Nov 13, 2005 17:51
I've had a pretty good weekend thus far:
Friday I found out that yay, the bill proposed to the US house of reps that would allow oil drilling in Alaska was shot down. Later that night, Nene (my neighbor) and Ashley (my roommate) and I planned on making pot brownies, not knowing that you actually need much more to cook with than to smoke. So we abandoned that idea and instead they got high and I got drunk on my birthday champagne (12%, dude!), junked out on oreas, chips, salsa and Lucky Charms, and watched Mr.Bean episodes into the wee hours of the morning.
Saturday, I went to the Christmas Parade on Ste. Catherine Avenue. Even before it started, the two women to my right (lets call them Truffle and Cherry Head) got into a fight because Cherry Head said that Truffle should move her kids aside when people want to cross the street and Truffle replied she could do nothing about it. They argued for a good, loooong five/ten minutes and Cherry Head pushed Truffle to demonstrate what she was having to do to her own children out of consideration of others and Truffle was outraged etc. The best part about it was that in the background a store was playing Bing Crosby's "It's the most wonderful time of the year, it's the happ, happiest season of all...". Couldn't have been a better song just then :) I wanted to yell out 'Merry Christmas!!'
Was a good parade, the first songs made me wish I was home. I wore my Santa hat, and a woman who was there with her family told me I was beautiful and wished me happiness and all the best for the next year, which made me feel pretty. After two hours my toes and fingers were totally frozen, but it was worth it.
A certain someone called last night and told me he loved me; am still wondering if it was sincere or it was a stupid, immature, random, fucked-up thing to say because he couldn't hear me and wasn't sure if I could hear him. What would you think if someone phrased it "I don't know if you can hear me, but I wanted to declare my undying love for you."? 'undying love' is almost an exaggerated mocking thing to say, like what you say to friends jokingly. Think there may be some truth to it?
Ate about 70 grams of chocolate yesterday afternoon which kept me up all night and made me feel ill, but now I'm better.
Today, Sunday, I went to a Salon du Chocolat (yes, chocolate) where there were awesome chocolate sculptures and like twenty high-quality chocolate stands with chocolate tasting and selling. Mmmm.... So good.
I'm now procrastinating and wondering why the certain someone didn't call me like he said he would? and am just sad. Meh.