My Amazing Weekend
Amazing vegetables bought at the farmers’ market Saturday? Check.
Amazing time at the taco stand with some amazing friends? Check.
Amazingly weirded out by own want to cry at one point? Check.
Amazed at who actually asked my permission to call me ‘Rach’? Check.
Amazed at actually getting the ending in bells? Super check.
Amazing job done by choir in BOTH services? Check, I think.
Amazing time at Starbucks? Check.
Amazed that Liz actually drove herself alone to Starbucks? Check.
Amazingly confused about the two hours late ‘Are you alive?’ phonecall from Liz’s mom? Check ;)
Amazing chocolate cupcake that still kind of tasted like coffee? Check.
Amazingly amused at Liz and Steph ganging up to force me to drink coffee? Check.
Amazingly sad that City Bites wasn’t open and selling cookies? Check :(
Amazed at how little work gets done on packing/room cleaning when actively trying to procrastinate? Checkcheckcheckcheck.
Amazingly awkward (but still good) conversation on the phone? Check.
Amazing job done driving to Target? Check. (Or at least, I think so.)
Amazing Harry Potter marathon on ABC family? Check :)
Amazing amount of time spent hanging out in my new sleeping bag? CHECK. (Seriously, though, it’s super warm and comfy and LONGER THAN I AM.)
Amazingly annoyed at toe turning purple? Check.
Amazingly apathetic about camp? Check.
Amazingly odd dream about camp, anyway? Definitely check.
Amazing movie watched for the first time in too long? Check. (Go watch Flicka, everybody.)
Amazingly sad that Rizzle is not even in the country? Cheeeeck. Reanna, come home.
Amazed at the fact that lactaid pills actually work if you take them? Checky check check.
Amazingly bored? Check.
Amazing looking lightning (before it actually started storming)? Super duper check :)
And there ya go.
You see, in six days I won’t post on here until the end of June, and I’m not sure about Ranna but she hasn’t been posting from Germany lately. So I’m posting a bunch to make up for the fact that you might get nothing for a really long time.
~Rach
