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Hey muffets!
So it's 4:00 and I still have to get myself to frickin finish my philosophy book (200 pages leffffffffffft *DIES*) and create a whole seminar from it. Gahhhh. I'm proCRAStinatin'. I suck. So does the book. It's just terrible. Soooo much detail and useless writing and I hate it. *cries*
In other news, my mam is coming home all crispy and drunk tomorrow (lol actually she probably didn't get a tan at all and probably drank like one tiny drink once) from Mexico. I've missed her. She promised she'd be going to an internet cafe at least once and that she'd send me an email.....BUT SHE STILL HASN'T. She hates me. I sent her not one, not two, but THREE witty emails. Ingrate. Andre sent me a grainy cell phone picture of her sitting in front of this massive tropical drink. I doubt she actually had any of it. Heh.
So last weekend I went to watch my cousin play against Finland in the Bell Capital Cup. They had more supporters (you can hardly call them fans when the players are 12...) than the Ottawa team, which is preeeetty sad. Also finnish people sound funny :P Yeah so anyway it was quite exciting, I enjoyed it, which is odd, because usually I hate watching sports. But I do like hockey. So then that night I watched the sens game! I didn't know there was one, but I heard my neighbours that are above our unit yelling occasionally so I figured there was some sort of sporting event on. That was correct. Oh wait back to the Bell game....parents SUCK. There is absolutely NO NEED to yell at 12-year olds "Get in FRONT of the net! Shooot! In FRONT EDDIE!!!!!" "Iiiiiiiit's RAIDER TIIIIIIIIIIIIIIME!!!" <--what does that mean?? And the ever classic "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" STFU! They're 12-year olds! And they can't hear you, so don't tell them when to shoot, or how to shoot, OBVIOUSLY THEY KNOW THEY SHOULD BE IN FRONT OF THE NET. Ugh. Parents suck. Also the arena was freezing. Definitely in the freezing temperatures, could see the breath streaming out of the screaming parents.
As you may or may not know, I'm the MOST impressionable person EVER, it's a wonder I'm not an addict and an alcoholic. So anyway I was reading A Million Little Pieces (My Friend Leonard was soooooo sooo so much better FYI) and at one point he's eating this massive breakfast of pancakes, sausage, eggs, toast, etc. It was 2:00 a.m. when I was reading about that, so I decided to make myself pancakes the next day. I looove pancakes. So the next morning I made myself some pancakes using the most delicious recipe ever, but I wasn't paying attention, and I didn't cook them through, and so they looked amazing and smelled amazing, but the middles were all wet. It was disgusting. So I ate around the middle part. So sad. And I had myself an egg to go with them, but that failed too. I was putting pepper in it, and I kept shaking it but nothing was coming out.....then I realized I was actually holding the salt shaker, and that lots of salt was coming out, I just wasn't seeing it because I was looking for black pepper. So I had wet pancakes and extremely salty egg. It was definitely not anything like the guy in the book was eating. Boo.
I have read FOUR books this break, not one of them the book I actually have to finish. Guh. I will give you a rundown of them, because I feel like it.
Pillars of the Earth (Follett) - Loooong. But good. Really good story, similar to the Redwall books, not in that it involved small woodland animals and delicious feasting, but a ton of characters that were intricately connected. However, contained wayyyy too much disturbing sex. That sucked (ha! ew sorry).
Eat Pray Love (Gilbert) - Very good. Excellent writing style, funny. Also really meaningful. It didn't change my life, as was promised by some people, but I'm glad I read it.
Prisoner of Tehran (Nemat) - Also really good. Again, excellent writing style. Author was able to make you feel her terrifying experiences. The beginning was better than the end though. I hate when the endings aren't as good.
A Million Little Pieces (Frey) - I just realized that these last 3 are all memoirs. OK so this was pretty good. However I had already read My Friend Leonard, which is the sequel. So it was a little weird. I liked it, but not as much as the sequel. Had wayyyyyy too much disgustment i.e. having major dental surgery without any anaesthesia because he was in rehab and wasn't allowed drugs of any kind (the author has since been accused of making parts of his story up.....), pulling out stitches, really graphic vomiting scenes, and discussion of all sorts of gross bodily functions. Other than that, pretty good.
Okay I really have to go read my philo book or else. I hope you guys are having funnn and not sick (Julie).
Salty love,
~Becky xo
p.s. My cousin who lives in Toronto and who went to York found out I applied there, and she messaged me on facebook saying she hoped I came to live in Toronto and it made me feel warm and fuzzy inside. This isn't actually a great story. That's all :P
So it's 4:00 and I still have to get myself to frickin finish my philosophy book (200 pages leffffffffffft *DIES*) and create a whole seminar from it. Gahhhh. I'm proCRAStinatin'. I suck. So does the book. It's just terrible. Soooo much detail and useless writing and I hate it. *cries*
In other news, my mam is coming home all crispy and drunk tomorrow (lol actually she probably didn't get a tan at all and probably drank like one tiny drink once) from Mexico. I've missed her. She promised she'd be going to an internet cafe at least once and that she'd send me an email.....BUT SHE STILL HASN'T. She hates me. I sent her not one, not two, but THREE witty emails. Ingrate. Andre sent me a grainy cell phone picture of her sitting in front of this massive tropical drink. I doubt she actually had any of it. Heh.
So last weekend I went to watch my cousin play against Finland in the Bell Capital Cup. They had more supporters (you can hardly call them fans when the players are 12...) than the Ottawa team, which is preeeetty sad. Also finnish people sound funny :P Yeah so anyway it was quite exciting, I enjoyed it, which is odd, because usually I hate watching sports. But I do like hockey. So then that night I watched the sens game! I didn't know there was one, but I heard my neighbours that are above our unit yelling occasionally so I figured there was some sort of sporting event on. That was correct. Oh wait back to the Bell game....parents SUCK. There is absolutely NO NEED to yell at 12-year olds "Get in FRONT of the net! Shooot! In FRONT EDDIE!!!!!" "Iiiiiiiit's RAIDER TIIIIIIIIIIIIIIME!!!" <--what does that mean?? And the ever classic "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" STFU! They're 12-year olds! And they can't hear you, so don't tell them when to shoot, or how to shoot, OBVIOUSLY THEY KNOW THEY SHOULD BE IN FRONT OF THE NET. Ugh. Parents suck. Also the arena was freezing. Definitely in the freezing temperatures, could see the breath streaming out of the screaming parents.
As you may or may not know, I'm the MOST impressionable person EVER, it's a wonder I'm not an addict and an alcoholic. So anyway I was reading A Million Little Pieces (My Friend Leonard was soooooo sooo so much better FYI) and at one point he's eating this massive breakfast of pancakes, sausage, eggs, toast, etc. It was 2:00 a.m. when I was reading about that, so I decided to make myself pancakes the next day. I looove pancakes. So the next morning I made myself some pancakes using the most delicious recipe ever, but I wasn't paying attention, and I didn't cook them through, and so they looked amazing and smelled amazing, but the middles were all wet. It was disgusting. So I ate around the middle part. So sad. And I had myself an egg to go with them, but that failed too. I was putting pepper in it, and I kept shaking it but nothing was coming out.....then I realized I was actually holding the salt shaker, and that lots of salt was coming out, I just wasn't seeing it because I was looking for black pepper. So I had wet pancakes and extremely salty egg. It was definitely not anything like the guy in the book was eating. Boo.
I have read FOUR books this break, not one of them the book I actually have to finish. Guh. I will give you a rundown of them, because I feel like it.
Pillars of the Earth (Follett) - Loooong. But good. Really good story, similar to the Redwall books, not in that it involved small woodland animals and delicious feasting, but a ton of characters that were intricately connected. However, contained wayyyy too much disturbing sex. That sucked (ha! ew sorry).
Eat Pray Love (Gilbert) - Very good. Excellent writing style, funny. Also really meaningful. It didn't change my life, as was promised by some people, but I'm glad I read it.
Prisoner of Tehran (Nemat) - Also really good. Again, excellent writing style. Author was able to make you feel her terrifying experiences. The beginning was better than the end though. I hate when the endings aren't as good.
A Million Little Pieces (Frey) - I just realized that these last 3 are all memoirs. OK so this was pretty good. However I had already read My Friend Leonard, which is the sequel. So it was a little weird. I liked it, but not as much as the sequel. Had wayyyyyy too much disgustment i.e. having major dental surgery without any anaesthesia because he was in rehab and wasn't allowed drugs of any kind (the author has since been accused of making parts of his story up.....), pulling out stitches, really graphic vomiting scenes, and discussion of all sorts of gross bodily functions. Other than that, pretty good.
Okay I really have to go read my philo book or else. I hope you guys are having funnn and not sick (Julie).
Salty love,
~Becky xo
p.s. My cousin who lives in Toronto and who went to York found out I applied there, and she messaged me on facebook saying she hoped I came to live in Toronto and it made me feel warm and fuzzy inside. This isn't actually a great story. That's all :P