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It's going to be one of those weeks isn't it?
I woke up this morning from a nightmare in which all the things I had to do were trying to crush me. Now, relatively speaking, I don't have that much to do right now, but you know me; if I have nothing to worry about, I find something.
Anyways, I didn't get anything done this weekend because I was too busy having fun and I still have to decide what my last elective should be.
So I got here and I'm really tired and the administrative assistant for our group has left me all her little tasks to do this week because she's in Winnipeg. I've decided that meeting minutes are the bane of my existence. Not only did I have to listen to parts of the meeting that are boring and don't concern me, but I have to write about them afterwards and worry that the high up people at our meeting aren't going to like my summarized interpretation of their points.
Then I spilled my water all over my work, desk and lap. *sigh* at least it wasn't coffee.
Oh, there's a note for cinammon buns. That could make the day happier. *goes to get one*

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I really wanna watch Farscape.
Can someone get me Farscape?
I guess I can dl it when I get back to Guelph.
Okay, I've spent way too much time this lunch hour going through people's icons. I'm going to actually eat something now.

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So yeah, I don't remember what I did on Friday, but I spent Saturday morning at the stable as usual.
I got to ride again this week and my riding was terrible but at least I didn't fall off this time. I wish I could stop psychoanalyzing myself over that fall. I mean, I know I deserved it and I learned from it and it'll make me a better rider, so why is it bothering me so much? Is it because everyone there who I want to respect me watched me do it? I think that any respect most of them may have had for me probably left at that moment ... so that leads me to why do I care so much about what they think? One of the woman at the stable, in response to my comment that I know I deserved to fall off commented, "damn right you did." and I know and I agree, so why does it make me feel so put down and ashamed to hear her say it?
*sigh* Okay, enough of that.
Came home and Amy and I watched TV and played a lot of settlers with Mom and it was fun. Finally watched the CSI from last week and Mom won two of our Settlers games, so hopefully she's happy now.
On Sunday, much fun was had at dim sum and shopping. I hate shopping for 4 hours and buying only two items, but at least I didn't come back empty handed as usual.
V for Vendetta was awesome. I loved it. I mean, I didn't know anything about it going in and there are parts I thought were slow and parts where I straight up didn't understand the characters' actions, but I still thought it was great. It wasn't as epic as maybe it was supposed to be, but it was close.
It was good to hang out with peeps but I missed katrin because I was looking forward to seeing her but she decided to go to the later show.

I remember what I did Friday; I made cinnamon buns and watched QaF. I don't hate Ethan ... because ... um ... I don't know why because I can't actually convincingly justify his actions, but if Justin doesn't want him, can I have him?