, not really. She and her friend had a candle lit on the computer desk, and then they wanted to use the living room table, where my hoodie was sitting. So her friend tossed my hoodie onto the computer chair, which swivels. Five minutes later my mom walks into the house and says, "What are you two burning?" The two girls gasp, and spin around. My hoodie is on fire.
So when I get home later, they show me the hoodie, with a burn hole right in the point of the hood. It's actually not too bad, I can still wear it. It just progressed from a little bit shabby to very shabby with a fun story.
And now I've a shiny new one coming! Whee!
Speaking of Barenaked Ladies, that fourth spot I had open in my cabin? Is back open again. Both calixte and the other guy can't go. So, if you're interested, please, let me know!
I think now I'll go make nachos, then write out the letter of complaint I've decided to write to the general manager and the executive of the SU.
I had a pretty awesome weekend, despite my complete inability to extricate myself from social situations when I know I should be doing useful things like studying. Fortunately, my three midterms this week are on Thursday and Friday, and my assignment is due Friday.
So, today I called Nettwerk (Barenaked Ladies' management company) to see what the hell happened to the hoodie I ordered at the same time as the pre-order for the new CD which never came. This is the hoodie I wanted:
Turns out they have none of this hoodie in anything smaller than XL (I wanted a large, which their site still says they have: lies). So the guy (Lex, who was fun to talk to) tells me he can either refund me the 40$, or he can send me an XL with extra "schwag" to make up for it not being the right size. I debate for a little bit, since the large really does fit just right, but I can't resist the lure of free schwag. So hopefully it's not too terribly big, or perhaps I can shrink it a little when it arrives.
Why, you may ask, do I know that the large fits just right? Well, funny story. I already have one of this hoodie, in a large. However, I need a new one. I'd been thinking this for quite some time, as the black of the material was fading a little and the pocket was growing holes at the corners. One event pushed this decision firmly into "needed" territory.
My sister lit it on fire.
Well, not really. She and her friend had a candle lit on the computer desk, and then they wanted to use the living room table, where my hoodie was sitting. So her friend tossed my hoodie onto the computer chair, which swivels. Five minutes later my mom walks into the house and says, "What are you two burning?" The two girls gasp, and spin around. My hoodie is on fire.
So when I get home later, they show me the hoodie, with a burn hole right in the point of the hood. It's actually not too bad, I can still wear it. It just progressed from a little bit shabby to very shabby with a fun story.
And now I've a shiny new one coming! Whee!
Speaking of Barenaked Ladies, that fourth spot I had open in my cabin? Is back open again. Both calixte and the other guy can't go. So, if you're interested, please, let me know!
I think now I'll go make nachos, then write out the letter of complaint I've decided to write to the general manager and the executive of the SU.
So is boob smother.