Well, today is the day. I got up nice and early, about 8:30 (although that wasn’t my intention, I just couldn’t sleep). After having my shower, I decided that I should start to pack for the retreat. It was then that I remembered that most of my clothes were in the laundry and needed to be washed. Oh well. I’ve been domesticated in the art of using the washing machine, since if I don’t do my laundry, it just doesn’t get done. I swear that some days I start to feel like a housewife. And that’s never a good feeling. Oh well.
I found out that apparently Angelie can’t come to retreat. That kind of sucks, and what sucks more is that I don’t know why. I just saw a comment on the youth website about how she wasn’t going to retreat, although she had told me like a couple days earlier that she was. So I don’t know what’s up there.
As for anything else, it’s a pretty average day. I have to wait for this laundry to get done and then I’ll finish packing. Right now I just have a bunch of stuff that I want to take laid out on my bed ready to go. I’ve got to wait to see how much clothing I have to take in order to figure out whether I can fit it in my backpack or whether I’ll have to take something bigger. I fit everything in my backpack when I went up to Ottawa, but I also didn’t have to take my giant Bible up there. I suppose I could take a smaller one, but this one’s New Living Translation, and I like it. I also mark this one up and stuff, so I don’t want to miss out on that opportunity if I find something really good that I want to remember.
Yes, this weekend should be awesome. I have no clue what we’re going to be doing up there. I have no clue who I’m going to hang out with either. I’m not sure if Jordan is coming, and if he’s not then I suppose I’ll hang out with Kyle and Lawrence. But whatever. I’ll see how things play out and then go with it. And even if everything sucks, I’m determined to have an awesome time. I really hope Jordan goes, though. Then if things are boring, at least I’ll have someone to be bored with, because chances are he’ll be just as bored. I usually am able to entertain myself better than he is, so if anything I’ll have fun and he’ll be bored. I’ll of course try to help him have fun, but we’ll see how things go.
Anyways, since I have to wait for this stupid washing machine, I might as well play my bass. It’s strange, because for a while I barely played my bass, and now I’ve been playing it a lot. I seem to go through these shifts in mood and tastes every once in a while. Jeez, I think I really am turning into a housewife…