Yeah, that's right. I've suddenly developed dyslexia.. Or so it seems, but that's not really the point. I thought that maybe, instead of blathering on about how different I am, today I'll tell you about my weekend.
Saturday was uneventful enough, in fact, I'm pretty sure I spent the entire day clicking the button that says "next blog" and complaining about mommy bloggers. (Seriously, what's with that?)
But Sunday... now Sunday was interesting. First, I made my CV... yeah! Ninja job getting skills, that I don't really have... And then I decided to go for a bike ride before meeting some friends at the beach for our "youth service" hangout. You know what that meant? SUBWAY DINNER! Yeah! Have I mentioned previously that I love subway? It's so delicious! So I rock on in, and get my usual.. at least for starters. That means a six inch on roasted garlic, veggie delite, smoked cheese, lettuce, tomato, cucumber, capsicum, red onion and carrot. Only... They were out of mayo! I know, shock horror, right! So anyway, I settled for honey mustard, got me some salt and pepper, and then biked across town to the park to eat it. (Also my free double chocolate cookie!) While I'm eating my sub of deliciousness, a girl I knew from art last year came and talked to me.
"My friend's getting married" She said, and I smiled and nodded even though I had no idea who this person was, but then she said something that blew my mind.
"Yeah," She says. "They've been dating for three weeks." THREE WEEKS! How on earth do you make the commitment of who you're going to live with for the rest of your life after three weeks? God-damn, that's almost as bad as twilight! (Except nobody is sparkling, so that's a bonus.) I simply couldn't understand it.
So then, once I got over my initial shock, I picked up my rubbish like the tidy kiwi I am and got back on my bike. Pedalling away from craziness, I headed to the beach, where I waited for about half an hour for anyone to show. (thank you doodle jump for passing the time.) The rest of the night was pretty much same same, except would you know it, kissing a smoker isn't as bad as all that.
Toodle-pip anyway.
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