Cold and waiting

It was about 70 degrees outside when I went into my education, night class yesterday at five.  It was in the upper 50's when I came out at nine.  It was 55 and blowing 15 when I left my apartment this morning, and it is only supposed to deteriorate as the day progresses.  I've made it to the library though to meet a friend for coffee and get some work done since my first class was cancelled.  I'm currently waiting on my friend and the warmth that the coffee will afford.  

In other news, this weekend was nice.  I actually got a weekend, unlike last week when I worked on my case study the whole time, and I spent it relaxing with Chris, visiting my aunt, and cleaning out my apartment.  Spring cleaning was in full force on Saturday and we seem to have reclaimed our apartment from our stuff.  We threw most of the stuff away or gave it to Goodwill.

  Saturday night Chris and I went out to Bar Louie.  We intended to just have dinner, but after we got there we realized how many yummy things there were on the menu so we just ordered drinks and one appetizer after another.  If you ever go there, you definitely need to try their Key West mojito, it's delicious.  The Havanna mojito wasn't bad, and Chris loved their mango mojito, but I'll stick with Key West.  The Final Four games were on and we watched the last half of the Michigan - Uconn game and the first half of the UNC - Villanova game.  It was a fun night, and made even better by the fact that we haven't been out together in over a month.  It was nice to just relax for an evening.

Sunday afternoon I headed over to my aunt's house to hang out with her since I haven't had much time to visit recently.  We got on the subject of school and an international exchange student from France who I'm supposed to help acclimate over the summer and my Australian friend, Julie, came up.  My aunt asked me when she was going back to Australia for the summer, and when I answered that her lease ran out on May 1st and that she didn't leave until May 19, my aunt asked where she was going to stay until she left.  I told her that Julie didn't know, and my aunt insisted that Julie move in with her for two weeks.  After working out the details about Julie's visit, my aunt ordered pizza and we had one of our famous pizza and CSI nights.  It was enjoyable.  We also did some playing with words, and discovered that a logophile is someone who loves words - a condition that we both "suffer" from.  Anyone else probably would have hated our night of word play, trivial pursuit, and crosswords, but we had an awesome time doing everything and nothing.  

Okay, well Julie should be here soon for coffee so I should be going.  Just a quick thought though, I'm apparently related to someone who, when asked if they would like cream in their coffee would answer, "No.  The superfluity of the cream overflows the fabularity of the coffee.  Therefore, rendering it obnoxious to my taste."  See, it's not just me - my logophilic tendencies go way back.  Okay, well I'm going to shove off now.  Have a good day.  I'll try to; the coffee will help.