I bet it's because of leaves drying up. Jerks.
So, my wonderful sister is coming up tomorrow, according to Mom, so we have to do some serious cleaning today. I'm thinkin', after Mom watches EastEnders, we'll put some Meatloaf on the stereo and start cleaning.
Youth group was weird last night. I had to go with Stephen and Laura to Laura's house to pick up some boxes, because Stephen couldn't go with Laura alone because of church regulations, so I went with them. And Laura said she needed to add me to her Facebook friends, so I'll add her sometime soon.
After we got the boxes from Laura's house, we got back into Stephen's car and this Billy Talent song was playing on the radio. HE LISTENS TO BILLY TALENT OH NOES. And Laura was like, "My mom hates this song, she says it's morbid." And I think Stephen sang along. DID NOT NEED TO HEAR THAT. Dad thinks I should tell Stephen that Billy Talent makes you sterile, lol.
The reason why we needed the boxes was because we were decorating them for a potluck fundraiser thing next week that some folks from Coming of Age are doing, which I can't go to because of family stuff, so I need to stay home. And it got nuts. People were crowding around the box that I was trying to decorate, and when I tried to help paper the other box, I felt I wasn't wanted/needed, so I walked out because people were being jerks. Then Riley came and asked where everybody was, so I directed him to the room where people were decorating boxes. It went a little better from there, but I still felt like the black sheep in the herd of perfect white sheep. Grr.
So, today will be a cleaning day. And then tomorrow Katie's coming, and hopefully we'll order Japanese take-out from the new sushi place that delivers. Katie would love that. I also need to start the duplicate stitching on my wristband.
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Thursday, October 8, 2009
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
I'm up this early?!
It is 7:15 AM. I'm normally not up this early. I usually get out of bed before 10:00 (Mom's rule). Anyway, I thought I might fill you in on what has happened recently.
I forgot to mention that on Saturday I picked up my CDs from the library. I've been listening to a couple of tracks off of Bob Dylan's Highway 61 Revisited, but I have not yet put in the soundtrack from The Song Remains The Same. I was tired last night - I think it was partly due to the weather. I also had a headache, and for a bit I had aching wrists (probably from too much knitting), and then aching ankles. Now my ankles are aching again. Yay.
At the library, my dad found a DVD entitled, EastEnders: The Slaters in Detention, and got it out for Mom.. It was really funny, with serious bits mixed in. I don't watch EastEnders as often as Mom does, but I like to watch it when there's an interesting story going on. I'm more of a Coronation Street nut, though. That reminds me... it's not on during the Olympics, and I don't think they're replaying in on Sunday mornings because of said Olympics. I'll have to check CBC's website to see if they've got the episodes online.
I chatted with Erica on MSN (okay, it's Windows Live Messenger now, but you get the idea) last night. She said that since the Festival of Friends didn't work out, would I like to go to the Peach Festival? She didn't know when it was, though, and when I asked her if she remembered what weekend it is, she said, "No. I already stated that." I didn't ask her why she couldn't come to the Festival of Friends (I didn't think to, and it would have been rude of me to ask), but she didn't even apologize. Nice, huh?
I'm not sure if I should knit a Christmas present for her. I intend to make washcloths for Holly, but if Erica's going to be like this, does she deserve a knitted gift?
I hope Max is home for Christmas. I can't remember when he's supposed to be coming back. Max, in case you don't know, used to go to my youth group. He's quite cute. He went away for a while and I can't remember when he went or when he's supposed to be back. I think he'll be home by December, though. If he is, maybe I'll make him a scarf or something... Or a hat.
I forgot to mention that on Saturday I picked up my CDs from the library. I've been listening to a couple of tracks off of Bob Dylan's Highway 61 Revisited, but I have not yet put in the soundtrack from The Song Remains The Same. I was tired last night - I think it was partly due to the weather. I also had a headache, and for a bit I had aching wrists (probably from too much knitting), and then aching ankles. Now my ankles are aching again. Yay.
At the library, my dad found a DVD entitled, EastEnders: The Slaters in Detention, and got it out for Mom.. It was really funny, with serious bits mixed in. I don't watch EastEnders as often as Mom does, but I like to watch it when there's an interesting story going on. I'm more of a Coronation Street nut, though. That reminds me... it's not on during the Olympics, and I don't think they're replaying in on Sunday mornings because of said Olympics. I'll have to check CBC's website to see if they've got the episodes online.
I chatted with Erica on MSN (okay, it's Windows Live Messenger now, but you get the idea) last night. She said that since the Festival of Friends didn't work out, would I like to go to the Peach Festival? She didn't know when it was, though, and when I asked her if she remembered what weekend it is, she said, "No. I already stated that." I didn't ask her why she couldn't come to the Festival of Friends (I didn't think to, and it would have been rude of me to ask), but she didn't even apologize. Nice, huh?
I'm not sure if I should knit a Christmas present for her. I intend to make washcloths for Holly, but if Erica's going to be like this, does she deserve a knitted gift?
I hope Max is home for Christmas. I can't remember when he's supposed to be coming back. Max, in case you don't know, used to go to my youth group. He's quite cute. He went away for a while and I can't remember when he went or when he's supposed to be back. I think he'll be home by December, though. If he is, maybe I'll make him a scarf or something... Or a hat.
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