Mondays suck the big one.

I spent Friday evening with Erik and his nutty cousins Thyson and Nichole, and her dog-on-speed (hence the name) Diesel (the miniature Doberman Pincer nicknamed Schnitzel by Thyson, shortened to Schnitz by Nichole, and bastardized into Schnitzy by me). While waiting for Nichole we watched the Two Towers (but sadly it was full screen because it was on tv) and Thyson convinced me to try his Nitwit Juice (Ring Berry Ale). It was berry flavoured and came in a big brown jug – boy was it tasty! Much better then that Guinness-soy-sauce crap we still have at home. Nichole arrived and we went to Pickering to the suckiest craft show ever! It wasn’t even really a show, just one vendor with a whole lot of stuff, and they charged us $5 each to get in! I didn’t buy anything (big surprise), but Erik bought a fake tree to decorate that night (after much argu - I mean discussion with Nichole….Aries + Aries = trouble!) So Erik pulled out his Christmas crap, put on the Mini-pops Christmas tape (big surprise) and we smothered the tree in lights and decorations more sentimental then attractive. It still didn’t put me in the jolly mood. I think my Christmas spirit flew away. We started a bunch of movies but they all sucked (Gigli = boredom + confusion, Luke + Kate = Alex + Emma = ya lost me after the opening credits, and Rogers porn = lame, lame, lame). And even less entertaining was the lightly done, extra sauce/cheese pizza soup we needed spoons to eat.

Saturday I cleaned my room and the kitchen, and did some laundry, including an experiment on my duvet with the label reading: under no circumstances should you try to wash this garment yourself. Apparently (according to my mom, and I believe everything she tells me, even if she forgets what she’s said) the only real problem with washing it yourself is making sure all the feathers inside are completely dry, or you’ll end up growing mould. Ewe. Two hours and $4 later, I think it’s dry! Later that night 3QF converged and went to D-Cock’s (birthday) party. It was packed full of people we didn’t know, so being the social-retards we are, we mostly talked to each other. When we left you could actually see the stars, a rarity in T.O.!

Sunday I spent with my mom being lazy and drinking coffee. I’m attempting to knit a scarf with (gasp) a pattern on it, so she helped me start it. Then I went home, finished Arrested Development (which decidedly kicks ass!) and started Queer as Folk (UK). As an end to my “spectacular” weekend, I’ve discovered that the last ½ hour of the first disc is f*cked, so now I have to take it back where I will most certainly NOT get a replacement, as I bought it used. At least my new Robbie Williams DVD was shipped from Amazon today, so I should have it by the end of the week.

Over and out.