A Weekend of Awesomeness

I haven't had such a good weekend in ages. I did absolutely nothing productive. I've been so caught up with school that I forgot what it felt like to do nothing. I assure you, it's quite relaxing. I, along with the rest of my drugged family, spent Friday moping around the house until we ended up going ot the masjid. I don't remember anything from that day except for the pizza somebody got for us at the masjid. Now you know what my priorites in life are. I slept in on Saturday, wasted time on the internet, and received a card from the baby. She had spent the morning making cards for the whole family, bless her cotton socks.

This is my card. She knows that I love food so much that she decided to put it on my card. I'm keeping this forever.

She even made one for herself and called herself pretty. And she put a picture of a squirrel in it. Now that's called true love.

After getting these little tokens of love, the fam and I decided to take advantage of the gorgeous weather outside. In the morning before I had even looked outside the window, my friend had told me that it was 8 degrees outside. That got me depressed cause it meant that spring wasn't gonna come until June, and by them summer would have already gone on its vacation, so fall would never arrive, and then in winter it wouldn't snow. I don't get this logic either, but either way, I was bummed. But then I realized that this chick is Canadian, and they use Celcius waaay up there. Dumb Canadians. They think they're all cool cause they have free health care and they're hockey team just won. Whatever. My tangent is over. Can you tell that I miss that wonderfully cold place? I simply meant to say that I went to the masjid and rode my bike there. Why at the masjid? Because it's vast and free and desolate like the wild, wild West. My mom was chasing me on a scooter and my sister kept chucking the volleyball at me, but since my family has no hand-eye coordination, she kept missing. So when we tried to actually play volleyball, the ball kept going in the wrong direction, and we'd send the poor little baby to go and get it. Our family motto is now "Go get it." We got ice cream after that to get us on our sugar-high and talked in code while getting it. I was Aunt Sally, my dad was Grandpa Dave, sister 1 was George, and sister 2 was Joe. Mom and the baby were spared. I think we scared the guy who was getting our ice cream. Came home and watched Fantastic Mr. Fox. One of my friends had told me that it reminded her of me so I decided to watch it. It was hilarious. Just my type, too, complete with the perfect amount of sarcasm and blank emotion. So day 2 of the weekend is down. Gosh, I'm writing a lot. Eh. Sunday, which I think is today, got a bunch of love from my little Sunday School kids. I have grown so attached to them. They do stupid things that make me laugh. Like trying to stab my camera with a pencil. What more could a girl want?

Went to Panera with the chicas, went to a teachers' meeting where I got pizza, came home and wasted time on the internet. Perfect Sunday. And I wasn't even bombarded with homework pouring from the sky like little fireballs that try to burn you alive. I was actually spared. All praise the good Lord. Alhamdulillah. I'm still depressed that I have to go to school tomorrow, but atleast I'm having a chill day before I have to go back to that circus. Time to go waste more time to make up for all the lost time. Oh, and does anybody wanna go watch Alice in Wonderland with me? I really feel like getting high off of all the colors and high-pitched voices. Gotta love Tim Burton.