April Showers bring May Flowers

Yesterday evening, as I walked out my front door into a spring twilight, I inhaled a beautiful scent, much as Amay had, as mentioned on her blog. I walked with Chris to the junction of Sherwood Forest Rd. and Sir Lancelot Rd. where we parted ways. I continued to Alana's house. We met up and, as we were walking, it started drizzling and eventually a heavy spring rain poured down upon us. Strangely, it was not cold, but it wasn't muggy either. It was just perfect to keep us cool, although I had not a jacket, I was pleasantly contented with my surroundings.
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In contrast with my title, we did not have to wait until May to witness flowers. There were, in fact, numerous blossoms upon the ground and falling at our very feet. I am not usually one to extoll spring as it oft signifies the end of the ski season at the inopportune time when it is too cold and rainy to swim outside. Yesterday was an exception to the rule. I happened to stay up until 5am or so and saw the moon setting with clouds sparsely hanging in front of it. I, regretfully, did not capture it on camera, but the image is, indeed, engrained in my mind, and I will, once more, randomly interupt my sentence with some adverb or conjunction.
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Back to Friday. I took a cab to the ferry, got on the ferry, fell asleep, (waking up isn't too marvelous of a feat), got off the ferry, met my uncle at Horses Hoe Bay :P, went to my grandma's house, was treated to a 3/4 lb. beef burger at Wendy's and then attended this hardcore SFU function. It was held in the new residence dining hall which is specifically designed to be "loud", according to the designers, because it was believed that students liked such an atmosphere. Anyways, there was catered food, a jazz combo and whatnot. I got to mingle with some hardcore administrators at SFU and meet some other scholarship winners. I shook hands with a guy I didn't know, got a free folder and left.
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Afterwards, I was incredibly tired, so naturally, I went to a late movie with my Uncle Stu starting at 10:40. I debated ordering a Whopper at the movie theater, but I didn't need any more beef that day. I saw The Interpreter and definitely recommend it. That night, morning rather, I slept quite well. {Saturday} On the ferry back, I was gonna sleep, but I first went outside and did some French hw. When I came back in, I did some more work and then this guy from France saw what I was doing and we started talking. I asked him some random questions about auxiliary verbs and prepositions for getting onto/into cars and buses. He ranted a little about how Quebeckers speak weird French.
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Getting back home, I slept intermittently until Gregg arrived to give me a drum lesson. I pretty much did quads while sleeping, but then improved a little. My BDC is way crappy. Refer to top, for the next timeframe.
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{Sunday} Those brackets look cool. Today I played the piano for at least 2 hours, practiced the guitar for 1, played tennis for 1 and studied for 2. Now my mind is foggy and I hope for 11 hours of sleep. I decided to learn a really hardcore piano piece, but I'm not sure if I can put in the effort. If I do, I know it'll be 100% worth it. Guitar comp. is this week, but sadly I didn't enter. Maybe Richard, Adam and some shredders will go in. Jesse wanted to enter, because he has his six string bass, and I mean, c'mon, six strings. That's crazy awesome. Listen up for some decent noise emanating from our school this week.
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Oh yah. Prom is this week. Party on Garth. Party on Wayne.
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Speaking of such, I tried to play Bohemian Rhapsody today on the guitar . . . somewhat unsuccessfully if I might add. Nonetheless, a humbling, yet awesome experience.