Recap: A week in advance

I've been home for a while now, and some things have, more or less, settled down into a ritual. For instance, it is my accepted role to drive on the weekends and deal with the boxes on the weekdays. Just as it's my parents' role to continuously try to feed me, and make lists about things that need to be done.

However, beyond that, there're always the exceptional. I went mini-golfing with Anna, Christine, Kateryna, and Victoria last week. After an invigorating discussion about decapitation as performed with piano wires and lessons in shadow-puppet-ing, it came out that none of us are very good golfers. (Alright, now I'm thinking about gophers.)Consequently we ended up with lessons in how- to- fish- out- golf- balls- from- various- bodies- of- water- with- golf- clubs-- which I'm still not very good with, anyway. In most cases, if you ever see us with golf clubs, it's in your best interest to skip us and proceed to the next place, because we are slow and Kateryna has seen the PHANTOM OF THE OPERA eleven times.

(No, the latter had nothing to do with our speed. I just added that bit in because she was singing "Chris-tine! Chris-tine!" over and over again.)

The weekend was quiet. Dad tried to train me on the freeways, his enthusiasm undiminished by the fact that I still do not (and quite possibly never will) like driving. But then, after conversations from last (school) year, I am just thankful that I didn't have to learn driving with a stick shift.

On Sunday night I went over to Kate's and stayed overnight, and watched stuff. Meetings with Kate now is like cram-sessions to catch up on my tv/movie watching during the year. Of course I'm exaggerating, but after watching zero hours of tv (well, unless you count the SHAPE OF LIFE clips we saw in bio, HOWL'S MOVING CASTLE with Annie, and a few apocalyptic things from history) all year, watching any purely entertainment media, over the ratio of two hours per twenty-four hours, makes me go "Huh-wha-eh?"

And we played with the rabbit, and had coherent conversations at four in the morning which, I suppose, makes us one step closer to ants. (Bonus points to anyone who knows what I'm talking about.) Kate's rabbit has gotten bigger AND fatter since I last saw it, and is quite good at knowing what it wants, when it wants it. The result is that I got to watch Kate pounce, literally, to get her rabbit back in the cage. I think the rabbit might be bilingual.

There's going to be another get-together this Thursday at Memorial Park, and frisbees are going to remind me of Davis.

Minigolf photos!


Shadow puppets!


They had identical school ID cards (well not IDENTICAL, per se, but matching UCB cards). Fun times.


Group pics are lovely. Yes.