Oh what a beautiful day!

What a great weekend! I had so much fun and again, I can't stop smiling! Except for the part when my younger brother locked me out of the house for an hour Saturday morning (for no other reason than to piss me off), it was a really good weekend. Let's see if I can recall it all while listening to my Ella Enchanted soundtrack.

The trip home was uneventful. Nothing much happened Friday night - I watched a History of Violence with my parents (although I had to excuse myself from the very graphic sex scenes - some things I just cannot tolerate watching with my parents present!). The movie has no real plot, and aside from Viggo Mortensen kicking a lot of people's asses, there's no real reason to watch the film. And then I watched the end of Diary of a Mad Black Woman. I love that movie, probably because at its core, it's basically a romance and it's pretty dang funny. I will say that it contains the sweetest marriage proposal that I have ever seen.

Saturday, I managed to finish my book, Jane Austen's Northanger Abbey. It was surprisingly refreshing - a lot of satire and wit and comedy - and the romance was really played down. And now I have to find another book; I always have to have a book to read. Maybe Mists of Avalon again...? Anyway, Saturday night, I went to Ruby Tuesday's to hang out with David and Calvin. I've not laughed that hard or had such a good time in a very long time. I don't know if it was the slippery dicks, or the soggy blueberry muffins, or the talk about movies (I love movies!) and books (those too!), or sea otters pulverizing pumpkins, or roundup flavored marsh pennyworts, or maybe it was learning what to do if you're diving with a buddy and you see a gw circling you - I don't know - but I had a really great time. I would have loved to let the night last for a lot longer, but all nights must end, and this one was no exception, unfortunately, so we said goodbye. When I got home, my younger sister Becca was still awake. Younger sisters, I have come to realize, are much more perceptive than we give them credit for. I couldn't quite meet her eyes, but that's no surprise - I have a very hard time looking people in the eyes for more than two seconds anyway. But apparently she could read me like a book, though what she read, I'm not telling.

And then came this morning, with a traditional breakfast of grits and eggs, and then it was time to hit the road. And now I am back at school, writing this so I can have a good reason to procrastinate on doing my homework. The week looks very bright, and at the end, I'm going home again, this time to do my civic duty and vote in the election. I need a fast forward button!