weekend

I watched the English Department's production of Twelfth Night on Saturday and it was good. I love Shakespeare, not for his sweeping story lines and tragic heroes but for his bawdy jokes, lustful innunedoes and general ribaldry. The man was a master of the peanut gallery!

Went out with Meaghan for coffee on Sun and had long discussion about why guys NEVER phone. Even when they ARE interested. We eventually came to the conclusion that it was a genetic defect. The "Can't pick up the phone" gene is nestled right next to the "won't do the dishes" code and in between the "big bad explosions=mass coolness" neuron.

I am in lust with the new Apple 12" powerbook that I want so bad it hurts. My computer expert friend convinced me to wait half a year though, saying that Apple is redesigning their entire line and I'll be able to get an amazing bargin in EIGHT months. SIGH.