Backgammon

Ol' Smokie

Blessings

You're going to have to die, John

Nothing to do with anything, but the second comment is hilarious.

I'm a Pisces

Ash Circle

Feeling: contemplative

Juliet did not deserve that. How the hell did those chains get wrapped around her so fast? WHY WASN'T IT KATE? And then they showed her at the bottom of the pit and all I could think was "Don't be alive. Please don't be alive." BUT SHE WAS. WHY WASN'T IT KATE?

Why do people always fall on this show? At least three planes fall out of the sky (815, 316 and the drug smugglers), Boone falls from a tree (and dies), Locke falls down a well (and meets Lassie... er, Christian) and Juliet falls gets dragged down into this insanely deep pit. I WISH THE JEEP HAD GOTTEN DRAGGED IN. That guy was an ass. Poor Jimmy Barret Phil, though. Kind of funny at the same time.

People should totally listen to Miles, though. And he called Chang "dad", aww.

And oh my gosh, poor Ben. Poor, poor Ben. He is so evil, yet such a sympathetic character. Why was he never good enough for anyone? What was so wrong with him?

For some reason, I thought Jacob would be a character we already knew. I thought he might be Locke. And I was so wrong, but not completely. I knew that the box would have Locke's body in it. Even though they tried to hide it. The thing is, when they try so hard to hide it, you know it's going to be something so obvious. Like the LaFleur = Sawyer thing at the beginning of this season. Especially since he had a line before they revealed his face. That was seriously kind of lame.

BLACK ON WHITE. WHY WAS IT BLACK ON WHITE AT THE END? THAT IS SCREWED UP.

My theory? Everyone goes back to 2004 (or whatever year it was) and 815 crashes, just like it did. And for all the characters, this event occurs right after The Incident, even though it's 30 years in the future. So they know everything. And they get to do it right this time. Except, I don't know how this would make an entire season. And it would kind of be a cop out. Like, it was all a dream!

And who is Not!Locke, really? We never got a name. I have a feeling he's someone we already know, but I always think that. I do think he's the guy behind Dead Christian Walking though, as Locke appears to be actually dead, and Christian definitely was dead. Both Jacob and Loophole Guy seem to be running around affecting events, so was the entire plot of the show just a way for Loophole Guy to kill Jacob? Jacob must have known, as he was running around manipulating events. There had to be a plan. So if Ben was answering to Jacob, was Widmore answering to LHG?

On a lighter note, yay Vincent! And I love that Rose and Bernard were "retired". They're so right, it's always something with those Losties. So what if Jack's got a HYDROGEN BOMB?

Hurley's good at saving the day with that Dharma bus.

THE BOMB, THOUGH. That was not an explosion at the end. Bright white flash =/= explosion. In the Lostiverse, bright white flash = time traveling. Would that put everyone back in 2004? Though it was only the 70's that flashed. CONFUSED.

And who's coming, Jacob, who? THESE PEOPLE NEED TO START SAYING NAMES.

I am just so drained now. And my brain hurts.

Feeling: crazy

I was going to title this "Update" (because I'm just that creative), but I really don't have anything to update. Life proceeds as normal. I wake up, go to work, come home, watch TV, struggle to get through a book I've been reading for months (seriously, it's boring as hell. Which is a saying I don't really understand. I don't imagine Hell is very boring. Painful and burn-inducing? Yes. Boring? No. Especially if there's a singing and dancing Robot Devil. That's what-cha get on level five.), go to bed, and repeat. Almost as boring as "To Green Angel Tower". Seriously Tad Williams, wise up. You can get away with boring beginnings, but boring endings are something I just can't get past. Especially when they are boring endings for pain-in-the-ass characters. Neither Simon or Miriamel are endearing. More Eolair, please. Even more Vorsheva would be nice. She's interesting, in a crazy kind of way. I'd even be fine with more Guthwulf, though all he's done for the last two books is wander around eating bugs.

Anyways, I guess the only update worthy thing I have is that I'm for sure going to the U of A next year, I have a spot is residence, and I have a good amount of money in the bank. Enough for a year of tuition and residence fees. And I still have five more months of work. Plus the Rutherford scholarship which I have yet to apply for.

So I guess you could say life is good, since it's all going according to plan. I like plans. This one has just turned out a little dull.

Feeling: cold

SOMEBODY ATE MY PIZZA.

Seriously, who goes into the walk-in/refrigerator at their work, sees three eighths of a pizza sitting there and thinks, "Oh, that must be mine." Who does that? WHO?

But, you know, if that's the worst of my problems, life is pretty good. I applied to the U of A last Friday, and got a two dollar tip at work today. Oh, and someone didn't want their penny, so I took that too. I might just have enough for tuition!

And I went through last fall's course catalogue and wrote down all the first year courses I'm interested in. The total? Twenty-five. Yeah. And you only take 30 credits per year. I guess I'll have to narrow it down. :(

Tags: food, school, work
Feeling: cold
Current Music: my dog grumbling

I had such good plans for New Years. These involved baking up a storm, and stuffing my face with the fruits of my labours while watching The Dark Knight (again) and falling asleep on the couch before ten o'clock. Obviously, these didn't work out, as it is now long past ten and I'm still awake.

Instead, I had to go to work for six hours on my day off because some kid decided that no, he didn't want to work today, even though he knew full well that he was supposed to. So I got to drive home - paranoid that I was going to hit a patch of ice and slide off the road - to an empty house, and because I'm sick of turkey, eat an expired salad from work and a rock-hard pear because I was too impatient to wait for it to ripen. And now I've been staring at this computer screen for three hours.

And I was too busy mourning the Toblerone that I had forgotten I had eaten to realize that hey, it was midnight. And officially 2009.

Happy New Year, everyone.

Feeling: cold
Current Music: Re-Education (Through Labor) - Rise Against

An update! How odd.

So, it finally snowed last week, and now it's actually starting to feel like winter, bad roads and all. Seriously, it takes me forever to drive anywhere these days. Especially since there's a huge ice sheet right at the corner of my street where I have to turn. It sucks. But I still love winter!

Morley came home for a week and I got to see her. Twice! She came over Wednesday morning and we had milk and oatmeal raisin cookies and she told me to hurry up and apply to the U of A. I will, I swear! And then she and I went to WEM to do some shopping. We went to HMV and I bought my brother the new Killers CD for Christmas. And then, I was standing around in the anime section while Morley looked around, and I found a DVD set of The Legend of Zelda animated TV show. It didn't even belong in that section, but I'm glad some lazy person just stuck it there, because otherwise I wouldn't have known it even existed. So I got it for my sister for Christmas. I hope she'll think it's funny (I seem to remember her complaining about Link having brown hair in the show instead of blonde). I also got the two Coheed and Cambria CD's I didn't have, as a birthday present to myself, and then had a really random conversation with the cashier about their comic books. Which I have never been able to find.

And then we went to Chapter's and I didn't get anything! But I did see a book that looks very interesting. I should have got it, but the lineups were long so I didn't bother. Morley went to a bunch of random hobby stores and Chinese bakeries, and I just kind of followed her around, until we passed Rocky Mountain Soap. She wasn't going to come in because of her allergies, but she did after a minute and even managed to find the free cookies before even I did. And she had to point them out to me like five times before I finally found them. My cookie-radar obviously needs a tune up. Anyways, I bought some Peppermint Lip Butter and the peppermint oil in it makes my lips tingle.

Later, we met up with Jen, Chantelle, Sierra and Derrick and we all went out to dinner. It was so nice to see people, especially Jen, since I hadn't seen her since the end of August. Since I'm mostly working 9-5 shifts at work now, and I got a Saturday or Sunday off each week, maybe I'll actually go out and get myself a social life.

And I'm so addicted to this song and I don't know why. I've been listening to it over and over since Sunday. At least I like this song, since the rest of the album is a little dissapointing. I think it would have been hard to top Good Apollo Volume One, but The End Complete doesn't even compare to Willing Well. Blah.

4 days until Alanna's 18th birthday
15 days until Christmas
21 days until New Year's Eve

Tags: music, shopping, snow
Feeling: cold
Current Music: Gravemakers & Gunslingers - Coheed and Cambria

This has totally made my day. My smile makes my face hurt.

And yes, that is a TV show I'm getting all excited about. And yes, I'm aware of how sad that is.

Feeling: excited

So today was an absolute crapshoot. (Hey, that rhymes!)

Last Thursday the lower left side of my jaw started swelling up and by yesterday it was really swollen. My mom took me to emergency, where my sore face got jabbed at by a vicious doctor and then today I had to go back to the oral surgeon for emergency surgery. Two surgeries in as many months! I'm doing good, guys! Anyway, it was infected because some food (or as the surgeon called it, "groceries") got stuck in there and so they had to clean it out. Stupid gravity. It causes so many problems.

Tomorrow was supposed to be my last day at Sobey's but my mom's insisting that I'm not allowed to go to work because I had surgery. It's not like it's even real surgery; they put me to sleep and cut into my jaw. Whoop-de-doo. Plus, I'm only "impaired" for 24 hours, so that means I'd be fine by tomorrow afternoon. It's not like I even feel bad right now, but mother dearest is acting like the surgeon accidentally removed half my brain.

And my nose is sticky for some reason. Whatever, I'm going to go make some apple crisp.

Feeling: sore

We got digital TV the other day, and guess what channel we now get. Teletoon Retro! Which can only mean one thing...

ReBoot!

Twice a day, everyday. No longer do I have to watch blurry videos YouTube to get my ReBoot fix! The only way this could get any better would be if I could watch them on Kyle's big flatscreen TV. But I don't think he's willing to move it out of his room. Ah, well.

I was kind of hoping Rocket Robin Hood would be on, too, but I suppose it's actually better that it isn't. Though it would be hilarious if it was, and it could serve as a "this is your brain on drugs" warning to kids everywhere.

Well, I have a new job, or I suppose, I will have a new job on November 6. My mother got me to agree to come work for her by whooing me with the promise of $12/hr and the fact that her store is heated. I swear, they don't heat the Meat and Seafood departments. They're air conditioned all year long. Which sucks.

Anyways, so now I'll get to make pizzas all day. Which actually sounds kind of fun, especially when compared to what I'm doing now.

So, yesterday was my mom's birthday, and I made her a tiramisu cake. Which I didn't actually finish until about midnight last night, because I had to get the mascarpone when I went to work last night and I didn't get home until about 7:30. So I'm not sure how it tastes, since it's still sitting in the fridge. But all the individual parts tasted good, so I'm hopeful. The only problem I had was that I ended up with more coffee syrup than I logically should of. 1/2 cup + 2 tbsp =/= over 3/4 cup. It just doesn't.

Tags: baking, birthday, work
Feeling: blah

Guys, I don't think I could ever make it as a vegetarian. I haven't had meat in five days and all I want is a nice steak. Or a lamb chop. Or even some chicken, since I doubt I could chew a steak. I would also like some salad. But no raw vegetables for two months. Any bets how long I'll actually make it without cramming a carrot in my face? It doesn't help that all I've done these past four days is watch the Food Network. Note to self: when you can barely manage to chew rice, don't watch hours upon hours of people eating real food; it'll only make things worse. I did eat a peach today, but now my jaw aches. :(

Other than a sore jaw and the fact that I look like a close relative of Alvin the chipmunk, I actually feel not so bad for being down four wisdom teeth. I felt way worse on Tuesday after I ate some bad sour cream. The worst I've felt since the surgery was actually about fifteen minutes after I woke up, when they were trying to get me to take my painkiller. I just felt so sore and nauseous and uncomfortable that I burst into tears. Apparently it's normal to be emotional afterwards, but still. The nurse ended up giving me a litre of fluid through my IV, including two different medications for nausea. Good thing that's over, though my antibiotics do make my stomach a little jumpy.

Other than that, the whole thing was way easier than I thought it would be. I sat down, they stuck an IV in me, my face felt all tingly, the anesthesiologist told me to have a good sleep and then I was waking up in the recovery room. They had warm blankets! And I got two. I wouldn't have complained about getting a third one, either. At some point the guy two beds down from me woke up and starting talking. And talking. And talking. He started talking to me after awhile, but I couldn't understand a word he was saying with all the gauze packed in his mouth. He may have said "chillin'" at some point, but I really can't be sure. So I just nodded, and smiled, which was probably a little creepy, since I had blood all over my teeth, lips, chin and jaw. Yeah, that was a sight to see.

Not much to say besides that. It was pretty straightforward. I just hope my swelling has gone down by Monday and that I can eat real food again soon.

Feeling: sore