1. I had four different activity options scheduled for this evening (which is a pretty intense smorgasbord for an introvert), and honestly I didn't really feel like doing any of them...and then when they all fell through I was left feeling slightly disgruntled.
I suppose this is the result of the completion of a very busy time during which my alone time was vastly limited, and I am now experiencing something akin to having one's stomach stretched when they eat large amounts of food, and then in the proceeding days regular meals cannot stifle the hunger pains...
2. Two of my plants died over the Christmas break. It is slightly depressing to arrive home and discover decomposing plants on your desk.
3. I'm making a lot of spelling mistakes tonight. Misspelled words are a personal pet peeve of mine.
Ring the bells that can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.
Thanks Leonard. I feel better now.
4. Last night my brother, sister, Chuck and I watched "The Social Network". The dialogue was fast-paced and witty. The logical (generally offensive) eruptions from the main character were well placed. The computer jargon was clearly over my head. But I enjoyed it nevertheless.
5. I'm trying to "force" tulip bulbs. Tulips are my favourite flower ever since I was given a tulip bulb in grade 2, planted it in my front yard, and it bloomed every year despite the hungry deer and my dad's lawn mowing.
6. I played Clue with my siblings this past week. I have a general aversion to board games.I prefer word games such as Scrabble, Balderdash, or Apples to Apples. However my siblings are all logical, left brained creatures, and I am left in the dust whenever they play strategy games such as Risk or Settlers of Catan, etc. Anyway, I decided to face my board game fears and play a game of Clue. Clue is relatively gentle, no countries are dominated in this game, just plain, old-fashioned murder. The game began in a normal manner until Lindsay decided to take a "stab" at guessing who-done-it. As she pulled out the cards, and looked flabbergasted at what was in her hand, I slowly came to the conclusion that I had two of the three cards that she had just guessed, and that I had forgotten all about them, despite the repeated suggestions that Mr. Green had done it in the Living Room. The murder that is.
Whoopsie. At least I tried.