This weekend was cram packed with my school's Madrigal dinners, where I played my role as a Troubadour. In the Renaissance, they would stroll the courtyard and sing for people, which is what I did for people eating their dinner. It was tiring, but I had fun. (Artemis: She had more fun before the Madrigals, especially Friday, because her crush was there!) Okay, Artemis, your enthusiasm is scaring me. He was there for a basketball game, so I bugged him and my friend before I really had to do anything.
Back on topic. The songs, which I found entertaining at first, became very annoying by the end of Saturday. The personality, which seemed alot like Artemis with a British accent, got tiring very quickly for me. Lots of talking and giggling. (Artemis: HEY! I love talking, and laughing is good for the soul.) Yes, but that's actual laughing. I did find a really strange joke. Ask me if I'm an orange. (Vervada: *very bored* Are you an orange?) Why no, of course not! *fake laughs*
And I can't wait to see the Golden Compass. I love that book so much, and I hope they did a good job of it. And I the website has a 'Find Your Daemon' thing. It's fun
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