No title can summarize my weekend

Mood: Kind of..I don't know what you'd call it?
iTunes: The Sour And The Sweet - Forgive Durden

So.

I'm alive. Somehow. It has been the strangest weekend of my entire life. It started out totally normally, I sprained my ankle for the umpteenth time snowboarding, then I had to teach a skiing class Saturday morning on said sprained ankle (I also don't ski. Those kids learned hella.) Saturday night was fairly uneventful...I hung out with Zanna and we went and bought a car charger for my phone because my brother left my wall charger up at work. And we hung out at the Albertson's for a while where Zanna stabbed herself in the face with the corner of a cheese-ball package. It was funny...for a while.

Sunday....was Sunday. My dad got called as the bishop of my ward...That should be interesting. Um. That's all for Sunday. That you get to know, anyway.

Monday I got to sleep in! For once! I was so happy. And then I woke up at 8am and couldn't get back to sleep to save my life. There was a church thing and I played DDR and hung out with Zanna and Spencer and I discovered that my life is SO like interesting.

Or, not my life, per se, but there are things that are screwed up that totally affect my life, which is screwed up enough as it is. Just know that the three of us will kick your ass when it comes to having an amazing time with friends.

Um. By the way, I want a set of brass knuckles for my birthday.

-megan.