I am so bored that I am posting on lj.
Things I did in the past little while:
1. Saw Twilight. It was truly truly, fucking jgflhajgaj awful. But great at the same time, really, because it was mostly just this very pussy-looking teenage boy sparkling in the sunlight like he'd been doused with Lemon Pledge. It actually kinda made me want to drink Lemon Pledge, come to think of it.
2. Saw Doubt and Benjamin Button with the glorious, lovely and amazing Danielle "Almost as Big a Jew as Emilie" Fagen. On Christmas Day. AND THEN WE WENT OUT FOR CHINESE FOOD. It was basically the best day ever.
3. Had another best day ever, which consisted of me going to my neighbors' house and eating latkes and pitchaw with pretty much the entire Yiddish theatre/Jewish population of Montreal/everyone who has ever had the last name of Steinberg, Bergstein, or any variation thereof.
4. Gave Southmayd (badass english teacher, for moolie and alw) some scotch for Christmas. Also a book and some jello, but the scotch was the highlight of it. And by highlight I mean I totally fucking SAT in her KITCHEN and just fucking HUNG OUT and it was SUPERBADASS.
5. Bought a bathing suit...
6. Thought about packing for Florida, because I leave in 5 days holy shit what the hell does one bring for two weeks in Fort Lauderdale, please help, for real!?
7. Mailed out my college applications, to the tune of approximately 500$ including postage and app fees.
8. Made some artses with John Smellio, consisting of being extremely cold for prolonged periods of time and using my multi-tool for various nefarious purposes.
9. Caught a cold which is at the moment forcing me to have an ice pack on my head in order to make my fever go down a little. (It's one of those soft ice packs, so I can type while still having it on my head, by the way. I'm not like...writing this one handedly like a big tard or anything.
10. Had some fucking nutella for dinner because there is no food whatsoever in my house, and I am eyeing my turtles with unbridled lust and a frying pan in hand (not really, I'm sure I would get really sick if I ate my turtles...)
And that, my hookers, is an even 10. Much like what my pants size will be if I continue to eat nutella instead of real food.
1. Saw Twilight. It was truly truly, fucking jgflhajgaj awful. But great at the same time, really, because it was mostly just this very pussy-looking teenage boy sparkling in the sunlight like he'd been doused with Lemon Pledge. It actually kinda made me want to drink Lemon Pledge, come to think of it.
2. Saw Doubt and Benjamin Button with the glorious, lovely and amazing Danielle "Almost as Big a Jew as Emilie" Fagen. On Christmas Day. AND THEN WE WENT OUT FOR CHINESE FOOD. It was basically the best day ever.
3. Had another best day ever, which consisted of me going to my neighbors' house and eating latkes and pitchaw with pretty much the entire Yiddish theatre/Jewish population of Montreal/everyone who has ever had the last name of Steinberg, Bergstein, or any variation thereof.
4. Gave Southmayd (badass english teacher, for moolie and alw) some scotch for Christmas. Also a book and some jello, but the scotch was the highlight of it. And by highlight I mean I totally fucking SAT in her KITCHEN and just fucking HUNG OUT and it was SUPERBADASS.
5. Bought a bathing suit...
6. Thought about packing for Florida, because I leave in 5 days holy shit what the hell does one bring for two weeks in Fort Lauderdale, please help, for real!?
7. Mailed out my college applications, to the tune of approximately 500$ including postage and app fees.
8. Made some artses with John Smellio, consisting of being extremely cold for prolonged periods of time and using my multi-tool for various nefarious purposes.
9. Caught a cold which is at the moment forcing me to have an ice pack on my head in order to make my fever go down a little. (It's one of those soft ice packs, so I can type while still having it on my head, by the way. I'm not like...writing this one handedly like a big tard or anything.
10. Had some fucking nutella for dinner because there is no food whatsoever in my house, and I am eyeing my turtles with unbridled lust and a frying pan in hand (not really, I'm sure I would get really sick if I ate my turtles...)
And that, my hookers, is an even 10. Much like what my pants size will be if I continue to eat nutella instead of real food.