The imitation picks you up like a habit
Riding in the glow of the TV static
Taking out the trash to the man
Give the people something they understand
-Elliott Smith
Good weekend, made better by the fact that a certain flatmate has moved out. Let's just say he was from the foreign country that precedes "toast" and "fries" and pretty much encompassed every single stereotype of people from that country. I just found out he left. I'm beaming. Rays of light exude from my cheeks.
I don't know what I'm saying.
Today was a beautiful Sunday. First, though, the weather here is insane. We woke up this morning to beautiful weather -- sunny and warm. Within 20 minutes, though, there was this crazy deluge that lasted for about an hour. We're talking black clouds, thunder and lightning, high winds -- the whole deal. But after the hour ended, it was nice and sunny again. So weird.
Elizabeth and I went to Notting Hill to make a home-cooked meal with our new biffer Allison. It felt so good to cook a meal with other people and enjoy it together in a nice, clean kitchen. We went all out, too -- pasta with tomatoes and bell peppers, garlic bread, salad, and strawberry trifle for dessert. Nice. Afterwards we watched a movie, in which I promptly fell asleep. I cannot seem to stay awake during movies anymore. It's impossible for me now. I don't know if narcolepsy is contagious, but I think I may have caught it from someone.
In other news, I just heard that a girl I knew from SCU died in a car accident a couple of days ago. We were in Writing for Children and Young Adults together and exchanged stories all the time. She was quite talented, and I wish I kept in touch with her. She will be missed.
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