My god. Lunch time kills me. I go for lunch and then I'm seven different strata of lethargic. Boo hiss to afternoons. Unless my afternoon consists of napping/ice cream/movies/reading then it isn't worth living. Which is EXACTLY why I have decided to embrace the challenge of typing with a knitting thimble on my finger. Tough task, you might comment. What a crazy girl! you might think. But, oh yes great friends, I may in fact typing with a knitting thimble. And, if I do say so myself, I rule the art of typing with a knitting thimble on my finger.

Two words for success: Knitting. Thimble.

I've done a lot of payment and accounting stuff this morning. Definitely helped me narrow my career choices. Not that I was planning on becoming an accountant anyway, but a girl has to keep her options open. This job is starting to get a bit waring. Actually, I lie. It wavers between waring and painful. :P The job is not very challenging, and the people are fairly close to morons. Wow, now I totally feel like a bitch. They aren't actually that bad, I'm just grumpy. And frustrated. And.... grumptrated.

This weekend was barrels of fun. Spent a lot of time with friends, and I took Monday off work! So I slept in, had breakfast, watched a movie, went for a walk to the shops, and then watched another movie. Paul hung out with me which was a fantabulous addition to the day. It was so nice just to relax when the sun was smiling so sweetly. Went to a St Pauls/YP do on Saturday night after the alumni play ended. Despite people's complaints, the evening was pretty funny, although some of those plays should have stayed as crumpled balls of paper instead of being salvaged. Paul and Martin were quite fantastic in the plays, obviously. The boys acted well. We then drove/danced to the Round Table, an extraordinarily loud pub. The conversation was agreeable, but after a while the noise and late-ness of it all got to me. So Paul and I evacuated.

However, before we left, something happened that kinda rubbed me the wrong way. I'd like to comment on it here, except provide the disclaimer that I am over it, and no longer bothered. But I still want your comments!

Paul disappeared for a portion of the evening which kind of worried me, but I assumed he went with some other people from our group to somewhere. However, about half an hour before we left, a group of four very good looking girls came over, and started thanking and hugging him. I asked him who they were etc. in the car, and he said he knew one of them, noticed her and had gone to their table, bought them drinks and chatted with them. Maybe it was just because I was tired and grumpy, but this really bothered me. He and I barely talked that night (admittedly, that was because of me also) and then he'd gone AWOL to chat up some random girls. I felt extremely jealous, and unimportant. It made for a very tense drive home.
However, earlier that evening Katie and I went on a date to eat pasta! Yay for pasta. And we sat on a couch. Yay for pasta on a couch. Good times. Thank you for a wonderful night dear!

Then Sunday night was the adventure to Todd's house to watch "Crapshoot: a gamble with our wastes". The movie was probably the lowlight of the evening, but the conversation and debate that ensued was fantastic. The topics jumped all over the place, but all were articulately presented, logical, and interesting. The thing I loved the most was that one or two people did not dominate the conversation to the extreme, as has been the case in the past. Katie mentioned in her blog that she felt young at EWB, and I have to agree with that sentiment. But generally it's so easily to lose yourself in the conversation that the age disparity isn't a huge concern. When people found out that I was 17 and made a big deal of it I became very uncomfortable. I hate having the label of "young and inexperienced" plastered on my forehead. Short of with-holding that information, I know not of any way around that feeling of uncomfortableness.
The end of the evening was less enjoyable though. In the interest of pretending to be a dedicated movie-watcher I had put my phone on silent. Unfortunately, once the movie was over I forgot to put it on normal ringing-ness. Paul was slated to pick me up at 10:30. Buuuuuuuuut.... I forgot. And didn't get any of his calls. So he called me a bizillion times, and as everyone was leaving at midnight, I realised I was 95 minutes late. And Paul had been spending his evening at Canad Inns Fort Garry. I felt like such a bitchy dolt. It was a rather stupid turn of events, and I felt extremely ridiculous.

Oh, and if anyone is interested, a co-worker was looking at me strangely as I typed with the knitting thimble, so I aborted the challenge.