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It's ironic that my name on here is "akidcalledsteph"- I really prefer to be called stephanie. When I am calledsteph, it is usally not by choice. Especially from my dad- who does it just to feel like we're buddies. I am sooooooooooooooooooooo fucking tired- just zoned out. I can't seem to sleep normally, my eyes hurt, I may be getting a cold... yeah, I will whine. Whine whine whine. Suck it down.
I miss the guinea pigs. They are at my mom's house- livin the high life and getting spoiled. They rock- and their meeping is music to my kitchen.
My sorel boots are so warm- so warm and so ugly. I want a new pair of winter boots. But boots are expensivo and I'll probably need quite the pretty penny to pay for hydro next month. My good news of the day is the Y paid me about twice what I expected. Thank you YMCA.
Goals for the evening-
finish my scarf
wrap gifts.
Merry Scottish Christmas, kids. That's right- Christmas with Andrew's dad is tomorrow. I am making red risotto- and a salad with avocado- red and green. Fuck yeah. I hope Dave doesn't think my gifts for him are really lame.
We are having a partay soon- I hope everyone who reads this pens it in. I like foodie parties. You know what else I like? Almonds. I love almonds.
I went to the Doctor in London- before they started attacking my veins in search of blood- and she gave me the thumbs up on veganism. She was very supportive and happy that I was livin la vegan loca (that so doesn't make sense...) up with my Doctor- hooray for Dr. Bryk.
I saw the first floor of the ROM today- it looks sweeeeeeeet. Actually, it really does look pretty cool- nice couches. Museums need more couches- they can be overwhelming. Christopher Walken came to the Discovery Room the other day (Monday)- how cooool is that, man. I wish I'd been there. I wonder if he touched our canopic jar. Then I could tell people "Egyptians in 400 BCE AND Christopher Walken have touched this jar!".
Andrew is at a SEGS shindig. I sort of went to it but then felt really unwelcome so I'm campin out in his office chair listening to loud students in the hall. As soon as he is back, we are going to Pickering- let the good times roll.
I miss the guinea pigs. They are at my mom's house- livin the high life and getting spoiled. They rock- and their meeping is music to my kitchen.
My sorel boots are so warm- so warm and so ugly. I want a new pair of winter boots. But boots are expensivo and I'll probably need quite the pretty penny to pay for hydro next month. My good news of the day is the Y paid me about twice what I expected. Thank you YMCA.
Goals for the evening-
finish my scarf
wrap gifts.
Merry Scottish Christmas, kids. That's right- Christmas with Andrew's dad is tomorrow. I am making red risotto- and a salad with avocado- red and green. Fuck yeah. I hope Dave doesn't think my gifts for him are really lame.
We are having a partay soon- I hope everyone who reads this pens it in. I like foodie parties. You know what else I like? Almonds. I love almonds.
I went to the Doctor in London- before they started attacking my veins in search of blood- and she gave me the thumbs up on veganism. She was very supportive and happy that I was livin la vegan loca (that so doesn't make sense...) up with my Doctor- hooray for Dr. Bryk.
I saw the first floor of the ROM today- it looks sweeeeeeeet. Actually, it really does look pretty cool- nice couches. Museums need more couches- they can be overwhelming. Christopher Walken came to the Discovery Room the other day (Monday)- how cooool is that, man. I wish I'd been there. I wonder if he touched our canopic jar. Then I could tell people "Egyptians in 400 BCE AND Christopher Walken have touched this jar!".
Andrew is at a SEGS shindig. I sort of went to it but then felt really unwelcome so I'm campin out in his office chair listening to loud students in the hall. As soon as he is back, we are going to Pickering- let the good times roll.