So, tell me. What did you do this weekend?
Tell me in 25 words or less. (Do not exceed the word limit.)
No cheating. For example, if you use stuff like LOL and ROTFLMAO and ROTFJOBIL, I will count each letter as a separate word. I will also bleed from the ears, an event that I generally try to avoid.
If your weekend was uneventful, make something up. But if you do, make it good.
fresh-baked at 09:44 AM
Saturday: shopped for college stuff. Sunday: made website for best friend (birthday gift). Today: picnic in park with best guy friend. (Said goodbye. Cried.)
Watched a few rounds of the "blogging royale". I think I saw Don King in the background.
Decided to become a Nurse. Slept. Farmers market with boyfriend, watched The New Guy and Birthday Girl both were good. Glad weekend is over!
Attended wedding of good friend to detestable woman. Drank heavily. Then drank some more. Stuff probably happened, but can't remember.
Ruined dinner for Hong Kong guests (well, they SAID rare…); watched first half (?) of Gosford Park (awaiting subtitles for second half); photos of kids
My weekend: a haiku
Went to the cat vet--
Huge wad o' cash out window.
I eat Ramen now.
Powdered my privates, built a fortress, lost a friend, drank run, ate cake, laughed, cried, whined, browsed a bookstore, wished upon a star, watched Amelie.
Watched XXX at the theatre, then kicked myself in the ass for ever considering such insanity.
Volunteered at the cat shelter, went food shopping, rented six movies and vegetated on my couch, while enjoying my air conditioning.
Saw "Signs," went out to dinner, slept. (I will my remaining 8 words to the next participant.)
Studied. Studied. Studied. Studied. Studied. Studied. Studied. Studied. Studied. Studied. Studied. Studied. Studied. Studied. Studied. Studied. Studied. Studied. Studied. Ate Thai food. Drank Vanilla Coke.
Retail hell. It’s all about SELL SELL SELL. Customers in hoards to get the hottest buys. Fuck you, JCPenney. Retail is no longer for me.
(yep. that pretty much summed it up.) ;) hey. this part doesn't count, so hush. :P
Learned how to make one amazing martini. Ok, more than one.
Got kidnapped and taken to Walmart and chinese food by my bi-curious ex boyfriend who is now fucking a girl named Erika.
Slept in, did laundry, planned more wedding shit, watched 3 hours of Iron Chef, ate ice cream, went to sleep. Yee haw!
Dogs on porch, me reading. Looked after friend's puppy, Park with all three.
Spent Sunday with friend - farmer's market, coffee house, big chat.
Saved dogs. Again. Did house projects. Again. Cursed. Again. Sweated my arse off. Again. Appreciated manly stunts. Again. Ad Infinitum.
Stalked aaron. Saw aaron move. Nice butt!
Drank a 2-liter of Mt. Dew. Played video games. Talked on the phone to 3 different people. Went to the gym twice.
Read 2 3/4 David Pelzer's trilogy (A Child Called "It", etc.); got depressing insights; tried to find upbuilding parts; still reading and looking. Fighting depression.
I sat in my unlit room and cried as memories flooded my head of my father being dragged away in restraints by those faceless doctors.
went to vegas lost money and drank myself silly.
slept . . . does an ellipsis count as a word? Bought a mini-fridge. slept. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Partied ate collected nuts taught insects to dance…actually watched the teacher as I did not know how to do the dance properly…watched as insects got it down better than I could. broke some rules.
Chopped, Diced, Sauteed, Stirred, Boiled, Shook, Drank, Ate, Biked, Ran, Diapered, Fed, Viewed crappy film, Read funny blogs, Wiped snotty noses, and shooed off hobos.
Oh gosh. Twenty five words? I had such an exciting weekend that I am not certain that I will be able to even scrape the
wrote. read. shopped for a baptismal font.
friday: movie (my big fat greek wedding). saturday: farmers' market, paper-writing and the third season of sex and the city. sunday: more paper writing, coffee-shopping.
hel-loo, wild side!
Saw "Signs". Hated it. Went to the Pennsylvania Renaissance Faire. Too hot for that sort of thing. Pretty much hated that too. Twenty-four words.
I did lots of work. Redesigned my blog. Played with my dog. The end.
I had a dream about Saddam Hussein and Frankie Muniz. And two Harry Potters.
Yes, all in the same dream.
Saw too many movies, I need at least 2 hours of my life back (ahem, Shallow Hal). Weekends are for sleeping in and being lazy.