My brain won't let me sleep yet, so here's a sub-par update on things.

Wait a minute, shouldn't sub-par be a good thing? You're supposed to get a low score, right? Anyway.

The bhut jolokia peppers were a success. I dried them out. It was easy enough to do; they're so spicy that mould won't even eat them.

My cousin had a baby girl on New Year's Day. She is a cutie and has such a happy face. I can't wait to go to Vancouver and see her. I've already knitted her a blanket, a hat with a flower on it, and a pair of bunny-shaped booties, and my mom picked out an adorable outfit for her. She is going to keep my knitting needles busy for years.

I have had two colds since my surgery and the difference between before and after is insane. Before, it was absolutely miserable. Now, it's just a nuisance. I also find that I only need to take my allergy spray twice a week, which is great because I don't have drug benefits.

My nose is big news, folks.

If anyone is ever unsure about going through with an adenoidectomy, I suggest that if your doctor says you're a good candidate for it, just do it. Even if you think you're okay to leave them there, you're not. They're inhibiting your ability to breathe through your nose (you are used to it being harder and you will feel the difference right away), they're trapping allergens and germs and other air pollutants between them, they're making it more difficult to deal with upper respiratory tract infections, they might contribute to a deviated septum, they are making your voice sound nasal, and they could potentially cause you to have sleep apnea down the road if they haven't already. Perhaps they are having other effects on you that they didn't on me. It's worth all the misery, eating nothing but goo, and morphine-induced constipation in the end. It's only a week of your 80-ish-year life and it leads to the latter years being a whole lot better.

The main ingredient in U-No-Poo is morphine.

I am applying to a few graduate certificate programs at Centennial College. I decided it would be better to accumulate a bit more student debt and be able to pay it off faster with a better paying job than to make tiny payments with a low-paying job, accumulate an unreasonable amount of interest and not be able to save anything for law school anyway. My first choice is Paralegal, followed by Project Management and Financial Planning. Paralegal would be great, because in Ontario, that's just a few steps short of a lawyer, and would be an awesome thing to have on my law school application. It will be amazing to be finished with fast food for good. Seriously. I've had all I can take of it.

I ordered some leggings from Modcloth. I got plain black ones, sparkly black ones with zippers, and a pair with a space print on them. I am liking ordering clothes online a lot better than I thought I would. In comparison, going to the mall is a pain in the ass. There is no guarantee that I will find something in the entire mall that I will like, and it is much more important for me to wear clothes that I like than to keep up with fashion trends no matter how much I hate them. Online, I don't have to go anywhere and spend an hour walking around. If I don't find something I like on one site, I can go to one of hundreds of others in seconds. Mind, I have yet to have that problem with Modcloth.

In conclusion, this is the end of my post. Goodnight.

Now I Do Not Adenoid Forever - The Story of How I Goodbye Adenoid

One important thing that nobody tells you before you have surgery for the first time in your life is that when they gas you out, you burp up some of the gas after you wake up. Also, they don't tell you that the hallway leading to the operating rooms is designed to look like you are not supposed to be there. I guess that's because unless you are the patient or a member of the surgical team, you really aren't supposed to be there. But seriously, it's creepy. The walls and doorways are flat.

The first thing I noticed after waking up, aside from the oxygen mask, my neck and ears being sore and my arms being numb, was that my breathing was instantly better. It didn't feel as though I was straining to breathe before, but that's because I had been breathing like that all my life and it just felt normal to me. Now it feels like I'm diverting the trade winds with each breath. I'm also sleeping a lot better as a consequence - I feel refreshed when I wake up now because instead of snoring like a jumbo jet trying to fly out of a black hole, I get an adequate amount of oxygen.

I feel much better two weeks later than I did for the first few days after the surgery. Adenoidectomy is rarely performed in adults (in the 25 years my surgeon has been practicing, I am the third adult he has done it for), but when it is, it is a very different recovery. It wasn't as bad as, say, breaking an arm - that is, if I remember breaking my arm correctly - but the only thing that helped at all (and even still not a lot) with the pain was morphine and cold water. Other pain medications wouldn't touch it. Talking and swallowing were agonizing. I'm thankfully off it now, but even two weeks later, if I miss a dose of ibuprofen, swallowing gives me the sensation of my soft palate driving a nail into the bottom of my cranium. Knowing all of this, though, I would do it again if I had to go back. I don't miss my adenoids at all.

Yes, this means that a part of my body was cut out and incinerated and I am happy about it.

Also, I started my job this week. It's part time, so I'll likely need a second job. I already have been selected for a phone interview for another job. Hopefully I'll get it and finally have enough money to sustain myself.

And that's it. I'm done. Don't make me write any more.

The Stylish Surprise

So, right out with it - I got this dress, but with red stripes instead of white. I'd say it was worth it! I actually prefer it with the red stripes. I will definitely order another stylish surprise.

I had a dream the night I ordered it that I got a dress with the same colours, but a different style. It was a cotton dress with lace trim on the top and clearly made for someone with a larger bust, but because of the neckline I was still able to wear it without exposing my entire bra. Then this awesome lady from this awesome video told me, "Are you sure that dress fits you? Girl, that dress is way too big on the top." Fortunately, the dress I got fits me perfectly.

In case she ever reads this: Your fortune-telling skills in complete strangers' dreams are not up to par. You should work on that.

My future was rewritten just over a week ago and my surgery has been moved to TOMORROW. I am very happy about this. I am not necessarily excited for the procedure itself, but the results (i.e. breathing better and not snoring) will be awesome.

Also, as of today I have a job stuffing pitas. I start training on Tuesday. Yay for not being piss poor anymore!

How I Met Homer and Bart Simpson in Real Life

For my thirteenth birthday, I went on a cruise with one of my childhood friends and her mother. One morning as we were heading to the elevator, I witnessed an exchange between an overweight, balding man in jeans and a white t-shirt and his blond son wearing a t-shirt and shorts. They might have been blue and orange, but I guess I can forgive a ten-year-old boy for not wanting to wear the same outfit every day, especially on vacation, in case I do not remember correctly.

Anyway, they were having a conversation about how the son knew where all of the "old people" were staying. The dad asked him, "How do you know?"

He answered, "I knocked."

I was expecting the dad to teach him a lesson in manners, but instead, he replied, "Let me try!" and proceeded to knock on a complete stranger's door just to see if the occupants were old. That's where the story ends. I never saw Homer and Bart again. Not in real life, anyway.

Now for the updates, since it has been a while.

I am scheduled to have my overgrown adenoids removed in the middle of December (finally). I cannot wait. The thought of breathing and sleeping better is simply amazing. I don't even care that I will be sore on Christmas, I just want them out.

I ordered one of Modcloth's Stylish Surprises. I have been meaning to try it out for a while, but I keep missing it every time. Not this time! I am excited to see what I get. I paid $15 for either a skirt, top, dress or jacket in my size that will be worth $30-300. Based on some blog posts and Facebook posts I have read, it is usually worth it, although some people get something totally horrible like this snake dress. I may or may not post a picture of what I get when it comes.

And now to plow through the rest - still no job, coloured my hair brown and got a new hair cut, harvested some dwarf sunflower seeds yesterday to plant later, tea seeds rotted again and are being eaten by worms but I will try again indoors when the bugs are away for the winter, successfully grew ghost chilies in Canada on the first try, started knitting curtains for my window but one of the needles went missing and hasn't resurfaced so I can't finish it yet, had the best grapes of my life today, can't fall asleep before 3:00 anymore.

That's it for tonight. I leave you with this awesome article about welfare.

The text in the second/broken image meme reads, "Oh, you spent your welfare check on the new iPhone and now you're broke? Better ask Siri where you can get a job like the rest of us!"