Don't Wanna!

Man. Three assignments to go and I don't wanna. I just don't. It's not that I dislike the subject material or that I haven't started and am afraid to start them. Feh. Today I have spent five and a half hours in choir rehearsals, and it's been thoroughly mad. Our concert is Saturday night (come one, come all). But if I whine about it, the obvious response inevitably comes: "Well, you do this voluntarily. Actually, you pay to do it." This being true, I acknowledge that I have no right to complain. But try telling that to my feet.

On a completely other note, Katherine made salmon burgers tonight and they were delicious. And the other day she made Italian-style poached eggs, where you actually just crack the eggs into this tomato mixture, and they cook in the tomatoes. How crazy is that? The fact that these were both delicious seems to be a signal that she should cook all the time from now on. Yup.

So what else is interesting? Seventeen days until Death Cab for Franz Ferdinand! That's a happy thing. And soon after that, school will be done, and I can begin striving to be not incompetent at my summer job. Apparently Boopsie may seek to join the ranks of the employed this summer. It is very nice to have money sometimes, and I think she will enjoy that. Also, she is bored this week, so I will endeavour to think of Something For Her To Do. Spring break is a drag when one's friends have gone away.

I'm off to fold laundry as a displacement activity. Bonsoir!