My week from Hell is almost over, but it's sure not getting here fast enough. 7 assignments down, one more to go! I just have to write a film synopsis for Amelie, and I'll be dancing.

In other news, I made meatloaf for dinner. April has a tutoring appointment with the most annoying girl EVER, so I said I'd make dinner so we could eat when she gets back and then commence the rest of our night [synopsis, the bank, grocery store, and packing]. Now, most people who know me know I don't like beef. I don't like it, per se, I just don't lurrrve it. I like it in [certain] things, and my mom's meatloaf is one of them. And it was really more of a "I want to make a meatloaf" as opposed to "I want eat a meatloaf". But it'll make April happy, seeing as she adores moo meat. Although she may not like the fact that I made it with condensed tomato soup instead of ketchup, but she can shove up her ass. It's my meatloaf, and I'll make it the way I was taught, dammit!

I shall be gone to the weekend, to the dirty city of Oshawa [or the Schwa, as the yokels call it] until Monday aftertoon. Saturday shall be spent at the mall, searching for appropriate field work clothing. And maybe Blue Rodeo's new DVD, if I can convince April to go to HMV.

So I shall be back on Monday, armed with [hopefully] more interesting posts. Unless you really enjoyed my meatloaf post, and I can tell you all about the time I made muffins that sort of exploded in the poor toaster oven...