Sunday, January 13, 2008

This weekend

Aaron is snoozing away, as he has been for about 45 minutes. He told me to wake him up if he sleeps more than an hour. So I am going to blog for 15 minutes and then wake him up and convince him to go to Disneyland with me.
This weekend, I:
- Went to Felix's in the Orange circle with Aaron and split a gargantuan tostada. We then considered walking around the circle to burn off all that Cuban food, but in the end made the better choice of going home and watching some of Lost: Season 3.
- Saw Atonement. I thought it was great in some respects (costumes, nice use of color, some weird artsy cinematography, lovely English gardens if one is into that, chemistry between the young star-crossed lovers) and frustrating in others (it felt disjointed, the end was hokey, it seemed like the film was trying to say more than it actually said). The first third of it got me very interested in the story and the characters, and then I felt let down by the rest of the film. However, a friend scored me a ticket for $6.50, so, totally worth seeing at that price (thanks Steph).
- Fed the fish probably more times than I should have, because he kept looking at me in this certain way that makes me feel guilty for not giving him a snack right that second. (He's doing it again right now.)
- Took ornaments off the Christmas tree. The tree is still sitting in our living room, looking very much like a fire hazard. Yes, I know, all of you probably have already thrown your tree out, but please leave the poor Phlegmatics alone, we can't help it that all that excess phlegm in our psyches makes us move so slowly.
- Did not take out the trash, which I was supposed to do, since I lost a bet.
Good times.

4 Comments:

Blogger A.M.R. said...

Tell them what the bet was.

I totally rock.

7:01 PM  
Blogger Amanda Lane said...

No. I'm so embarassed that I lost.

Yes, you do rock.

11:21 AM  
Blogger Randomness said...

What was the bet?

By the way, please tell me the tree is gone?

I can't believe you feel guilty about the fish being hungry. Did I ever tell you one of our mascots at the University of Redlands, Newton, the bulldog had a heartattack and died because he was "OVERFED" by walkers at school? Just a thought to consider. Perhaps, he's just lonely or would prefer a living space that wasn't so confusing? It doesn't mean that he's hungry. Honestly, how much does a fish need to eat? Teach him the spiritual disciplines of life such as fasting and prayer. ;0)

10:22 PM  
Blogger Amanda Lane said...

I will not say what the bet was on here because I'm that embarassed. I'll tell you on Saturday though.
No, the tree is not gone. I'll try to talk Aaron into doing it before you come over :)Last night the power went out and we had to light a bunch of candles. We did not put any of them near the tree. Smokey the Bear would be proud.

11:26 AM  

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