A++ would visit again
Musicals. Toronto. Talking about them would be good. And cleansing. Fuck you, ABBA.
4:45 is a singularly bad time to wake up at. Especially if your double-double arrives later than you expected. Then, I learned the hard way that Fruit Explosion muffins suck. I'd always eyed them, but never felt the need to buy one, because Blueberry was always available. Not this time. When I got to the slimey yellow bit.. ick. I drank a lot of milk, though. A lot.
Telling Gen she's annoying was very fun, though.
Indiana Jones' fedora thoroughly mystifies me. It's either magnetic or taped on. And, to my great delight, an Adam Sandler movie that didn't suck. It was just deranging. Fifty First Dates.
Toronto's a big city. And ugly. I didn't care for it. Amazing number of asians, too. I just checked, about 10.6% of the population is asian, but I saw more like 30-40%. Especially humourous when you go to a deli with a fat italian man on its logo, but you're served by a couple of tiny asian ladies. They had dubious meats. And they forgot to put the cheese on my sandwich.
Hairspray, I loved.
+ Queen Baltimore (Squiggle hand motions on top of head) Crabs!
+ Amber. I loved her, for some reason.
+ Cooties!
- Hey guys, I heard somewhere that racism might be bad confirm/deny?
+ Characters I actually cared about.
- Very weak first song. Ah-ah-ahwful.
+ The rest of the songs didn't suck
- Didn't really understand the promotion of obesity thing
+ Penny. I want to marry her. I bet she has braces.
+ Things actually happened in this musical.
A++ would see again.
Then we went to the Eaton Centre (big mall thing) with our laughably inflexible and quite possibly closeted french teacher. I had every intention of buying christmas gifts. Really. So I ended up buying Thief: Deadly Shadows and Knights of the Old Republic for Xbox instead. Go figure. A very cute asian sold me fries, though. And I ate frozen strawberry-kiwi yogourt. I described it at the time as a small piece of heaven. I stand by that. And I touched a Mac. Apparently, clicking doesn't do anything on those machines. I'll figure it out sometime next year when I get one of my own. I came within a hair's breadth of buying a "Learn German" CD to complement Sylika's "Learn Japanese" one, but I figured that I'd already wasted enough money for a night. So I went and bought a coffee. I wish every store was the Disney Store. Giant plushies. Yay.
Not furry.
Then we went to see Mamma Mia.
+ Pepper. Marry me. (Cute shirtless asian dancer yay)
+ Sky. Polygamy yay?
- The plot. Poor excuse to string together unrelated ABBA songs. It never progressed, ever.
- Shut UP, Sam.
+ The people watching the show were funny. Especially aforementionned french teacher.
- Ending comes out of fucking nowhere.
- The mom was a huge attention whore.
+ I liked the Dynamos.
- The characters were all very bland.
+/- I didn't know any of the songs beforehand
- Donna's a whiny bitch.
I didn't like Mamma Mia.
David gracefully dodge the elephant in the room by shotgunning a bed with Joey and leaving me in the bed with the guy who doesn't know I'm gay. Classy. And I somehow spent a long long time reading Cosmo with Sylika. That's odd.
Oh, and unprecedented levels of ick with Martine's sister and David's apparent crush on her. I just don't understand why he's so determined to get a girlfriend or whatever. Might be just me. Still, the not-treatment of 9th graders as inferiors is freaky.
Found a Cherry Blaster in my shoe. Ick.
I despise How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days. Suckiest movie ever. I also thought I liked Root Beer. I don't.
This is going to be a rough weekend, especially since I have to get up early tomorrow since I'm stuck going to work with me mum. Fuck. I think I'll go to bed.
4:45 is a singularly bad time to wake up at. Especially if your double-double arrives later than you expected. Then, I learned the hard way that Fruit Explosion muffins suck. I'd always eyed them, but never felt the need to buy one, because Blueberry was always available. Not this time. When I got to the slimey yellow bit.. ick. I drank a lot of milk, though. A lot.
Telling Gen she's annoying was very fun, though.
Indiana Jones' fedora thoroughly mystifies me. It's either magnetic or taped on. And, to my great delight, an Adam Sandler movie that didn't suck. It was just deranging. Fifty First Dates.
Toronto's a big city. And ugly. I didn't care for it. Amazing number of asians, too. I just checked, about 10.6% of the population is asian, but I saw more like 30-40%. Especially humourous when you go to a deli with a fat italian man on its logo, but you're served by a couple of tiny asian ladies. They had dubious meats. And they forgot to put the cheese on my sandwich.
Hairspray, I loved.
+ Queen Baltimore (Squiggle hand motions on top of head) Crabs!
+ Amber. I loved her, for some reason.
+ Cooties!
- Hey guys, I heard somewhere that racism might be bad confirm/deny?
+ Characters I actually cared about.
- Very weak first song. Ah-ah-ahwful.
+ The rest of the songs didn't suck
- Didn't really understand the promotion of obesity thing
+ Penny. I want to marry her. I bet she has braces.
+ Things actually happened in this musical.
A++ would see again.
Then we went to the Eaton Centre (big mall thing) with our laughably inflexible and quite possibly closeted french teacher. I had every intention of buying christmas gifts. Really. So I ended up buying Thief: Deadly Shadows and Knights of the Old Republic for Xbox instead. Go figure. A very cute asian sold me fries, though. And I ate frozen strawberry-kiwi yogourt. I described it at the time as a small piece of heaven. I stand by that. And I touched a Mac. Apparently, clicking doesn't do anything on those machines. I'll figure it out sometime next year when I get one of my own. I came within a hair's breadth of buying a "Learn German" CD to complement Sylika's "Learn Japanese" one, but I figured that I'd already wasted enough money for a night. So I went and bought a coffee. I wish every store was the Disney Store. Giant plushies. Yay.
Not furry.
Then we went to see Mamma Mia.
+ Pepper. Marry me. (Cute shirtless asian dancer yay)
+ Sky. Polygamy yay?
- The plot. Poor excuse to string together unrelated ABBA songs. It never progressed, ever.
- Shut UP, Sam.
+ The people watching the show were funny. Especially aforementionned french teacher.
- Ending comes out of fucking nowhere.
- The mom was a huge attention whore.
+ I liked the Dynamos.
- The characters were all very bland.
+/- I didn't know any of the songs beforehand
- Donna's a whiny bitch.
I didn't like Mamma Mia.
David gracefully dodge the elephant in the room by shotgunning a bed with Joey and leaving me in the bed with the guy who doesn't know I'm gay. Classy. And I somehow spent a long long time reading Cosmo with Sylika. That's odd.
Oh, and unprecedented levels of ick with Martine's sister and David's apparent crush on her. I just don't understand why he's so determined to get a girlfriend or whatever. Might be just me. Still, the not-treatment of 9th graders as inferiors is freaky.
Found a Cherry Blaster in my shoe. Ick.
I despise How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days. Suckiest movie ever. I also thought I liked Root Beer. I don't.
This is going to be a rough weekend, especially since I have to get up early tomorrow since I'm stuck going to work with me mum. Fuck. I think I'll go to bed.