Bum.

"Hi, you're Cassandra. I'm Max-Ernest. We don't know each other. But I know who you are and you probably know who I am. Well, you definitely do now. But I mean you probably knew before because everybody here knows who everybody is. Even if they've never met. Isn't that weird how you can know somebody and not know somebody at the same time? How 'bout that?"

Ok, so my blogging plan failed for this weekend. But I'm back on track. Just don't count on there being blogs on the weekend :)

So Justin came on Friday to pick up his stuff and to save me from Hell. Or do I mean Hall?? Anyways, we went for food and then to my house. However, my dad was there. Which sucked ass. So we went to Canadian Tire to pick up some stuff for Justin's dad and then hung around there for ages.

The Howler came out today. I'm actually really pissed off about it. I know Kyle's been working his butt off but seriously this makes me mad. He cut out full paragraphs of my article in order to make it fit. He originally told me I was getting as many words as I needed and then cut out about 250 words to fit me in a small cube area. And he took out my picture too. He has so many articles and so much information in them but he's trying to fit them all on 6 pages. And the end result is really crappy. And he doesn't understand why I'm so mad.

Football thing for Dovigo is finally done. But now I'm probably going to be in charge of putting all the pictures in and editing them and stuff. Whatever, at least I'll have something to do.

Fixed up the text for the Title Page. Monica gave me like, half a page of crap. But I fixed it up to about 5 sentances, which is what I wanted in the first place.

Justin took the cap off his truck so now it looks a lot better. So much cuter. I'm allowed to call it cute now because he did yesterday :)

Yesterday was our 1 year and 1 month. Totally gapped about it. Pity.

Justin told me we'll go to see a movie sometime soon. I hope we do. I want to get a picture by the Couples Retreat sign before it stops being shown. At least, I hope it's still being shown . . . .

So sweetly she bade me adieu,
I thought that she bade me return.