My weekend was pretty awesome. I can't remember Saturday for some reason, and it's NOT because I partied. I don't do that kind of stuff. But Sunday, I had church. It was pretty depressing, considering they were talking about the shooting up in Connecticut. But, after church, I got to go to my girlfriends house. We watched 21 Jump Street, and The Help. The Help was surprisingly good, but way racist. I stayed there for dinner, and we had pineapple ham, macaroni shells with white cheese, green beans (the best I've ever had), and conrbread pancakes. Then, my parents came over to pick me up, and it turned out that my mom already knew my girlfriends mother, and I was pretty terrified. Then I found out that her dad has biceps as big as my head. Now, I don't want to meet her dad. But, all-in-all, I had an amazing weekend.