Things Chantelle is Not Good At #23: Plunging toilets. Seriously. I'm not meant to be a plumber.

Anyways...

Well, after a brief hiatus I am baaaaack. What have I been up to this past little while? 

We fed cake to my roommates. Then I hid the leftovers of said homemade cake in various locations so Dan wouldn't eat it all. Then I felt bad and gave him a piece anyway.

I got my hair trimmed and layered again! (I realize it doesn't look it in the pictures, but it IS different.) And yes, I took these pictures in the bathroom like a shameless 13-year-old girl.

I got all dressed up in my BRAND NEW RED DRESS and went to this fantastic play with my friends on Friday! Why?

To see this guy blow everyone away with his mad acting skills! 

And then after the show, my mature University friends celebrated by spitting their gum from the top of the stairwell. Apologies are in order as I apparently do not know how to hold a camera still. Also, watch closely and you can actually see the gum. Beauty.

The maturity continued late into the night with a McDonald's run, tomfoolery, and a sleepover.

Saturday was mainly taken up by errands. On an unrelated note, I rode like five different buses that morning. I went grocery shopping and bought LOTS of healthy food. Lots and lots and lots.

....and cleaned it and organized it and made it look pretty. I even have extra space now!

Sunday I went to church. I put on a nice springtime outfit and I was really excited about it, and then I ran upstairs and BOOM. Snow. Instant mood killer. I would have cried, if I didn't have the tear ducts of Sue Sylvester. (hah. Bonus points to whomever understands the irony!) In the evening we had an extra Institute Choir rehearsal in which we did an entire run-through of all of our songs for the concert. Our director brought butterhorns as bribery. Momma Froc's still reign supreme though...

The end!