I'm tired of overthinking stuff and longing for complicated things. Right now my wants are simple, though they're things that can hardly come easy.
I want a whirlwind romance, or at least someone to like. I want to do well in school. I want to bake and lose weight at the same time(like that's possible). I want money, though no job. I want to hang out with friends and paint for fun and get my G1.
I think most of that is attainable. Except the G1 right now thanks to the strike.
I may be fooling myself, but right now I want to think that my life is simple.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Friday, October 9, 2009
I can't take this anymore. My mother is always upset, my sister is always acting like a bitch, the two of them are constantly fighting, and I always end up in the middle of it. Otherwise I just listen while they slam doors and scream and I sit alone and cry, because this never happened before my father died.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Monday, October 5, 2009
never have your dog stuffed: and other things i've learned
Imaan gave me the first of Alan Alda's autobiographies today :) She got it for only a buck.
My old (and still favourite) art teacher found me wandering the halls after school today, putting up food drive posters with Nadia and Kate. She gave me a few papers about the Marion Drysdale awards, awards for creative works by Ontario high school students. Only one entry per school is allowed and this teacher wants mine to be that one :) If by some longshot I win, I get $300. Not too shabby, eh?
Aside from homework galore, today's been an awesome day.
There's a boy in my law class that I've been friends with for a while. We talked through the York U presentation today and I remembered how awesome this kid is. At lunch Kate and I were sitting in the courtyard, as usual, when he came out in just a wifebeater to talk to us. It was freakin cold and Kate and I realized that this kid is freakin tank. The law trip on Thursday isn't looking so bad now :)
My new kid buddy in English class got stung by a bee on his lip last Thursday. I still can't figure out how. But he was absent the next day. When I got to class today he told me it was because his lip turned black and he had to see a doctor. Poor guy. But it was so cute, he was pulling on his lip and trying to explain how they had to pull out the stinger. And the whole time I'm just like "omg that must have hurt!"
And then there's the old new kid in my art class, who I was trying to befriend last year. Didn't happen, but there's always this year, eh? Last week I thought he said something about my painting as I walked by, but I was walking so quickly I didn't process it until afterwards and then I couldn't figure out if he was talking to me or not and then I felt bad. Today I was swinging my painting around, trying to keep it from whacking people in the head, and he called across the class "What values are in yours?" I couldn't figure out if he was talking to me or not, but I was the only one swinging her painting around, but again, I didn't process this until later. And if he was talking to me both of those times, now he thinks I'm a bitch. Grr.
Babble babble babble. Looks like I'll be up late tonight working on homework. Cause I've been procrastinating and watching the Empire Strikes Back.
My old (and still favourite) art teacher found me wandering the halls after school today, putting up food drive posters with Nadia and Kate. She gave me a few papers about the Marion Drysdale awards, awards for creative works by Ontario high school students. Only one entry per school is allowed and this teacher wants mine to be that one :) If by some longshot I win, I get $300. Not too shabby, eh?
Aside from homework galore, today's been an awesome day.
There's a boy in my law class that I've been friends with for a while. We talked through the York U presentation today and I remembered how awesome this kid is. At lunch Kate and I were sitting in the courtyard, as usual, when he came out in just a wifebeater to talk to us. It was freakin cold and Kate and I realized that this kid is freakin tank. The law trip on Thursday isn't looking so bad now :)
My new kid buddy in English class got stung by a bee on his lip last Thursday. I still can't figure out how. But he was absent the next day. When I got to class today he told me it was because his lip turned black and he had to see a doctor. Poor guy. But it was so cute, he was pulling on his lip and trying to explain how they had to pull out the stinger. And the whole time I'm just like "omg that must have hurt!"
And then there's the old new kid in my art class, who I was trying to befriend last year. Didn't happen, but there's always this year, eh? Last week I thought he said something about my painting as I walked by, but I was walking so quickly I didn't process it until afterwards and then I couldn't figure out if he was talking to me or not and then I felt bad. Today I was swinging my painting around, trying to keep it from whacking people in the head, and he called across the class "What values are in yours?" I couldn't figure out if he was talking to me or not, but I was the only one swinging her painting around, but again, I didn't process this until later. And if he was talking to me both of those times, now he thinks I'm a bitch. Grr.
Babble babble babble. Looks like I'll be up late tonight working on homework. Cause I've been procrastinating and watching the Empire Strikes Back.
Friday, October 2, 2009
Drama needs to stop. People need to stop with the hating. At least as publicly as they do. People need to stop sneering at people, talking as loudly as they can about others, and telling ridiculously stupid jokes about each other.
I've heard two jokes today about two people that I genuinely like. If they had heard they would have been so hurt.
People need to get a heart.
I've heard two jokes today about two people that I genuinely like. If they had heard they would have been so hurt.
People need to get a heart.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
I daydream a lot. And people ask me a lot what I'm daydreaming about. I always say "nothing" because the truth is usually pretty bizarre.
Examples.
The Jonas Brothers and I are personal friends. One day they need me for something and Nick pops up at my writer's craft class door, trying to grab my attention. Of course half the class sees him, including my friend who's JoBro obsessed. I have no idea about this daydream. I don't even like the Jonas Brothers.
The previous one is often repeated, the JoBros replaced with people like the HP cast or the Skins cast.
Once I actually daydreamed about the kid that plays Chris suddenly popping up in the field I was walking across. He asked me for directions or something and Im like "Hey you're that guy!" and we somehow bond in like 3 minutes and I invite him over to Zooey's with me (thats where I was headed), he agrees, and Zooey and I become close friends with whats-his-name.
Another daydream is just old guy friends (usually older and cooler than I remember them) who are driving by and see me and theyre like "Hey!" and we rebond and go do something.
Other daydreams are about people I know. Like the cute new kid in English class. Today we were kind of matching, both wearing Yale prep-esque sweaters. This somehow led my spazzing brain to think that we would make an adorable couple. Crazy.
Those are some of my little daydreams. Others involve me doing things totally out of character, like standing up for myself in the loudest possible ways, like telling kids or teachers to 'fuck off'. Or completely disproving a teacher's theories. Or jumping out of a window and sprouting wings.
Point is, I love daydreams. They're usually crazy, but they are a ridiculously fun way to amuse oneself and pass the time.
Examples.
The Jonas Brothers and I are personal friends. One day they need me for something and Nick pops up at my writer's craft class door, trying to grab my attention. Of course half the class sees him, including my friend who's JoBro obsessed. I have no idea about this daydream. I don't even like the Jonas Brothers.
The previous one is often repeated, the JoBros replaced with people like the HP cast or the Skins cast.
Once I actually daydreamed about the kid that plays Chris suddenly popping up in the field I was walking across. He asked me for directions or something and Im like "Hey you're that guy!" and we somehow bond in like 3 minutes and I invite him over to Zooey's with me (thats where I was headed), he agrees, and Zooey and I become close friends with whats-his-name.
Another daydream is just old guy friends (usually older and cooler than I remember them) who are driving by and see me and theyre like "Hey!" and we rebond and go do something.
Other daydreams are about people I know. Like the cute new kid in English class. Today we were kind of matching, both wearing Yale prep-esque sweaters. This somehow led my spazzing brain to think that we would make an adorable couple. Crazy.
Those are some of my little daydreams. Others involve me doing things totally out of character, like standing up for myself in the loudest possible ways, like telling kids or teachers to 'fuck off'. Or completely disproving a teacher's theories. Or jumping out of a window and sprouting wings.
Point is, I love daydreams. They're usually crazy, but they are a ridiculously fun way to amuse oneself and pass the time.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Today my school friend, Gina, made an observation: "You're like the only redhead who's hot. I know so many ugly redheads. But you're hot; I'd totally do you. Have you been done? You should totally go do, like, ten guys." And she walks away.
This gave me a ridiculous self esteem boost (until I saw the mirror in art class, of course). It was made even better by the fact that the new kid in my English class that I think is kind of cute, overheard the entire thing. He laughed with me and Sara and Laura over the crazy Gina.
This gave me a ridiculous self esteem boost (until I saw the mirror in art class, of course). It was made even better by the fact that the new kid in my English class that I think is kind of cute, overheard the entire thing. He laughed with me and Sara and Laura over the crazy Gina.
Friday, September 25, 2009
Today's the university fair, so grade 12 students basically have the day off. I'm going to the fair tomorrow, so today I'm catching up on homework and housework.
It's also the Terry Fox Run today. My mum and I were standing at our kitchen window, chatting, when we suddenly hear drums. Kids start streaming past our house, holding signs and banners and balloons and kites. It was my old elementary school, out for the Terry Fox Run. And it was so precious! They were chanting and waving their signs everywhere and the kindergartners were all bundled up and the older kids were just having fun, pounding the hell out of the hand drums. It was amazing.
And the procession lasted a good five-ten minutes, I think the whole school was out. My neighbour stood outside, waiting for her little daughter in kindergarten to come by so she could take a picture. Her daughter was so excited, it was adorable!
I miss my old school.
It's also the Terry Fox Run today. My mum and I were standing at our kitchen window, chatting, when we suddenly hear drums. Kids start streaming past our house, holding signs and banners and balloons and kites. It was my old elementary school, out for the Terry Fox Run. And it was so precious! They were chanting and waving their signs everywhere and the kindergartners were all bundled up and the older kids were just having fun, pounding the hell out of the hand drums. It was amazing.
And the procession lasted a good five-ten minutes, I think the whole school was out. My neighbour stood outside, waiting for her little daughter in kindergarten to come by so she could take a picture. Her daughter was so excited, it was adorable!
I miss my old school.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Eid Mubarak!
Everytime I go to Imaan's I end up leaving with a bag full of amazing homemade food. Eid being this weekend meant I left with even more :)
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Tomorrow's my bake day (once a week) and a long time ago I promised Imaan I'd bake a pie for her. So that's what I'm doing tomorrow: making a classic fall apple pie. Though I might throw some of my neighbour' s pears in with it. I forced Zooey outside today just to go buy apples with me :)
Another light coincidence: one of my favourite baking blogs, the Kitchen Sink Recipes, posted a classic apple pie recipe today!
You really can't go wrong with fresh baked apple pie, can you?
Let's just say its an Eid present for Imaan :)
Another light coincidence: one of my favourite baking blogs, the Kitchen Sink Recipes, posted a classic apple pie recipe today!
You really can't go wrong with fresh baked apple pie, can you?
Let's just say its an Eid present for Imaan :)
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Over the weekend we were told a whole cache of Aboriginal creation stories. One of which told of the origins of the poplar tree, and why the leaves are always moving, with or without wind.
I sit beside a window in my afternoon English class. And I daydream and stare out that window for half the class at an enormous tree. It's a big, beautiful poplar.
Coincidences like this make me so very happy.
I sit beside a window in my afternoon English class. And I daydream and stare out that window for half the class at an enormous tree. It's a big, beautiful poplar.
Coincidences like this make me so very happy.
Friday, September 11, 2009
This weekend will be the closest I've ever gotten to having a whirlwind adventure.
Zooey (with her strange and infinite connections) has gotten us into an overnight weekend Aboriginal camp at the Toronto Zoo.
Neither of us are Aboriginal. So we'll stick out like sore thumbs. Which is making us nervous. But it should be oodles of fun, and interesting too. Story telling by elders, sunrise ceremonies, and things like drum learning and plants in medicine.
We have to be there by 3 this afternoon. We heard about this last night. Talk about last minute.
The only thing I object to in the itinerary is having to take a walk in the Canada area of the zoo at 7 in the morning tomorrow. Canada is one gigantor hill. Giant hill and thats it. 7 in the morning? No thank you. But we'll do it.
I'm not a spontaneous person. Never have been, but quickly saying yes to things like this without thinking can be fun. Otherwise I overthink it, back out, and miss out on a once in a lifetime opportunity such as this one.
Plus we get to make smores! :D Last time my friends and I went camping the smores were an epic failure. Of monumental proportions.
So I've packed some sweaters, flashlights, bugspray, and books, and I'm ready for the weekend!
PS. Also packed sunscreen. I'll be the only one there that can sunburn. Even Zooey won't, she's half black.
Zooey (with her strange and infinite connections) has gotten us into an overnight weekend Aboriginal camp at the Toronto Zoo.
Neither of us are Aboriginal. So we'll stick out like sore thumbs. Which is making us nervous. But it should be oodles of fun, and interesting too. Story telling by elders, sunrise ceremonies, and things like drum learning and plants in medicine.
We have to be there by 3 this afternoon. We heard about this last night. Talk about last minute.
The only thing I object to in the itinerary is having to take a walk in the Canada area of the zoo at 7 in the morning tomorrow. Canada is one gigantor hill. Giant hill and thats it. 7 in the morning? No thank you. But we'll do it.
I'm not a spontaneous person. Never have been, but quickly saying yes to things like this without thinking can be fun. Otherwise I overthink it, back out, and miss out on a once in a lifetime opportunity such as this one.
Plus we get to make smores! :D Last time my friends and I went camping the smores were an epic failure. Of monumental proportions.
So I've packed some sweaters, flashlights, bugspray, and books, and I'm ready for the weekend!
PS. Also packed sunscreen. I'll be the only one there that can sunburn. Even Zooey won't, she's half black.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
So my friend, Keito, it was her birthday a few days ago. The pink jar is her present. It's like a DIY cookie mix and it's freakin awesome. I got the idea and labels from this post.
The first layer is flour, baking soda, baking powder, and salt. The next is cooking oats. The third is pink M&Ms for breast cancer month (which took forever to find), and the fourth is clearly chocolate chips. Then brown sugar, white sugar, and hidden by the fabric, pecans. There's a similar label on the back with baking instructions.
I made the second one for my sister, because she wanted the cowboy one for herself. We spent twenty minutes in Bulk Barn picking out the brown Smarties with the stupid scoop thing. Until an elderly employee walked by and told us to put a bag over our hands and use our fingers. Duh. Anyways, Smarties are bigger than M&Ms and I didn't pack the flour in enough in the cowboy one, so there was no room for pecans. Which worked out fine for Elizabeth, cause she doesn't like nutty cookies.
:)
The first layer is flour, baking soda, baking powder, and salt. The next is cooking oats. The third is pink M&Ms for breast cancer month (which took forever to find), and the fourth is clearly chocolate chips. Then brown sugar, white sugar, and hidden by the fabric, pecans. There's a similar label on the back with baking instructions.
I made the second one for my sister, because she wanted the cowboy one for herself. We spent twenty minutes in Bulk Barn picking out the brown Smarties with the stupid scoop thing. Until an elderly employee walked by and told us to put a bag over our hands and use our fingers. Duh. Anyways, Smarties are bigger than M&Ms and I didn't pack the flour in enough in the cowboy one, so there was no room for pecans. Which worked out fine for Elizabeth, cause she doesn't like nutty cookies.
:)
Hills
"Ella and Jackson watched on as their friends traded little yellow weeds on the hill and blushed."
That's a little part of something I'm working on right now. It has fantasy, it has romance, it has adventure, it has hills. Something important to do with hills. Not sure what yet, but I will know soon.
One of the main characters, Ella, is flighty and fun loving. Her best friend and co-main character is Jackson, a more cautious kid who has anxiety problems.
Ella has a dog named Bonaparte, after the Italian king with epilepsy that conquered half of Europe and had some height issues. He wasn't too bad looking though. If I ever get a dog (which is highly unlikely, as I'm a cat person and not a huge fan of dogs) I'd like it to be like Bonaparte. Also, I really like German shepherds. Which Bonaparte is.
I finished my friend's present today and my sister, Elizabeth, liked it so much, she got me to make her one for herself and she's going to make one for her friend's birthday in two weeks. I'll do a little post about it tomorrow.
A couple days ago I went downtown with Imaan. Specifically to the police headquarters for her criminal background check for work, but they were closed for the weekend, so we're going back tomorrow. The trip wasn't a total bust though, BaskerFest was on (a street festival for epilepsy research), so we went through it, stopping to watch performers and browse booths full of jewellery and art, and then went on to the St Lawrence Market for some good local food.
Tomorrow should be fun.
That's a little part of something I'm working on right now. It has fantasy, it has romance, it has adventure, it has hills. Something important to do with hills. Not sure what yet, but I will know soon.
One of the main characters, Ella, is flighty and fun loving. Her best friend and co-main character is Jackson, a more cautious kid who has anxiety problems.
Ella has a dog named Bonaparte, after the Italian king with epilepsy that conquered half of Europe and had some height issues. He wasn't too bad looking though. If I ever get a dog (which is highly unlikely, as I'm a cat person and not a huge fan of dogs) I'd like it to be like Bonaparte. Also, I really like German shepherds. Which Bonaparte is.
I finished my friend's present today and my sister, Elizabeth, liked it so much, she got me to make her one for herself and she's going to make one for her friend's birthday in two weeks. I'll do a little post about it tomorrow.
A couple days ago I went downtown with Imaan. Specifically to the police headquarters for her criminal background check for work, but they were closed for the weekend, so we're going back tomorrow. The trip wasn't a total bust though, BaskerFest was on (a street festival for epilepsy research), so we went through it, stopping to watch performers and browse booths full of jewellery and art, and then went on to the St Lawrence Market for some good local food.
Tomorrow should be fun.
Friday, August 28, 2009
"we are the girls, we are the girls, we are the girls of rock and roll!"
Quite possibly one of the best movies in existence (and no doubt, one of my favourites) is the Chipmunk Adventure.
It really encompasses some of the best features of good childhood movies. Some good old-fashioned No Boys Allowed/No Girls Allowed thinking, amazing spontaneous musical numbers, truly evil bad guys (who look evil), and a grand, completely unrealistic, but totally awesome whirlwind adventure. It also teaches kids that they can play a video game, then do the real thing in real life. I love it! Plus, it's the Chipmunks and the Chippettes. Seriously. Amazing.
It really encompasses some of the best features of good childhood movies. Some good old-fashioned No Boys Allowed/No Girls Allowed thinking, amazing spontaneous musical numbers, truly evil bad guys (who look evil), and a grand, completely unrealistic, but totally awesome whirlwind adventure. It also teaches kids that they can play a video game, then do the real thing in real life. I love it! Plus, it's the Chipmunks and the Chippettes. Seriously. Amazing.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
It's only two o'clock and I've already picked a bowlful of tomatoes, worked on the rocking chair, and baked a loaf of bread. I love it.
Our big tomatoes are mutants. But they taste great. Our tiny ones are Old German cherry tomatoes, and they taste so sweet! And there are still tons in the garden for picking another day.
First time I baked bread, so I decided to cheat a little and go the no-yeast way. So I made Irish soda bread. And it is amazing. My sister's making pasta for dinner tonight. And my fab bread is going with it.
One of my friends birthdays is coming up and she's been having a lot of trouble lately; family things and such. Last night I decided on a great present for her, so I'm heading off to the grocery store tomorrow, and then in search of a 1L glass jar. I should be able to find everything I need. Except pink M&Ms. I'll probably have to go to Bulk Barn for those. I think I'll drag my sister out with me tomorrow to get everything :)
Our big tomatoes are mutants. But they taste great. Our tiny ones are Old German cherry tomatoes, and they taste so sweet! And there are still tons in the garden for picking another day.
First time I baked bread, so I decided to cheat a little and go the no-yeast way. So I made Irish soda bread. And it is amazing. My sister's making pasta for dinner tonight. And my fab bread is going with it.
One of my friends birthdays is coming up and she's been having a lot of trouble lately; family things and such. Last night I decided on a great present for her, so I'm heading off to the grocery store tomorrow, and then in search of a 1L glass jar. I should be able to find everything I need. Except pink M&Ms. I'll probably have to go to Bulk Barn for those. I think I'll drag my sister out with me tomorrow to get everything :)
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
I'm a shy girl. A stint as a volunteer at the ROM last March Break has brought me out a lot more, but I'm still a quiet homebody with nervous tendencies and an occasional inferiority complex.
Today my French cousins came for a visit, so I brought them down to our beautiful beach, the Bluffs. In the parking lot I saw my friend Ben, with his brother, lugging fishing things back to the car. We were within shouting distance. I could have just yelled "Hey Ben!" waved and gone on my way. But I can't do that. And I hate it. I can't initiate things like that for some reason. So instead I led my cousins out of the parking lot, glancing back every so often, hoping he would see me and I could say "Hi."
How pathetic.
I couldn't even say hi to a girl I used to know at Tim Hortons. We used to be really close, but she had moved away. I saw her that day and just sat quietly, hoping she would turn, see me, and be like "Oh my god! Lucy!" Didn't happen.
Truly pathetic.
Today my French cousins came for a visit, so I brought them down to our beautiful beach, the Bluffs. In the parking lot I saw my friend Ben, with his brother, lugging fishing things back to the car. We were within shouting distance. I could have just yelled "Hey Ben!" waved and gone on my way. But I can't do that. And I hate it. I can't initiate things like that for some reason. So instead I led my cousins out of the parking lot, glancing back every so often, hoping he would see me and I could say "Hi."
How pathetic.
I couldn't even say hi to a girl I used to know at Tim Hortons. We used to be really close, but she had moved away. I saw her that day and just sat quietly, hoping she would turn, see me, and be like "Oh my god! Lucy!" Didn't happen.
Truly pathetic.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
lions and tigers and bears, oh my!
I was supposed to finish sanding and staining a rocking chair today. Instead, I tagged along to the Toronto Zoo with my sister and her little friends.
It was such a great day for it too, plus the polar bears are back! We saw every primate there (which is a ridiculous load), every beautiful wildcat, and the kamodo dragon the zoo got when I was a toddler. We saw all the African animals, the Canadian, the animals of the Americas.
Unfortunately, besides the polar bears, we skipped over the Arctic Tundra, which I wanted to see the most. Snow foxes and wolves and owls. It's the newest area of the zoo, having just opened this month after a lengthy renovation. And, gosh darn it, I wanted to see it!
A couple of her friends went to Stringray Bay to feel up some stingrays and sharks, while me and my sis took the ridiculously long bus ride home. But while waiting at the station my friend Imaan somehow found us on her way home from work at the ROM.
And now, after a looong day of walking in the sun, my feet hurt and my shin aches (thanks to the couch attacking me a few days ago), but I'm glad I went. Fun times, man, even with the dead bird and swarm of wasps under our table at lunch.
It was such a great day for it too, plus the polar bears are back! We saw every primate there (which is a ridiculous load), every beautiful wildcat, and the kamodo dragon the zoo got when I was a toddler. We saw all the African animals, the Canadian, the animals of the Americas.
Unfortunately, besides the polar bears, we skipped over the Arctic Tundra, which I wanted to see the most. Snow foxes and wolves and owls. It's the newest area of the zoo, having just opened this month after a lengthy renovation. And, gosh darn it, I wanted to see it!
A couple of her friends went to Stringray Bay to feel up some stingrays and sharks, while me and my sis took the ridiculously long bus ride home. But while waiting at the station my friend Imaan somehow found us on her way home from work at the ROM.
And now, after a looong day of walking in the sun, my feet hurt and my shin aches (thanks to the couch attacking me a few days ago), but I'm glad I went. Fun times, man, even with the dead bird and swarm of wasps under our table at lunch.
Friday, August 21, 2009
Just made an aloo paratha (which is like a middle eastern doughy pastry stuffed with potatoes) and now my house smells like my friend Imaan's. Which is awesome. She turned me on to parathas a while ago and I've loved them ever since. Unfortunately, the fam isn't fond on curry, my dad was, but my mum and sis don't like it. But they're out right now, so I'm making all the curried foods I want! :)
Lucy's Friday Nights
So I have the house to myself for three hours tonight. What do I plan on doing? Steal my sister's heels and practice walking in them. Yeah. I mean, I clearly don't wear heels, so how will I ever learn to walk in them without looking like an idiot? So I'm taking advantage of the empty house. Should be a great adventure.
And I'll call up Zooey and try to get her over here so I can hand off half the Bundt cake I made last night on her, because I am not eating that whole thing on my own. No matter how delicious it may be :)
Yum.
And I'll call up Zooey and try to get her over here so I can hand off half the Bundt cake I made last night on her, because I am not eating that whole thing on my own. No matter how delicious it may be :)
Yum.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
The Fictional Boys Who've Stolen My Heart
just a bit of fun; stole it from zooey (fish sundays). the list is ever growing and in no particular order.
1. Michael Corleone, the Godfather
2. Josh Hollis, Private
3. Joe Morelli, Stephanie Plum
4. Severus Snape, Harry Potter
5. Frederick Garland, the Ruby in the Smoke
6. Theodore "Laurie" Laurence, Little Women
7. Gideon Seymour, the Time Travellers
8. Dorian Gray, the Picture of Dorian Gray
9. Lin Yao, Fullmetal Alchemist
10. Roy Mustang, Fullmetal Alchemist
11. Touta Matsuda, Death Note
12. Al Giordino, Sahara (film)
13. Riley Poole, National Treasure
14. Kevin Donnelly, the Black Donnellys
15. Jak, Jak and Daxter
16. Rosto the Piper, Beka Cooper
17. Nealan of Queenscove, Protector of the Small
just a bit of fun; stole it from zooey (fish sundays). the list is ever growing and in no particular order.
1. Michael Corleone, the Godfather
2. Josh Hollis, Private
3. Joe Morelli, Stephanie Plum
4. Severus Snape, Harry Potter
5. Frederick Garland, the Ruby in the Smoke
6. Theodore "Laurie" Laurence, Little Women
7. Gideon Seymour, the Time Travellers
8. Dorian Gray, the Picture of Dorian Gray
9. Lin Yao, Fullmetal Alchemist
10. Roy Mustang, Fullmetal Alchemist
11. Touta Matsuda, Death Note
12. Al Giordino, Sahara (film)
13. Riley Poole, National Treasure
14. Kevin Donnelly, the Black Donnellys
15. Jak, Jak and Daxter
16. Rosto the Piper, Beka Cooper
17. Nealan of Queenscove, Protector of the Small
Friday, August 14, 2009
"No fear, Julia. No fear."
Got back from a late showing of Julie & Julia a little while ago, and it was fab-ulous! I've heard it was good and I'm glad I got to see for myself, cause I loved it :) So did my sister.
But before the movie, a quick word on the previews. Or rather, a kind of long one.
I was sobbing during the previews. It was ridiculous. I really shouldn't see movies when I'm tired; I'm really emotional. Anyways:
The Blind Side (another Sandra Bullock movie! So many right now!), it's a true story about a young man from the ghetto with no chance or way to really get anywhere in life, who's basically adopted by a family from the suburbs. The mother, Sandra Bullock, treats him as her own son and its so amazing! It looks amazing. Really, I cried.
Amelia! About a little hero of mine, Amelia Earhart. As soon as I realized it was about her I started bawling (I wasn't even alive when she disappeared, but its still upsetting). She was so brave and eager! I really can't wait to see this!
And, the Lovely Bones. Which creeped me out, but at the same time it was so sad! I don't know if I can watch it though, because the creepiness might creep me out too much. Maybe I'll just read the book.
And then the Stepfather trailer creeped me out, and then the 2012 trailer freaked me out. Oy, I should not be watching things like that when I'm tired.
But Julie & Julia! It was really really good. I've heard that Julie's side of the story wasn't as strong, but I liked it fine. Julia's side was obviously stronger, because, well, she's a legend. And both Julie and Julia married such sweet, adorable men! Like when Julie's husband saves her from the big bad pot of lobsters or when Julia's husband makes his toast:
"You are the butter to my bread, and the breath to my life."
Oh, I'm such a sap some times, it's pathetic, really, but I love it :)
But before the movie, a quick word on the previews. Or rather, a kind of long one.
I was sobbing during the previews. It was ridiculous. I really shouldn't see movies when I'm tired; I'm really emotional. Anyways:
The Blind Side (another Sandra Bullock movie! So many right now!), it's a true story about a young man from the ghetto with no chance or way to really get anywhere in life, who's basically adopted by a family from the suburbs. The mother, Sandra Bullock, treats him as her own son and its so amazing! It looks amazing. Really, I cried.
Amelia! About a little hero of mine, Amelia Earhart. As soon as I realized it was about her I started bawling (I wasn't even alive when she disappeared, but its still upsetting). She was so brave and eager! I really can't wait to see this!
And, the Lovely Bones. Which creeped me out, but at the same time it was so sad! I don't know if I can watch it though, because the creepiness might creep me out too much. Maybe I'll just read the book.
And then the Stepfather trailer creeped me out, and then the 2012 trailer freaked me out. Oy, I should not be watching things like that when I'm tired.
But Julie & Julia! It was really really good. I've heard that Julie's side of the story wasn't as strong, but I liked it fine. Julia's side was obviously stronger, because, well, she's a legend. And both Julie and Julia married such sweet, adorable men! Like when Julie's husband saves her from the big bad pot of lobsters or when Julia's husband makes his toast:
"You are the butter to my bread, and the breath to my life."
Oh, I'm such a sap some times, it's pathetic, really, but I love it :)
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Made some homemade chips with my sister tonight and they were fabulous! Thanks to our cheese grater they even looked like real Ruffles chips :)
And the DVD I ordered arrived today! Marie Antoinette! Seriously, I've been looking for this movie for about a year and no store in Scarborough seems to have it. Which annoyed me, but for some reason I couldn't be bothered to order it. Until two days ago, when I realized I had a Future Shop gift card.
Anyways, I love Marie Antoinette, so of course I'd love this movie. Come on, she was the Rockstar Queen and led a fabulous, luxurious, albeit doomed, life. Ever since Nadia got the Marie Antoinette Royal Diaries book when we were kids, I've loved her story.
And the DVD I ordered arrived today! Marie Antoinette! Seriously, I've been looking for this movie for about a year and no store in Scarborough seems to have it. Which annoyed me, but for some reason I couldn't be bothered to order it. Until two days ago, when I realized I had a Future Shop gift card.
Anyways, I love Marie Antoinette, so of course I'd love this movie. Come on, she was the Rockstar Queen and led a fabulous, luxurious, albeit doomed, life. Ever since Nadia got the Marie Antoinette Royal Diaries book when we were kids, I've loved her story.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Muffins!
I woke up at noon today to rumbling thunder and a torrential downpour and decided I'd finally bake something today.
My mum cut me off from baking for about a month, but now, I'm finally back on! Apparently I can bake something once a week, but I have a feeling my mum will forget she ever said that.
At first I was going to make a peach-stuffed cornmeal galette, then a lemon-blueberry bundt (which I decided to save for a future picnic), then I was going to make either a tri-colour cake or petit fours. And then I realized I bought wheat bran about a month ago so I could make these supposedly amazing bran muffins. So I just went with that.
And oh my god am I glad I did! Tons of raisins and a hint of orange. And so moist. They're sooo good.
The recipe is from David Lebovitz's blog, which I've been following for ages. I love his stuff.
And I finally got to use the food processor my mother bought years ago (im thinking late 80s). She hasn't used it in ages, apparent from the dead silverfish in it. Ick.
Our kitchen sink is on the fritz, so I had to use the bathtub to wash it. And for actual baking and dishes and such I had to keep two pots and a jug of water on the counter with me. Felt really archaic (as Zooey described the time she had to boil water in a pot for tea).
I'll definately be visiting some friends tomorrow to spread the muffin love :)
My mum cut me off from baking for about a month, but now, I'm finally back on! Apparently I can bake something once a week, but I have a feeling my mum will forget she ever said that.
At first I was going to make a peach-stuffed cornmeal galette, then a lemon-blueberry bundt (which I decided to save for a future picnic), then I was going to make either a tri-colour cake or petit fours. And then I realized I bought wheat bran about a month ago so I could make these supposedly amazing bran muffins. So I just went with that.
And oh my god am I glad I did! Tons of raisins and a hint of orange. And so moist. They're sooo good.
The recipe is from David Lebovitz's blog, which I've been following for ages. I love his stuff.
And I finally got to use the food processor my mother bought years ago (im thinking late 80s). She hasn't used it in ages, apparent from the dead silverfish in it. Ick.
Our kitchen sink is on the fritz, so I had to use the bathtub to wash it. And for actual baking and dishes and such I had to keep two pots and a jug of water on the counter with me. Felt really archaic (as Zooey described the time she had to boil water in a pot for tea).
I'll definately be visiting some friends tomorrow to spread the muffin love :)
Friday, August 7, 2009
Faith and desire in the swing of your hips
This song makes me unbelievably giddy. Either Zooey or Charlotte played it at the Rib Fest and I hadn't heard it in ages. Now it just makes me ridiculously giddy and girly.
Today was pretty amazing. French scrambled eggs with Zooey for lunch, a dip in the pool, a sad love story from an old man, Don Mills for the amazing bookstore that is McNally Robinson's, then Anthropologie to kill our souls with expensiveness, the health food store, relocating my books, another swim, and earl grey tea with some vanilla soy milk. Amazing day.
My room's now half finished! One more IKEA bookcase, a Paris print, and general personalization still to go.
Tomorrow: Wonderland with school friends and my sister
Sunday: Tri-colour cake of the gods!
PS. The insanity that is my Greek neighbours is so entertaining sometimes. My window's open and all I hear is "Where is Ray? Where is Ray? There he is!" Plus one of the daughters has a hot boyfriend for me and Zooey to gawk at :)
Today was pretty amazing. French scrambled eggs with Zooey for lunch, a dip in the pool, a sad love story from an old man, Don Mills for the amazing bookstore that is McNally Robinson's, then Anthropologie to kill our souls with expensiveness, the health food store, relocating my books, another swim, and earl grey tea with some vanilla soy milk. Amazing day.
My room's now half finished! One more IKEA bookcase, a Paris print, and general personalization still to go.
Tomorrow: Wonderland with school friends and my sister
Sunday: Tri-colour cake of the gods!
PS. The insanity that is my Greek neighbours is so entertaining sometimes. My window's open and all I hear is "Where is Ray? Where is Ray? There he is!" Plus one of the daughters has a hot boyfriend for me and Zooey to gawk at :)
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Zooey helped me paint my room today (dusty blue/gray) and then we made peanut butter cookies. After watching One Tree Hill for a few hours we skipped out to Tim Horton's.
Tonight, a giant, full, and blindingly bright moon hung overhead. They say the crazies and weirdos come out on the night of a full moon. After a quick detour to Zooey's house some rather outspoken 12-year-olds yelled at us "Get your booties over here!" and whistled and called. Seriously, we found it hilarious. But unfortunately it's one of the most exciting things that has happened to us in days. Seriously.
Tomorrow: doctor's appointment and Ikea (buying bookshelves for my redone room!)
Right now: watching Pretty Woman and eating Honeycombs with my sister. Julia Roberts is so cute in it! And Richard Gere? So hot!
Tonight, a giant, full, and blindingly bright moon hung overhead. They say the crazies and weirdos come out on the night of a full moon. After a quick detour to Zooey's house some rather outspoken 12-year-olds yelled at us "Get your booties over here!" and whistled and called. Seriously, we found it hilarious. But unfortunately it's one of the most exciting things that has happened to us in days. Seriously.
Tomorrow: doctor's appointment and Ikea (buying bookshelves for my redone room!)
Right now: watching Pretty Woman and eating Honeycombs with my sister. Julia Roberts is so cute in it! And Richard Gere? So hot!
Monday, August 3, 2009
My mum's driving me insane. I can't stand this. She was yelling at me, freaking out about how she let's me go out and do what I please (all I do is hang out with Zooey) and she thinks I don't do anything around the house because I didn't play with the cats tonight. This is utter bullshit. And now, because of my "attitude", I probably won't be able to go to the Rib Fest tomorrow.
This is ridiculous. I'm tired, PMSing, and emotional. Plus my dad's birthday is in just over a week, which is making me cry at the drop of a hat.
So now I'm hiding in my room with my laptop (which she told me I couldn't use) and crying because I'm a total wreck right now. I can't believe this. All I do lately is cry, but no one knows because I just lock myself in my room and bawl. I actually almost started crying at the Rib Fest yesterday and today. I've got to get a grip on myself.
I hate this.
Baking this slab pie would make me feel so much better. Baking is my stress release. Unfortunately I'm banned from baking because my mum's a bitch.
This is ridiculous. I'm tired, PMSing, and emotional. Plus my dad's birthday is in just over a week, which is making me cry at the drop of a hat.
So now I'm hiding in my room with my laptop (which she told me I couldn't use) and crying because I'm a total wreck right now. I can't believe this. All I do lately is cry, but no one knows because I just lock myself in my room and bawl. I actually almost started crying at the Rib Fest yesterday and today. I've got to get a grip on myself.
I hate this.
Baking this slab pie would make me feel so much better. Baking is my stress release. Unfortunately I'm banned from baking because my mum's a bitch.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Hmph.
Before heading to the Rib Fest at 6 I watched four episodes of One Tree Hill and ate meatloaf. It was a pretty good day so far. My day kind of turned around after that.
I love hanging out with Zooey, Nadia, and Charlotte, but Jason was also there, and I feel awkward around him, so it wasn't very fun.
Another friend, Ben, was also there. He's a cool guy, kind of shy, but it's to be expected what with living half his childhood in Korea and having ultra-conservative parents (his father's a pastor) who don't like him hanging out with girls. I really like Ben, he's cool if you know him, so it pissed me off when Nadia complained about his quietness when he left. "Why does he bother showing up if he doesn't even talk?" she said. I don't talk very much either when guys are around, so that made her comment even more annoying.
Charlotte ditched us for a party. Just like last night. Just like she always does. She always tells Zooey "Don't smoke. Don't party. I'm serious Zooey!" Charlotte smokes. She parties. She drinks. She sexes boys up. She's a huge hypocrite. I love hanging out with her; she's hilarious, it's just her two-faceness that gets to us all.
And Jason was annoying. He acts so immature sometimes and he can be such a jerk to my friends. Well to everyone, in general. He may not notice it, but Zooey and I do.
He lives the opposite direction as Zooey, Nadia, and I from the park where the Rib Fest is, but he usually walks with us. But today, because I was annoyed and being a little broody, I quietly told him I needed to talk to Zooey, so could he not walk with us? He said he'd leave after Nadia picked up the milk her mum asked her to get on the way home.
This annoyed me, because we were just at the park entrance, he should have just left then, there was no reason to walk all the way up the street with us and then walk back. Maybe im just PMSing, but I doubt it. And I don't want a boyfriend right now. Really don't want one. So I'm going to have to break it off soon. I'm just nervous.
After he left it was fine. Zooey and I chattered and walked through our old school and stuff and stuff. I hope tomorrow's better. I'll probably end up avoiding Jason for a while, which I know I shouldn't do. But I will anyway.
I hate this.
I love hanging out with Zooey, Nadia, and Charlotte, but Jason was also there, and I feel awkward around him, so it wasn't very fun.
Another friend, Ben, was also there. He's a cool guy, kind of shy, but it's to be expected what with living half his childhood in Korea and having ultra-conservative parents (his father's a pastor) who don't like him hanging out with girls. I really like Ben, he's cool if you know him, so it pissed me off when Nadia complained about his quietness when he left. "Why does he bother showing up if he doesn't even talk?" she said. I don't talk very much either when guys are around, so that made her comment even more annoying.
Charlotte ditched us for a party. Just like last night. Just like she always does. She always tells Zooey "Don't smoke. Don't party. I'm serious Zooey!" Charlotte smokes. She parties. She drinks. She sexes boys up. She's a huge hypocrite. I love hanging out with her; she's hilarious, it's just her two-faceness that gets to us all.
And Jason was annoying. He acts so immature sometimes and he can be such a jerk to my friends. Well to everyone, in general. He may not notice it, but Zooey and I do.
He lives the opposite direction as Zooey, Nadia, and I from the park where the Rib Fest is, but he usually walks with us. But today, because I was annoyed and being a little broody, I quietly told him I needed to talk to Zooey, so could he not walk with us? He said he'd leave after Nadia picked up the milk her mum asked her to get on the way home.
This annoyed me, because we were just at the park entrance, he should have just left then, there was no reason to walk all the way up the street with us and then walk back. Maybe im just PMSing, but I doubt it. And I don't want a boyfriend right now. Really don't want one. So I'm going to have to break it off soon. I'm just nervous.
After he left it was fine. Zooey and I chattered and walked through our old school and stuff and stuff. I hope tomorrow's better. I'll probably end up avoiding Jason for a while, which I know I shouldn't do. But I will anyway.
I hate this.
I remember reading somewhere that before photoshoots the Olsen twins repeat the word "prune" to each other to make their lips look bigger and poutier. It's an interesting way to do it. It also works (it feels like your muscles get stuck like that).
I think it's a little messed up how we (the normal folk) can recognize celebrities by one feature (lips, eyes, nose, etc.) It seems a little unnaturally obsessive.
I think it's a little messed up how we (the normal folk) can recognize celebrities by one feature (lips, eyes, nose, etc.) It seems a little unnaturally obsessive.
Friday, July 31, 2009
I've been roaming around always lookin down at all I see
I got a plane today! Not a real one. A toy/model plane. But it's a really cool toy/model plane. When I was younger my sister and I had a puzzle (that was our French grandparents') that had planes on it. It was more a mind game than a puzzle, but that's besides the point. The point is that my favorite plane on the puzzle was a bright yellow one with little target circles on it. Guess which plane I found today! That exact one! (The K3215, first flown by the British Royal Air Force in WWII). I love it. Simply love it.
My French grandparents live in an apartment-esque building completely inhabited by the elderly French of Welland. Their apartment is homey and smells like peaches and is full of memories and pictures. I love my Grandmama and Grandpapa. My Grandmama is so full of vip and vim its amazing, plus she still has all of her natural chestnut-coloured hair. She's 76. I hope I end up like her (or my amazing German neighbour. 80 and still gardening everyday and fending for herself and making friends with the neighbourhood rabbit). My Grandpapa suffered two strokes a few years ago and lost most of his English, so talking with him has always been difficult (my French: not so good). But recently he seems to have relearned a lot of it, so today was great!
My Grandmama showed me the family tree on her side today. Her family came to Canada (Quebec) in 1664 from France. My uncle (a fellow history buff) told me that my Grandpapa's family came to Quebec in 1621 from France. Quebec is just over 400 years old, meaning, my family was one of the firsts to settle in Canada! I think that's amazing!
We got back to Toronto early, so I hopped on over to the Rib Fest to keep Zooey and Charlotte company. Nadia, Thomas, and Jason were also there, but grabbing some food when I got there. I'm gonna hold off on the breaking up for a little while, because tonight went pretty okay. I'll see.
I can't stop looking at my plane! My beautiful yellow plane! I wish I was a pilot of Amelia Earhart's day. I wish I knew how to fly. I wish I knew her, she would have taught me.
Milkfingers is due today. I have an hour left. I haven't finished. I'm going to work on that now then.
Au revoir, mes amis inexistantes.
My French grandparents live in an apartment-esque building completely inhabited by the elderly French of Welland. Their apartment is homey and smells like peaches and is full of memories and pictures. I love my Grandmama and Grandpapa. My Grandmama is so full of vip and vim its amazing, plus she still has all of her natural chestnut-coloured hair. She's 76. I hope I end up like her (or my amazing German neighbour. 80 and still gardening everyday and fending for herself and making friends with the neighbourhood rabbit). My Grandpapa suffered two strokes a few years ago and lost most of his English, so talking with him has always been difficult (my French: not so good). But recently he seems to have relearned a lot of it, so today was great!
My Grandmama showed me the family tree on her side today. Her family came to Canada (Quebec) in 1664 from France. My uncle (a fellow history buff) told me that my Grandpapa's family came to Quebec in 1621 from France. Quebec is just over 400 years old, meaning, my family was one of the firsts to settle in Canada! I think that's amazing!
We got back to Toronto early, so I hopped on over to the Rib Fest to keep Zooey and Charlotte company. Nadia, Thomas, and Jason were also there, but grabbing some food when I got there. I'm gonna hold off on the breaking up for a little while, because tonight went pretty okay. I'll see.
I can't stop looking at my plane! My beautiful yellow plane! I wish I was a pilot of Amelia Earhart's day. I wish I knew how to fly. I wish I knew her, she would have taught me.
Milkfingers is due today. I have an hour left. I haven't finished. I'm going to work on that now then.
Au revoir, mes amis inexistantes.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Forever Young. Forever Perfect.
I didn't do it today. Got up too late and just went to Zooey's to help her make necklaces for the Rib Fest (starting tomorrow). It'll have to wait until Saturday morning, because tomorrow I'm going to Welland with my mum to visit family.
My Grandpapa hasn't been too well lately. And my Grandmama is having a hard time helping him on her own, so my mum's been up a lot lately. So she asked if I'd like to come and I agreed (partially to avoid an unpleasant task for another day). My cousin was happy though. She apparently really wants me to meet her boyfriend.
Welland's a small town. Half of it is French. Half is Italian. (Me and my cousins are both, so that's kind of cool). But it's a dying town. It's really too bad.
On a brighter note, I love Oscar Wilde and what got me into his work was his only novel, the Picture of Dorian Gray. Yet another movie based on the book is coming out this year. With Ben Barnes as Mr Gray (whom I simply adore, though Zooey calls him a dirty Mexican.) I'm so excited!
My Grandpapa hasn't been too well lately. And my Grandmama is having a hard time helping him on her own, so my mum's been up a lot lately. So she asked if I'd like to come and I agreed (partially to avoid an unpleasant task for another day). My cousin was happy though. She apparently really wants me to meet her boyfriend.
Welland's a small town. Half of it is French. Half is Italian. (Me and my cousins are both, so that's kind of cool). But it's a dying town. It's really too bad.
On a brighter note, I love Oscar Wilde and what got me into his work was his only novel, the Picture of Dorian Gray. Yet another movie based on the book is coming out this year. With Ben Barnes as Mr Gray (whom I simply adore, though Zooey calls him a dirty Mexican.) I'm so excited!
Life in the fast lane, slowly make you lose your mind
One of the great things about having insane Greek party animals for neighbours is that I can play music with my window open well into the wee hours of the morning.
I've just started the white wool scarf I promised my sister I'd crochet for her. To occupy myself while I do this I'm listening to one of the Eagles tapes I pilfered from a box of tapes we dropped off at Goodwill and reading movie parodies (the Golden Compass), which are totally cracking me up.
LYRA [flying-squirrel wineglass beatdown]: STOP NO DON’T!
LORD ASRIEL: OMGWTFLYRA!
LYRA: THE SMUG OILY PRIEST PUT POISON IN IT!
LORD ASRIEL: Are you slandering the clergy, Lyra? Because then I definitely believe you. Now get back in the closet!
Tomorrow I'm going to break up with my boyfriend, so I'm all nervous and flighty right now. The parodies and the Eagles are a nice distraction from thinking though :)
I've just started the white wool scarf I promised my sister I'd crochet for her. To occupy myself while I do this I'm listening to one of the Eagles tapes I pilfered from a box of tapes we dropped off at Goodwill and reading movie parodies (the Golden Compass), which are totally cracking me up.
LYRA [flying-squirrel wineglass beatdown]: STOP NO DON’T!
LORD ASRIEL: OMGWTFLYRA!
LYRA: THE SMUG OILY PRIEST PUT POISON IN IT!
LORD ASRIEL: Are you slandering the clergy, Lyra? Because then I definitely believe you. Now get back in the closet!
Tomorrow I'm going to break up with my boyfriend, so I'm all nervous and flighty right now. The parodies and the Eagles are a nice distraction from thinking though :)
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Michel and Sebetina
My Uncle Mike (formerly Michel) and my Aunt Tina (formerly Sebetina) came for dinner. My Uncle taught my sister and I how to cook one of his sauces while my Aunt and my mum chattered on and on.
My Aunt and Uncle are the cutest couple. An old Italian couple that cook together and garden and constantly joke about selling each other at the flea market.
I think my mother's an amazing cook, but none can compare to my Aunt and Uncle. And today's sauce was so good. Pancetta, zucchini, red pepper, chili pepper, crushed tomatoes, oil, and awesome. Plus a crazy amount of salt.
During dinner my Uncle regaled us, in his thick Italian accent, with recipes and tales of his life in Italy. He joined the navy at seventeen, so he's been up and down the coast of most of Italy.
He talked about how pizza tastes different in different regions, even if you make it the exact same. "It's-a the water" he says. Water can make or break a pizza.
He went on to talk about pizzerias. "They don't-a deliver in-a Italy," he says. "You go-a get it. No matter what-a time, you go-a get it." Him and his pals would go pick up pizza at 3 or 4 in the morning. "There are only two-a kinds," he says. "Marinara and-a Margarita." Marinara is a thin pizza, just crust and tomato sauce. Margarita is the same, plus mozzarella. Margarita pizza was named after the Spanish Queen of an Italian King, who adored it made that way.
Then Uncle Mike went on to say that the best mozzarella and romano cheeses are made from buffalo milk. I love my Uncle Mike, he's so full of random Italy facts :)
A lot of the chit chat was about family drama and such. Like my cousin changing his last name to his mother's maiden name (mine), even though his parents are still married and his mom has his dads name. Even worse, his dad's leaving for Afghanistan next week.
There was also chatter about my dad's exwife (who, from what I could gather, was a catty psycho bitch) and the fights that are dividing our giant Italian family.
All the family talk made me realize that almost every single male is named either Lou, Rocko, or Michael.
Onto the simple recipes! Cook some olive oil, crushed garlic, a little salt, and half a glass of water, tossed in pasta. The sauce is ready when the garlic is red/brown. And add some chili pepper for spice. Uncle Mike said back in Italy he and his buddies would be in the neighbourhood bar at 3 in the morning. One would say "Why don't we have some pasta?" and they'd all go to one of their places, whip up some garlic pasta, and chow down til dawn.
Then there's the herb pasta. Chop up some fresh oregano, parsely (or as my Uncle calls it, parsles), and basil, cook it in some olive oil and a little salt, and toss it up with some pasta. My cousin-in-law, Mike, is a picky eater, but he adores this.
The next is even simpler. Spaghetti cur burro. Just cook some spaghetti, and when it's still hot, cut a piece of butter into it, mix it all up, then throw in some parmigian cheese. I love it like this. Haven't tried the other two, but I definately will soon.
His last quick recipe is a boozy dessert. Cut up some fresh strawberries and pour some Marsala wine over them. Marsala wine is actually really close to a liqueur, so it's really rich. When I can actually buy alcohol I'm definately trying this one. That'll be in what, three years? I should find some other way to get it then ;)
After the pasta, we had a second course, which my mum cooked. Chicken with garden cream cheese, onion roasted potatoes, corn, and salad with white wine vinegar and olive oil. It was so good, but so filling.
Then we had the mint pie my Aunt and Uncle brought with fresh coffee. It tasted like mint oreos :)
My Uncle's stories make me want to go to Italy even more.
And I hope my future husband and I end up as amazing as my Aunt and Uncle.
My Aunt and Uncle are the cutest couple. An old Italian couple that cook together and garden and constantly joke about selling each other at the flea market.
I think my mother's an amazing cook, but none can compare to my Aunt and Uncle. And today's sauce was so good. Pancetta, zucchini, red pepper, chili pepper, crushed tomatoes, oil, and awesome. Plus a crazy amount of salt.
During dinner my Uncle regaled us, in his thick Italian accent, with recipes and tales of his life in Italy. He joined the navy at seventeen, so he's been up and down the coast of most of Italy.
He talked about how pizza tastes different in different regions, even if you make it the exact same. "It's-a the water" he says. Water can make or break a pizza.
He went on to talk about pizzerias. "They don't-a deliver in-a Italy," he says. "You go-a get it. No matter what-a time, you go-a get it." Him and his pals would go pick up pizza at 3 or 4 in the morning. "There are only two-a kinds," he says. "Marinara and-a Margarita." Marinara is a thin pizza, just crust and tomato sauce. Margarita is the same, plus mozzarella. Margarita pizza was named after the Spanish Queen of an Italian King, who adored it made that way.
Then Uncle Mike went on to say that the best mozzarella and romano cheeses are made from buffalo milk. I love my Uncle Mike, he's so full of random Italy facts :)
A lot of the chit chat was about family drama and such. Like my cousin changing his last name to his mother's maiden name (mine), even though his parents are still married and his mom has his dads name. Even worse, his dad's leaving for Afghanistan next week.
There was also chatter about my dad's exwife (who, from what I could gather, was a catty psycho bitch) and the fights that are dividing our giant Italian family.
All the family talk made me realize that almost every single male is named either Lou, Rocko, or Michael.
Onto the simple recipes! Cook some olive oil, crushed garlic, a little salt, and half a glass of water, tossed in pasta. The sauce is ready when the garlic is red/brown. And add some chili pepper for spice. Uncle Mike said back in Italy he and his buddies would be in the neighbourhood bar at 3 in the morning. One would say "Why don't we have some pasta?" and they'd all go to one of their places, whip up some garlic pasta, and chow down til dawn.
Then there's the herb pasta. Chop up some fresh oregano, parsely (or as my Uncle calls it, parsles), and basil, cook it in some olive oil and a little salt, and toss it up with some pasta. My cousin-in-law, Mike, is a picky eater, but he adores this.
The next is even simpler. Spaghetti cur burro. Just cook some spaghetti, and when it's still hot, cut a piece of butter into it, mix it all up, then throw in some parmigian cheese. I love it like this. Haven't tried the other two, but I definately will soon.
His last quick recipe is a boozy dessert. Cut up some fresh strawberries and pour some Marsala wine over them. Marsala wine is actually really close to a liqueur, so it's really rich. When I can actually buy alcohol I'm definately trying this one. That'll be in what, three years? I should find some other way to get it then ;)
After the pasta, we had a second course, which my mum cooked. Chicken with garden cream cheese, onion roasted potatoes, corn, and salad with white wine vinegar and olive oil. It was so good, but so filling.
Then we had the mint pie my Aunt and Uncle brought with fresh coffee. It tasted like mint oreos :)
My Uncle's stories make me want to go to Italy even more.
And I hope my future husband and I end up as amazing as my Aunt and Uncle.
I love the sound of raindrops on rooftops.
Tomorrow (though technically later today), my aunt and uncle (on the Italian side), are coming for dinner and to teach my sister how to make Penne a la Vodka. So I have to wake up early to go food shopping.
But thoughts about anything and everything are stressing me out.
I just want to get away for a while. Not have to talk to, or deal with, those causing me stress. I want to lounge in this foggy, but still impossibly beautiful, scene.
I need sleep.
But I don't want to turn off my laptop.
And I don't want to miss the rain.
Tomorrow (though technically later today), my aunt and uncle (on the Italian side), are coming for dinner and to teach my sister how to make Penne a la Vodka. So I have to wake up early to go food shopping.
But thoughts about anything and everything are stressing me out.
I just want to get away for a while. Not have to talk to, or deal with, those causing me stress. I want to lounge in this foggy, but still impossibly beautiful, scene.
I need sleep.
But I don't want to turn off my laptop.
And I don't want to miss the rain.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Keep Calm and Carry On
Kensington Market today~!
I was tired, but it was still fun. We trekked through the Market, popping in and out of cute little shops and such.
One store that made quite an impression on us all is the Blue Banana Market. It's amazing. And now I've finally found a place to buy "Keep Calm and Carry On" prints, as well as Russian Army vintage gear and Andy Warhol quote pieces. And gogo dresses in case I'm ever in the mood for some groovy tunes and dancing.
Then we hit Big Fat Burrito for some lunch (though Zooey and I didnt get anything). We found a nice little patch of grass and our friends dug in while we chatted and I crocheted. Smelled good. Very good :)
We stayed in a Starbucks for a little while, while some rain passed. A woman eventually came in and sat beside Zooey to use the plug for her laptop and she jumped into our conversation every so often with suggestions and comments about Kensington (which was about a five minute walk from this Starbucks).
She ended up getting into a weirdly excited conversation with our easily-excited pal Charlotte about yam and chicken burritos at the Big Fat Burrito. Very entertaining. She was muy nice too, attempting to throw "teenage slang" into her talk. When we left she said "Later dudes. Peace." and flashed us a peace sign. It was nice though :)
Later we went to the Guild (off Kingston Rd) and shot pebbles off the bluffs with slingshots. Then we all headed home (except Zooey, who came home with me.)
We sat in my basement with the amazing food my Italian aunt sent home with my mum today and chatted and watched One Tree Hill.
One of the things we chatted about was me breaking up with my boyfriend. He's a nice, great guy, it's just, we barely talk now. We talked more when we were just friends. Also I've been nitpicking lately and I've found a ridiculous amount of things that annoy me about him. So I'm hoping we'll go back to friends. We've only been together a month, so it won't be some big weepy thing.
And last night I discovered that Zooey has a blogspot! She also discovered that I have one, so now we're each the only ones that know about each other's.
"Keep Calm and Carry On"
I was tired, but it was still fun. We trekked through the Market, popping in and out of cute little shops and such.
One store that made quite an impression on us all is the Blue Banana Market. It's amazing. And now I've finally found a place to buy "Keep Calm and Carry On" prints, as well as Russian Army vintage gear and Andy Warhol quote pieces. And gogo dresses in case I'm ever in the mood for some groovy tunes and dancing.
Then we hit Big Fat Burrito for some lunch (though Zooey and I didnt get anything). We found a nice little patch of grass and our friends dug in while we chatted and I crocheted. Smelled good. Very good :)
We stayed in a Starbucks for a little while, while some rain passed. A woman eventually came in and sat beside Zooey to use the plug for her laptop and she jumped into our conversation every so often with suggestions and comments about Kensington (which was about a five minute walk from this Starbucks).
She ended up getting into a weirdly excited conversation with our easily-excited pal Charlotte about yam and chicken burritos at the Big Fat Burrito. Very entertaining. She was muy nice too, attempting to throw "teenage slang" into her talk. When we left she said "Later dudes. Peace." and flashed us a peace sign. It was nice though :)
Later we went to the Guild (off Kingston Rd) and shot pebbles off the bluffs with slingshots. Then we all headed home (except Zooey, who came home with me.)
We sat in my basement with the amazing food my Italian aunt sent home with my mum today and chatted and watched One Tree Hill.
One of the things we chatted about was me breaking up with my boyfriend. He's a nice, great guy, it's just, we barely talk now. We talked more when we were just friends. Also I've been nitpicking lately and I've found a ridiculous amount of things that annoy me about him. So I'm hoping we'll go back to friends. We've only been together a month, so it won't be some big weepy thing.
And last night I discovered that Zooey has a blogspot! She also discovered that I have one, so now we're each the only ones that know about each other's.
"Keep Calm and Carry On"
One ring to rule them all.
Yesterday Zooey and watched two and a half Lord of the Rings movies. Zooey has always hated them, complaining whenever Nadia and I suggested watching them, though she's never watched one all the way through. She falls asleep.
So yesterday (to my surprise) Zooey suggested I bring over the LOTR movies and we watch them.
We finished the first one. She really liked it! We started the second, but halfway through I had to leave. She started searching her house for her own copy of the movie, because she wanted to know what happens next.
Today we finished the second and watched the whole third. And she absolutely adores them now. Really, she thinks they're amazing (which they are).
When the third ended she said she wanted to watch them again. Like, wow.
Afterwards we skipped over to my place for dinner. When it started to get dark we walked to Tim Horton's, got some tea, and sat on the steps of our old elementary school.
Then we dished about our friends' relationships and watched bats play overhead.
Now, Zooey's sleeping over. We played video games in my basement and talking to friends on MSN for a while. Then I helped Zooey straighten her massively curly hair and now we're watching iCarly while I post this and she reads the Bell Jar. Zooey is way too amused by iCarly (she's giggling over her book).
Tomorrow morning we're heading to Kensington Market with a few friends. Our old, close friend, Charlotte, planned it and guilt tripped Zooey and I into going (we'd rather rewatch LOTR or chill in the park with tea).
So tomorrow we're in for a fun-filled day in Kensington Market, full of indie stores and burrito restaurants (which Charlotte's making us go to), with the whole gang (Charlotte, Zooey, Nadia, Thomas, and Jason (my boyfriend)).
Should be fun...(sarcasm) Zooey and I are going to try to convince them to detour into Chinatown.
Also, I've re-taken up crocheting. I know, a 17 year old who crochets, I'm a lame-ass, but I just do it when I watch TV and such. And Zooey's taking up knitting again, so I'm not alone. Right now I'm crocheting a scarf out of this beautiful, shiny purple wool.
We have to meet the others at Kennedy Station at 11:30, which means getting up at 8:00, getting ready, going to Zooey's so she can get ready, then taking the bus to the station to meet the group.
Joy.
PS. And now we're watching an old Frasier episode♥
PPS. Zooey thinks her and Sylvia Plath are exactly the same. They both hate children and don't believe in marriage :)
So yesterday (to my surprise) Zooey suggested I bring over the LOTR movies and we watch them.
We finished the first one. She really liked it! We started the second, but halfway through I had to leave. She started searching her house for her own copy of the movie, because she wanted to know what happens next.
Today we finished the second and watched the whole third. And she absolutely adores them now. Really, she thinks they're amazing (which they are).
When the third ended she said she wanted to watch them again. Like, wow.
Afterwards we skipped over to my place for dinner. When it started to get dark we walked to Tim Horton's, got some tea, and sat on the steps of our old elementary school.
Then we dished about our friends' relationships and watched bats play overhead.
Now, Zooey's sleeping over. We played video games in my basement and talking to friends on MSN for a while. Then I helped Zooey straighten her massively curly hair and now we're watching iCarly while I post this and she reads the Bell Jar. Zooey is way too amused by iCarly (she's giggling over her book).
Tomorrow morning we're heading to Kensington Market with a few friends. Our old, close friend, Charlotte, planned it and guilt tripped Zooey and I into going (we'd rather rewatch LOTR or chill in the park with tea).
So tomorrow we're in for a fun-filled day in Kensington Market, full of indie stores and burrito restaurants (which Charlotte's making us go to), with the whole gang (Charlotte, Zooey, Nadia, Thomas, and Jason (my boyfriend)).
Should be fun...(sarcasm) Zooey and I are going to try to convince them to detour into Chinatown.
Also, I've re-taken up crocheting. I know, a 17 year old who crochets, I'm a lame-ass, but I just do it when I watch TV and such. And Zooey's taking up knitting again, so I'm not alone. Right now I'm crocheting a scarf out of this beautiful, shiny purple wool.
We have to meet the others at Kennedy Station at 11:30, which means getting up at 8:00, getting ready, going to Zooey's so she can get ready, then taking the bus to the station to meet the group.
Joy.
PS. And now we're watching an old Frasier episode♥
PPS. Zooey thinks her and Sylvia Plath are exactly the same. They both hate children and don't believe in marriage :)
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Milkfingers
I'm an aspiring author. I want to make a living off of best sellers and book signings and movie deals. Zooey (at times) also wishes to be a writer. Even Nadia dabbles.
So sometime ago Zooey and I came up with an idea. Every three weeks one of the three of us would pick a topic. We would all do our own take on it, writing a short story (at least 1000 words), and sharing it with the other two.
And thus, Milkfingers was born. Zooey just liked the sound of Milkfingers, no special story.
We even started an LJ community for it.
Eventually, with school and such, it was extended from three weeks to a month and my third (and final) bestie, Imaan, was brought in as a beta. Imaan's the only one of us with a job (at the Royal Ontario Museum) and hence has no time to actually write.
But it's actually one of the few things we've followed through with and kept up.
This month's topic was from Nadia. She gave us these five pictures and our opening sentence. "It was the day my grandmother exploded."
And so, three seperate stories came to be. We agreed not to talk about our stories, but we can talk about progress. Zooey is done (but not happy with it), last I checked Nadia hadn't started (though I think she's written a paragraph now), and I am way over 1000 words, but have no idea where it will stop.
It's fun. I love it. I hope we never stop, even if I do become a famous author or Zooey becomes a poet or Nadia becomes an English Lit professor.
Due in 5 days.
I think I'll post mine later.
So sometime ago Zooey and I came up with an idea. Every three weeks one of the three of us would pick a topic. We would all do our own take on it, writing a short story (at least 1000 words), and sharing it with the other two.
And thus, Milkfingers was born. Zooey just liked the sound of Milkfingers, no special story.
We even started an LJ community for it.
Eventually, with school and such, it was extended from three weeks to a month and my third (and final) bestie, Imaan, was brought in as a beta. Imaan's the only one of us with a job (at the Royal Ontario Museum) and hence has no time to actually write.
But it's actually one of the few things we've followed through with and kept up.
This month's topic was from Nadia. She gave us these five pictures and our opening sentence. "It was the day my grandmother exploded."
And so, three seperate stories came to be. We agreed not to talk about our stories, but we can talk about progress. Zooey is done (but not happy with it), last I checked Nadia hadn't started (though I think she's written a paragraph now), and I am way over 1000 words, but have no idea where it will stop.
It's fun. I love it. I hope we never stop, even if I do become a famous author or Zooey becomes a poet or Nadia becomes an English Lit professor.
Due in 5 days.
I think I'll post mine later.
Friday, July 24, 2009
"I've got a PhD in horribleness!"
Today was my boyfriend's birthday, so a bunch of friends hung out at his place today.
So for his birthday, Zooey and I met up early this morning, trekked down to Price Choppers, bought French vanilla cake mix, icing, and candles, trekked back to my house, and baked pretty little cupcakes in four bright colours. I wish I took a picture, they looked pretty
The main cupcake looked something to this effect. Except I frosted it with four different coloured stripes and Zooey stuck it with seventeen candles. It was great :)
We watched Dr Horrible's Sing-Along Blog for the second time, hitched a ride with my other bestie, Nadia, and her boyfriend, Thomas, (who happens to be my boyfriend's bestie), and bought a lighter on the way to my boyfriend's house.
My boyfriend and a couple other friends were already in the basement rec room when we got there. So Thomas and I set about lighting the seventeen candles we had stuck into the one rainbow frosted cupcake, while Zooey and Nadia hid in my boyfriend's room and tried to tie up his present in his comforter.
Said present is a gigantic Power-Up Mushroom (Super Mario) that the four of us (Zooey, Nadia, Thomas, and I) chipped in and got at Pacific Mall. P Mall is basically the Asian hub of Scarborough.
When we finally had all the candles lit (and a few burnt fingers) the fire alarm went off, screeching right over us. We frantically blew out the candles and hid in the bedroom with Zooey and Nadia.
Needless to say, my boyfriend came in, all WTF? So we yelled "Happy Birthday!" and joined the others in the rec room for some cupcake eating, present giving, and watching a couple of our friends jamming on their guitars.
We also spent a good two hours playing Grand Theft Auto, Mario Kart, and Call of Duty as a group. Tres funny watching Nadia crash into everything in sight on Grand Theft Auto :)
After mine and Nadia's boyfriend's both went for dinner with family, us three gals migrated back to my place for my mum's pasta and to watch Dr Horrible's Sing-Along Blog yet again. It's seriously that amazing.
And now I'm back in the basement with my sister, Elizabeth, watching Corner Gas. I'm thinking we'll end up sleeping down here for the third night in a row, but I don't mind.
Corner Gas = great Canadian television at its finest :)
So for his birthday, Zooey and I met up early this morning, trekked down to Price Choppers, bought French vanilla cake mix, icing, and candles, trekked back to my house, and baked pretty little cupcakes in four bright colours. I wish I took a picture, they looked pretty
The main cupcake looked something to this effect. Except I frosted it with four different coloured stripes and Zooey stuck it with seventeen candles. It was great :)
We watched Dr Horrible's Sing-Along Blog for the second time, hitched a ride with my other bestie, Nadia, and her boyfriend, Thomas, (who happens to be my boyfriend's bestie), and bought a lighter on the way to my boyfriend's house.
My boyfriend and a couple other friends were already in the basement rec room when we got there. So Thomas and I set about lighting the seventeen candles we had stuck into the one rainbow frosted cupcake, while Zooey and Nadia hid in my boyfriend's room and tried to tie up his present in his comforter.
Said present is a gigantic Power-Up Mushroom (Super Mario) that the four of us (Zooey, Nadia, Thomas, and I) chipped in and got at Pacific Mall. P Mall is basically the Asian hub of Scarborough.
When we finally had all the candles lit (and a few burnt fingers) the fire alarm went off, screeching right over us. We frantically blew out the candles and hid in the bedroom with Zooey and Nadia.
Needless to say, my boyfriend came in, all WTF? So we yelled "Happy Birthday!" and joined the others in the rec room for some cupcake eating, present giving, and watching a couple of our friends jamming on their guitars.
We also spent a good two hours playing Grand Theft Auto, Mario Kart, and Call of Duty as a group. Tres funny watching Nadia crash into everything in sight on Grand Theft Auto :)
After mine and Nadia's boyfriend's both went for dinner with family, us three gals migrated back to my place for my mum's pasta and to watch Dr Horrible's Sing-Along Blog yet again. It's seriously that amazing.
And now I'm back in the basement with my sister, Elizabeth, watching Corner Gas. I'm thinking we'll end up sleeping down here for the third night in a row, but I don't mind.
Corner Gas = great Canadian television at its finest :)
Thursday, July 23, 2009
To Lucy, With Love.
I received a letter this morning from my bestie, Zooey. She's a great writer, strangely poetic, but is, of course, her worst critic.
She wrote about her wishes. Like us acting more like teenagers and having fun and drinking with friends. She wrote about how she wants to maybe take up smoking again, because it makes her feel chic. And she wrote about the dream life she's always wanted, but she's down on herself about it now.
"I'm so naive and pseudo artsy because I'd like to believe that I'll live in a shoebox apartment with a bearded lumberjack (redundant) and pound out amazingness and listen to obscure bands and do what I love (God knows what that is) while being pseudo chic and reading poetry and drinking champagne and wine...I'd like to paint and sketch birds and knit hats and matching, fingerless gloves while loungin' about on my futon. And my ideas are endless, but cut short and abrupt."
And that is the mind of my pal Zooey. I think she's amazing. It's just too bad she can't see it herself.
So I, of course, am writing her back about my own dream life, though I know it's liable to never happen.
"I think I match you in the naivety department with my dream life. I want a loft and a cat and a cute historian boyfriend. I want to churn out bestselling novels and spend my days type-typing away and going out looking for inspiration and baking cakes and pies, while (like you) sipping on champagne and wine, and crocheting 10ft long scarves and I want to live in France for a few months and I want to have twins, a boy and a girl, but the boy will be born first. Half of these things will probably never happen, but I'll happily try tomake do with whatever I get."
I wish everyone out there could get their dream life.
She wrote about her wishes. Like us acting more like teenagers and having fun and drinking with friends. She wrote about how she wants to maybe take up smoking again, because it makes her feel chic. And she wrote about the dream life she's always wanted, but she's down on herself about it now.
"I'm so naive and pseudo artsy because I'd like to believe that I'll live in a shoebox apartment with a bearded lumberjack (redundant) and pound out amazingness and listen to obscure bands and do what I love (God knows what that is) while being pseudo chic and reading poetry and drinking champagne and wine...I'd like to paint and sketch birds and knit hats and matching, fingerless gloves while loungin' about on my futon. And my ideas are endless, but cut short and abrupt."
And that is the mind of my pal Zooey. I think she's amazing. It's just too bad she can't see it herself.
So I, of course, am writing her back about my own dream life, though I know it's liable to never happen.
"I think I match you in the naivety department with my dream life. I want a loft and a cat and a cute historian boyfriend. I want to churn out bestselling novels and spend my days type-typing away and going out looking for inspiration and baking cakes and pies, while (like you) sipping on champagne and wine, and crocheting 10ft long scarves and I want to live in France for a few months and I want to have twins, a boy and a girl, but the boy will be born first. Half of these things will probably never happen, but I'll happily try tomake do with whatever I get."
I wish everyone out there could get their dream life.
Yesterday my sister and I watched all three Pirates of the Carribean movies. They're actually amazingly done, I love them. And inbetween movies we made sushi and did face masks. It was great. And then we slept in the basement, watching Cake Boss and Toddlers in Tiaras until 3 in the morning.
Tonight we're watching Dr Horrible's Sing-Along Blog. Should be great fun. Joss Whedon and Neil Patrick Harris together? Yes please! As added awesomeness, Nathan Fillion (Firefly and Castle) and Simon Helberg (The Big Bang Theory) are tossed in! Tres excited.
It's the middle of summer in Canada right now, but it feels like Fall. Something is clearly up.
Tonight we're watching Dr Horrible's Sing-Along Blog. Should be great fun. Joss Whedon and Neil Patrick Harris together? Yes please! As added awesomeness, Nathan Fillion (Firefly and Castle) and Simon Helberg (The Big Bang Theory) are tossed in! Tres excited.
It's the middle of summer in Canada right now, but it feels like Fall. Something is clearly up.
Fat Phoebe
Recently I sent letters to my best friends, something we've wanted to do for a few years now. I should be getting the first reply tomorrow morning! :) Definitely something I'm excited to wake up to!
Me and my bestie have been planning a few "girlie" occasions. One of which is monthly "Fat Phoebe Parties." The idea and name comes from Kate Brian's Untouchable in the Private series, which the two of us are crazy fans of.
According to the girls in the book, there once was a girl named Phoebe (who may or may not have been fat). She'd get depressed sometimes, and as a result would send for expensive chocolates and champagne to cheer herself up.
And so a party tradition was born. If one of the girls got depressed, her friends would throw a Fat Phoebe Party to get her spirits up (In other words, chocolate, champagne, and tears, all around!)
Out of our love for this book (and chic parties and traditions in general) we're doing monthly Fat Phoebe Parties, even if no one is depressed. It'll be a time for venting, watching chic 60s movies, and gorging on chocolates, Chinese food/pizza, and champagne.
Alas, since none of us are yet 19 (the legal drinking age of Ontario), sparkling water and Italian sodas will most likely be substituted for the champagne. Though we do have a few friends with fake IDs ;)
Me and my bestie have been planning a few "girlie" occasions. One of which is monthly "Fat Phoebe Parties." The idea and name comes from Kate Brian's Untouchable in the Private series, which the two of us are crazy fans of.
According to the girls in the book, there once was a girl named Phoebe (who may or may not have been fat). She'd get depressed sometimes, and as a result would send for expensive chocolates and champagne to cheer herself up.
And so a party tradition was born. If one of the girls got depressed, her friends would throw a Fat Phoebe Party to get her spirits up (In other words, chocolate, champagne, and tears, all around!)
Out of our love for this book (and chic parties and traditions in general) we're doing monthly Fat Phoebe Parties, even if no one is depressed. It'll be a time for venting, watching chic 60s movies, and gorging on chocolates, Chinese food/pizza, and champagne.
Alas, since none of us are yet 19 (the legal drinking age of Ontario), sparkling water and Italian sodas will most likely be substituted for the champagne. Though we do have a few friends with fake IDs ;)
This Is My Space
This blog is my new place for thoughts and inspirations.
I have an LJ, but recently every friend I have has started their own. Actually most started their own because they felt left out when they discovered that my bestie and I both have one.
I'm a quiet girl. Excitable and cheerful, but quiet. I'd rather not have half of my real life friends on my LJ. I probably worry about them judging me, but either way, I don't like it.
Strangers are a different story. I don't mind strangers reading my things.
So this is my new space. My new blog, completely hidden from the people in my life. A place for me to talk to myself, share my inspirations, and write out my ideas.
I'm excited!
I have an LJ, but recently every friend I have has started their own. Actually most started their own because they felt left out when they discovered that my bestie and I both have one.
I'm a quiet girl. Excitable and cheerful, but quiet. I'd rather not have half of my real life friends on my LJ. I probably worry about them judging me, but either way, I don't like it.
Strangers are a different story. I don't mind strangers reading my things.
So this is my new space. My new blog, completely hidden from the people in my life. A place for me to talk to myself, share my inspirations, and write out my ideas.
I'm excited!
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