This weekend has been really great. From friday on, I knew it was going to be a laid back sort of weekend. I went to the coffeehouse and met with one of my friends and the older sis. We took a trip to the library. I wore a sweatshirt and comfy jeans all day long. My "quick" journal entry turned into being six pages long. (Inspired by Hannah, I've been adding sketches to my journal.) And a happy postcard from a friend in Costa Rica arrived in the mail. I stayed up until two watching Downton Abbey with Marissa. And reading books, of course.
I feel like I've been reading all weekend long. My assignment for Composition class is to read a book, then write a reflection of 400 words. I'm reading a historical fiction novel for that. I don't complain about these sort of writing assignments. I stole my sister's I am Number Four copy on wednesday. I speed to the end on Saturday, finishing it by 12 am on on Sunday. I have to say: It was definitely a good book. I'll be stealing my brother's copy of the second one later this week, I'm sure.
|INSTAGRAM: 1) at the library (by @jeffmadison). 2) Lunch at Wendy's (by @jeffmadison). 3) to the library. 4) sisters. 5) Mer's confused. [3-5 by me, @shesmegan]|
Today, we followed our sunday routine:
•The second church is out, we're snapping pictures of our family and each other, waiting for mom to finish talking.
•Our preacher and other members of the church ask us about our cameras, how many pictures we've taken that week, and comment on our taking pictures of each other taking pictures.
•We head to lunch: this week it's Wendy's.
•By this time, we've started instagramming.
•Soon, we're back in the car (still posting photographs on instagram, having stolen mom's iPhone), on our way to the library.
•We hope for a parking space before the crosswalk, but we always end up inside the parking garage -- apparently downtown is popular on sundays. (Who knew?)
•Books, books, and more books.
•We're snapping photos and whispering.
•It's now checkout time.
•Then the car again.
•We're on our way home.
•I run in side, jump on my bed, upload photos, and edit them.
|looking at the ducks below.|
My camera's on my bed. My writing bag has been spilled out and dug through. It's nearly time for dinner, but I don't feel hungry at all. Marissa's working tonight and most likely reading The Hunger Games, because she just got to the good part. My brother's in his room across the hall, strumming his guitar. Everyone else is downstairs doing who knows what. I have reading to do, but instead I'm posting. I'll read later -- I promise.
Oh weekend, you've been good to me. See you in five days.
How was your weekend?