It was a good weekend. We saved lives. We partied. We had fun.
I attended my first basketball game this week. We lost. Very very badly. I watched Toy Story 3 for my first time. I absolutely loved it. I can't believe it took me this long considering it came out on my birthday. I liked it a lot. One night when I went running, I walked onto the temple grounds and there was a mexican on my regular bench so I went and sat on another one. After about 5 minutes he walked over and starting asking me questions in spanish and proceeded to sit next to me and chatter away. I caught words like "member" and "temple" and he managed to ask me what my name was and the rest I was completely in the dark. After about 2 minutes of trying to tell him that I didn't understand what he was saying to me, I got up and walked away. I feel real bad, but really, what could I have done? I cried a little on my sprint back home for reasons unknown to me.
Last night was our second basketball game. Dixie beat Whittier (California University) by 30 points. Whooooooo!! I went to a hypnotist afterwards and it was so funny! People are so nuts. Don't underestimate the power of the human mind. Next I played with the cute boys in the above picture and watched Iron Man 2. Again. I believe the term "without a paddle" has something to do with what went on. Yes. We ended up going to sleep around 4 AM. This morning was our rivalry game against SUU. We got spanked. Poor Dixie. You suck sometimes. But we still have fun.
Some things that I would like to do before Christmas break: Go caving again. And wear black and win. One word: geocaching. It's like a high-tech treasure hunt. Also, I've been craving a hot tub lately. That would be fun.
