I know dad will probably get mad that I used the term "the weekend," but I decided it was appropriate because ours lasted from saturday to wednesday morning. You see, we had monday off thanks to President's day and tuesday was monday's classes. Since I only have one class on monday and Jaren only has classes that he regularly skips, we decided to stretch out the weekend. So, we went down to St. George to visit Jaren's family. I had a paper that was due on friday, but there was no way I could get it done before class, so I decided to finish it on Saturday and send it to the teacher that day. When I got to St. George, I discovered that Jaren's parents don't have Word, so I ended up having to wait until tuesday when the public library opened. The policy on late work for this class is 10% off every day it's late. I was screwed. I finished it tuesday (actually rewriting it and forming a completely new thesis) and emailed it to my teacher and then today, wednesday, I took a hard copy to her and explained my plight as to why it was so incredibly late. She ended up only taking of 10% (which is what she would have taken off if I had handed it in to her on friday after class, since after class is late). I was SO relieved. However, she did tell me that my paper had to be really good. I'm glad I didn't stick to the first one about how I didn't watch TV for an entire month (except Home Improvement because that was family time) just to earn a box of Berry Berry Kix which dad promptly ate claiming he was "saving" me. Anyways, back to our weekend. Jaren did 4 burials and I watched 5 movies. We also honed our skills on the song "Cliffs of Dover" by Eric Johnson on Guitar Hero III playing it at least 12 times in a row around midnight last night. It was a great weekend.
P.S. Jaren's mom had a little bit of an old bag of Berry Berry Kix in the pantry which I finished up tuesday morning for breakfast. It was stale and wasn't nearly as good as Captain Crunch with Crunch Berries, but I felt I needed to have that bowl I missed out on in my childhood.