I've had a wonderfull weekend: An old friend came over, and we hadn't seen eachother for a little too long, and it was great to meet up again. We had a nice tart (my first home made one) with tomatoes, and then we went out for a dance, which was great fun. We came back all sweaty and with wiggly legs.
Also, I was pleased to have my boyfriend at home (and not on camp with the boy scouts) this weekend. We spent most of sunday together. I nursed him when he was hungover, we took a nice walk, ate nice food, saw a group of people for a Christmas-dorm-decoration session, we cleaned my kitchen and kissed a lot. It was great! He makes me so happy.
Now I've got to go to the reading room. Unfortunately, the guy I usually go with on mondays had to work, so I've got to make it on my own, and as you can see, I'm still at home three hours after breakfeast. *sigh*
Last week we had a meeting in my hall, and I was nagging because people don't fulfill their cooking duties. Everyone has to cook twice a month, but when I remind them that they "have to" they get really annoyed, as they hate the feeling of compulsion. What they really like, though, is eating my food when I cook for them... *sigh*
I'm really annoyed that we cant make this food thing work.
At least I can go eat in my boyfriends hall - and we had pancakes there yesterday, yummi!
Here's a bit of drumming:
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