Okay, I have a maple-flavored confession: I'm kind of excited for the Battle of the Blades. Why? Let's see. I like cheesy dance competitions. I was forced to like figure skating by my Mom, although lingering bitterness towards Elvis Stojko remains. I often tolerate hockey. Combine these things and CBC's low production values and sense of ( Read more... )

As a continuation of my 3-Day Novel Fail, I've collected some of my most misanthropic lines so you can share in the gloom.

Something I forgot to say yesterday was that, after I realized my novel was going South, South 'til it had gone all the way around and was going North, North, I made one addition. Inspired by my recent Penguin Gothic Reds kick, ( Read more... )

Sorry about my absence. You know how in horror movies, there's always a moment when the hero/ine thinks the danger is past, and the monster is killed? And they turn around to breathe a sigh of relief, but over their shoulder we see the ghoul sit right back up and make a grab at them, and we know this will be the worst battle. School was kind of ( Read more... )

Holy Moley, I forgot I hadn't updated in such a long time. It felt shorter, I assure you. Not that there has been any significant changes since the last time I wrote anything. I had completed the pieces for the top of my quilt, until it was decided by mom that we needed another row. Since I have hardly any fabric left, it's going to require some ( Read more... )

In the weeks since I’ve been home, I’ve tried my hardest to turn my once pristine room into Fresh Kills in miniature. Okay, it’s not like there’s rotting food or anything- yet- but my room has recently been carpeted by a fine shag of receipts, letters, old newspapers, and knitting books. All of which, in this muggy weather, will be picked up by ( Read more... )