Rested, toasted, wet

So I spent two days sleeping and feel so much better. Its amazing how my body just crapped out and returned to me when I gave it what it wanted. Little does it know that last night was just the beginning. Ah so. I wasn't intending to get drunk, then was offered free wine and a beer and before I knew it I was launching myself, naked, off the 10 metre board. Yup. Outdoors. The water was steamy in the air, but none of us seemed to notice the cold. And we all rushed off twice then threw our clothes back on, wet, dripping down the fence and into the night. I don't know how it became 2am, but it did.

200% French is far too arrogant to hit on anymore, he knows he is attractive and so I just walk away when he starts to pull his arrogant bullshit. It seems to be pulling in my direction, but not fast enough for my liking. J'aime Jeff is really against all of it, and I do love and listen to J'aime Jeff... tonight we have a small dinner date with a few people and are going to continue onwards to the Cambie for a reunion. Test tomorrow? No problem. Nooooo problem. Cabin fever at the residences is far more severe, and so we must take care of it.

This weekend should be restful, I can finally get some errands done and deal with all the silly little things that seem to slip away when you are in residence and can't find the world outside. Must sign off because I have a random number on my phone that I want to investigate and my internet time is, as always, limited.