YAY-NESS!!!!!!!

So, today I went to the Festival of Friends. Now, I had thought it was last weekend, but it was actually THIS weekend. It was considerably better than last year, although the foot stalls looked boring - mostly fried stuff with a Greek stall squeezed in. I was hoping there would be a stall that sold roti. I love a good chicken roti.

Anyways. I took $5 with me, but didn't spend it because the stuff I got was more than $5. I got a kickass necklace - a green and black striped heart made out of glass on a black cord - and a Led Zeppelin t-shirt. I think the necklace was $15, and the t-shirt was $25 - which is pretty inexpensive, considering that if I'd bought it at the mall it would've cost somewhere between $30 and $50. I must take a photo of my Zeppelin t-shirt. It's awesome! It has the angel dude on it in full colour (the other ones with the angel were only white outlines) and the four symbols. I'll have to wash it when Dad's done his laundry.

The music was good, too. A chick was singing when we arrived, and then it was a guy singing metal-ish stuff. We were going to stay to see a bunch of guitarists try to break the world record for the number of guitarists playing 'Smoke on the Water', but it had started raining. I'd love to go back tomorrow if the weather's okay, because Leon Redbone is playing in the evening! Tonight's music is David Wilcox and Kim Mitchell, but Mom said we couldn't leave the dogs in their crates that long. But I'd love to see Leon Redbone tomorrow night if I can. I'd probably take knitting :)

This is ridiculous.

I'm so mad at Erica. I wanted to go shopping with just her and Holly, and she pretty much extended the invitation to some of her friends. Even worse, she didn't use the 'Bcc' tool in her e-mail invitation, so her friends now have my e-mail. Nice, huh?

But here's the best part - I told her that I can't commit to the dates she suggested, the 26th and 27th, because my dad works on the 26th and his holidays start on the 27th, so we might be out of the city. Who knows - we might even visit my sister during his holidays. So she says I could take the bus to the mall on the 26th. I told her I wasn't comfortable with that - after all, I've never taken the bus anywhere. She says, "Yes? No? Bus?" I think I told her that I couldn't commit to those dates once more, or something like that, she she said "Mmmhmm."

Does she think I'm just gonna accommodate her social life and put everything else on hold? It doesn't work like that. I think she's got a lot of nerve to do this - extend the invitation, say that I could bus down to the mall...

This is driving me nuts. First she was flip-flopping on whether or not she could make it to the Festival of Friends, and now she's pulling this stunt. I've tried. The gods know I've tried. I would send her an e-mail and not hear back from her. I thought she was a best friend, not a complete... well, you get the idea.

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.

Back from the festival!

And I only spent $3! On a wooden ring! It's black with pink flowers, and it's quite pretty. I'll have to take a photo of it sometime.

My mom and I also got six buttons from a social justice tent. They're pretty awesome. I got one with a Nelson Mandela quote and one with a Rosa Parks quote.

But when we got funnel cakes, they were more like 'elephant ears'. And I don't mean the actual ears of elephants! I mean friend dough! I had icing sugar and whipped cream on mine, my mom had cinnamon sugar on hers and my dad had maple syrup and brown sugar on his. They were still good, but not exactly what we had anticipated, because we've had a proper funnel cake before. I can't remember where we got one, though...

It was raining on and off. The fella who directed us to a spot and took the $6 parking fee told us a psychiatrist joke: How many psychiatrists does it take to change a lightbulb? One - but only if the lightbulb really wants to change!

Before we started looking at the tents, Mom took a photo of some pretty flowers, then Dad went back to the car to get his sunglasses (I, as usual, forgot mine). While we waited for him to come back, Mom took two photos of a squirrel in a tree eating a potato chip.

Holly didn't e-mail me about going to the festival, so she was probably too busy. The festival wasn't that fabulous anyway - it used to be so much better, from what my parents told me. And it was raining, so it wouldn't have been much fun for Holly.

Post #101!

It's hard to believe that my last post was #100!

I'm annoyed for two reasons. First, the judges on America's Got Talent sent David home! He doesn't even qualify for the wild card spot! :( I'm still not sure who I'll vote for for the wild card spot, because I like Victoria the contortionist, and Kyle, and the other fella... I've lost his name, but he's the man who had a car accident and wasn't able to sing for 11 years.

My second reason for being annoyed is a simple, five-letter name: Erica. First we were trying to get together on Tuesday, but I thought my dad was going to work overtime so I told her and Holly that Tuesday wasn't a good day. Erica wanted to know why we couldn't take the bus. So, later on in a string of e-mails, she suggests Saturday. So I suggest the Festival of Friends, which is a late summer festival where craftspeople sell jewelry, clothing and other great stuff - sometimes musical intruments like pan flutes and ocarinas. But Erica wanted to do both - go shopping AND go to the festival. Then she tells me later that Saturday isn't a good day for her.

I'm not mad at Holly. She wanted to go, but she's so busy this weekend, so I'm not sure if she can come with my parents and I. I totally understand if she can't come, because she's preparing for university.

I think that Erica just wants to hang out with her boyfriend and her new friends that she most likely met through her boyfriend. Whatever the reason, she's being a prat about this planning. At least when Holly hasn't replied to an e-mail in a while, she apologizes. Erica just doesn't seem to bother.