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In No Particular Order

This weekend I:

1. Read a book (The Birth House by Ami McKay).
2. Watched a movie. Well, half of Legends of the Fall, which I have never seen before, and am not sure yet what I think. I guess it depends on the ending.
3. Went to an NHL game. We lost in overtime; otherwise, the evening was great.
4. Baked cookies (for said NHL game).
5. Walked along the sunny waterfront in White Rock.
6. Ate celebratory pancakes made by my lovely roommate, Lynsey.
7. Was tricked by my mother (she put her sister on the phone & waited to see how long before I realized it wasn't her, as they sound nearly identical). We all laughed when I figured it out.
8. Laughed at something funny & slightly sketchy from the Bible. The phrase "Hill of Foreskins" is just so awkward.
9. Ate Italian food. Love the bread with oil & vinegar at La Notte.
10. Went to church, and even made the early service.
11. Met someone new.
12. Thought about something in a different light.
13. Talked about my feelings.
{ed. note: I reached a point yesterday where I became tired of girl-ishness, with its feelings and emotions and overthinking. What I wouldn't give for some good guy friends, for whom a good time is eating food and playing video games and not talking about their inner lives.}
14. Slept well.

Comments

keepfishing said…
This weekend, I spent 24 hours hours working in the same room at uni on a project. There was a short intermisison to return home and sleep, but successive departures of 3:30 am and 3:50am were not fun. I'm jealous of your weekend.

And you wanna play video games? Lets hook up! But not in that way :)
It's My DLu! said…
you should come to calgs. we'll all go out for wings and beer and burp a lot.

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