After Hours

I've had an immensely uneventful weekend. I had a date with LeeAnne, and I must say it was probably the social highlight of my semester thus far. We saw Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist, which was very cute but then again i'm a little bit in love with Michael Cera so don't be angry with me if you hated it, or will hate it once you see it.

It is such a rainy Saturday today, I love it. It's just like a real Oregon October. Except we're in smelly old Probo.

Really, you should all be happy I had such a lame weekend, because it has yielded many a blog. It was a blog yielding weekend.

I crave french toast. Too bad I already had chocolate. And its almost one in the morning, my oh my what a little night owl I have become. I have fidgety dreams at night, it gets quite hot in my little bedroom but I was too scared to open a window last night because all of my roommates are gone this weekend and I'm in the apartment all by my lonesome.

Would you like to hear an intricate detail of my past? Well here you go. In eighth grade there was a very strange boy in all of my classes. We'll call him Colin, because that was his name. He told us to call him Rage, and so we did. Then he proceeded to draw a picture of me as a monster. I had a tripod body with a weird head. Cute.

Well, french toast here i come. Sorry for this boring little note, I'll try to spice up my life a little for next time.