Finalement

I was able to see some of my friends this weekend. I went to see the Squid and Whale and Jarhead, both were very good.

I went out to some bars this weekend. It's odd, I've been here for almost 3 years and this the first weekend I ever went "bar hopping". It was kind of fun, kind of annoying because it was so cold. I forgot how crazy yet fun it can be hanging out with a bunch of boys. You know, when they rumble on sidewalks, kick over garbage cans, and break windows... jesus. I also ran into Meaghan and the gang which was nice because I hadn't seen/talk to her in so long because I'm a jerk like that. (Sorry Meaghan). Now it's back to school work.

My apartment is a stye and I haven't been to work in two weeks because all i've done for a month is study. I hope it pays off.

Eventhough this weekend was a lot of fun, something was missing. When the end of the night would roll around I'd feel almost cheated, like the night never came to a climax, there was no point to it. That's a horrible thing to say though because the point was to see friends I hadn't seen in ages and have fun with them, which is what happened. Oh well, I guess partying just really isn't my thing anymore.

I'm so broke and lazy.