June 08, 2003
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Austin Day 2
I woke up pretty late this morning, and Grandma and Grandpa were getting ready to go to church. I know this is bad, but I really wasn't in the mood to go to church today, especially somewhere where the only person I know is Grandma. So I told them I was going to the student ward and then went on over to see Susie and try to help her fix her laptop. Then I went and caught sacrament meeting with the student ward. I was surprised by how few people I recognized. I ran into a few people from the old 2nd ward as their meeting was letting out. Not many, though. Ran into Jonas' mom and sister (Wren) at the student ward. Also ran into Paul Bryson and Michella. I just want to say that Michella is really hot. Got kind of that Nicole Kidman look. If only she weren't so young. Amy told me I was crazy when I explained this to her. Other than that, I think like one person came up and introduced themselves to me, so I wasn't too impressed.
I left before Sunday School and hung out with Amy and Susie some more. Caught the tail end of Moulin Rouge, which fascinated me. I've been resisting it thus far, but the music and the metatheatre is really compelling. There are some really cool things going on with that script. I do think there was a little bit of a cop-out at the end though. Ewan McGregor's character should have died. But maybe I need to see the whole thing before I make judgments. Then we went over to Grandma's for dinner. Good food. I love Grandma's cooking. We had potato salad and a roast. Michael and his very young girlfriend (like 16 years old—Michael is 19) came over as well. Then we played games for a while, and then everybody disappeared. So Grandma and Grandpa and I spent the night talking and stuff. I showed them some of the Germany videos and pictures. By the time we were done, it was pretty late.
Posted June 08, 2003 (11:34 PM) | Comments (1)