Oh boy was last night interesting. I got very drunk. More drunk than I have ever been. J and I finished off a 2/6 of Vodka then we went to the bar with a bunch of friends. I met my sister and some of her friends at the bar as well. As I don't have a great love of the bar I actually left and went home at 1:26 (luckily I live two blocks from the bars). Once home I proceeded to call and leave my sister a series of 'interesting' messages on her voice mail and for some reason I decided to sent a drunken e-mail to my friend MK in Vancouver. I then went to bed. This morning I woke up ravenously hungry and wondering if I had in fact sent a drunken e-mail. Well tonight I got a reply to it. Wonderful, I'm an idiot.

After getting up this morning I called those whom I was out with last night and we proceeded to go for brunch at Whitespot. J stumbled in still emitting alcoholic fumes and lolling over anyone near by. Aside from a vague nauseous feeling that soon went away I was fine. Thank God I remembered to drink a lot of water between drinks last night.

The trip to Calgary was fun but rather rushed. Turns out my sister didn't really have a plan for what we were going to do once there so I ended up trying to read her mind and make sure that she knew about everything she needed to know about before making a decision. I can understand that she doesn't really know what she needs to be looking for but for heaven sake she's going to have to get aggressive about some of this stuff soon cause her family isn't going to be there making decisions for her much longer.

My car was delivered to the dealership on Saturday. It's going to stay there until the time is right for me to take possession of it. It is really nice though and I'm excited.

I realized this morning that I haven't been to church in the past number of weeks. I can honestly say I don't care. I still feel that I should be committing to it somehow but just don't want to go. I'm supposed to be going to a small group weekly but the timing has just not worked out so far. I have got calls every couple of weeks though to remind me that I had agreed to help out at the Saturday service. How nice. No one calls for any other reason. Maybe I just expect to much.

I feel as though I have very much missed out on a lot of things that are typical rights of passage into adulthood. It really seems as though many of the people I hang out with are enjoying life a lot more than I am. I'm sure it's my imagination but I still feel as though something is missing. Maybe it's that 'God shaped hole' you always hear religious types yapping about. Maybe it's a feeling of not fitting into your own culture, or feeling at home in your own skin. I definitely do not feel at home in my own skin a lot of the time. I have been working at revamping myself and my image as of late. We shall see where I end up.