Samosa Grill - It is east indian based. I was admittedly not at all looking forward to it, as our last endeavor to a restaurant based on a very different ethnicity did not end very well. It was called Saltan's tent and it was... Well, this is getting off topic. I was pleasantly surprised by this place. It wasn't too bad. I mean, I wasn't raving or thriving from it afterwards. But it filled me up, and the food was pretty decent. I think it's one of those things you sort of have to acquire a taste for, like chinese. I would go to it again, but it's again, not one of thise places I'd eat at every week. The bread they served was my favorite. Oh, and the coke was ridiculously cold and that was SO good (And of course, the one thing I do thrive about just happens to be coke). My favorite dish was the butter chicken. That stu

Moving on, parents took Alex and I home to get our stuff because we were spending the night our grandparents. We got there, and then I made dad go all the way back because I forgot my sweater. And I wasn't about to borrow my grandma's sweater like dad suggested I do. I'm sorry, It just wasn't going to happen. Grandma tried to bribe me into joining her ladies choir again yesterday. "I swear, if you join, young people will be popping up all over the place." Yeah. Still isn't going to happen.
Speaking of joining choirs. So, a couple weeks ago I was browsing Calgary for extra curricular choirs I could maybe join. I came across the Calgary Girls Choir. I send in my information, and basically said that I was looking for a choir. They called me back yesterday. The ladies name was Meghan. She said that she hoped someone had gotten ahold of me, and that they were doing auditions next week and to call. All of a sudden, I don't want to call. I don't know if I should bother, I don't know if I'm good enough. I'm wigging myself out with the "what ifs." So, at this point... I don't know whether to call. But I NEED to make a decision.
After dinner, and the hubub about going back to the house for my sweater, it's time to go to a movie. Grandpa pays for all of us. Sara, Emily and I went and saw...
The Ugly Truth - SUCH a good movie. I mean, yes, it is a chick flick. Yes, it is a cheesy romantic comedy. But it had that hook. It was raw and hilarious, and made you want to laugh, scream, cry and smile all at the same time. Now maybe I am just a sucker for movies, and I give good reviews easily, but I just can't help myself. People overrate movies so much these days. They pick them apart because they have nothing better to do. Seriously... these people went into this movie because they saw the potential. And so should you. You little nasties. ANYWAY. I recommend any girl who is a sucker for a good love movie to go to this one, with or without your man. It's a gooder.
Last night was my favorite with the cousins. After the good movie, I almost got ran over by a van. Oh, yes, that was fun. Everyone was killing themselves laughing while I screamed at the van. To it's back, of course. As if I have the balls to yell at the people in there to their face. We got home, changed into our pajamas, and immediately went outside. There is this hill type thing behind our grandparents called a BURM. Weird, I KNOW. But that's what it's called. So anyway, we went up there and were being goofs. We walked along the burm to a playground near by, and played on the playground. I was on the swing. The stars were out last night, so I just stared at them. Dreamy, right? We only had a limited amount of time, or the girls did actually, because of their dad, so then we walked back. We layed down on the burn right behind the house and just looked at the stars. And talked. It was good. Finally, we surpassed our alloted amount of time, and uncle Matthew came out and made us come back in. I went to the close the gate and crush the palm of my hand in between it. Oooh, that felt greeeeaaat. I went into the freezer and took our some frozen pees. No, idiots, I didn't eat the pees. I used them to ice my hand which was throbbing and swollen. I woke up this morning to it being bruised, and I'm pretty sure its bleeding under the skin. Which means I broke a blood vessel. I'm good. What can I say. So, we're all sitting around the TV, watching Family Guy. Alex has the remote, and Sara wants it. Here is the conversation which has Emily and I in tears.
Sara: Can I have the remote?
Alex: There's not any left.
*Blank looks*
Emily: What?
Alex: There's not any milk left.
Emily and Amy: HAHAHAHAHAHA
Sara: I asked for the remote, NOT FOR MILK.
Alex: Oh... I thought you... Oh *passes remote*
Emily and Amy: HAHAHAHAH
Alex: Stop cackling! You'll wake up the grandparents
Emily and Amy and Sara: HAHAHAHAHAHA
Today, I had to skip out going to Cross Iron Mill because I had to work at three. I went and saw the girls on my break to say goodbye, and then they ended up coming to my store for a visit because grandpa and grandma wanted desert. It was nice. After work, I went out with six of my co-workers to Moxies for one of the girls birthday. Eden turned 20 yesterday. It was really nice. I found out that we are all very loud and laughy when we are together. I'm glad I went.
LASTLY. I got a text message from one of my best friends early this afternoon. He found out that a girl I went to junior high with, and was friends with, died yesterday. Nobody knows how, yet. I couldn't believe it. Jenny mentioned that it was the first person of our graduating grade 9 class to die. It scared me a little. Tonight my prayers will be for her, her family, and her friends. Rest in peace. And speaking of God... Well, you know what I am asking to be answered. I'll keep it just between us. Please.
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