Spewing out my thoughts before bed

The garden is planted again with the exception of some spinach seeds, but I'll see to that tomorrow. My mom and I are growing peas, yellow beans, Swiss chard, lettuce, red and yellow tomatoes, strawberries, some flowers, some spices, bell peppers, carrots, green onions, radishes, naga morich peppers, and bhut jolokia peppers. We're mostly growing the last two as a joke, but we might make an intense hot sauce. I'm growing dwarf sunflowers again and making another attempt at growing tea. I soaked the seeds longer and weighed them down so that they'd stay submerged and cracked the seed coats this time, so hopefully they won't rot before they germinate.

I am ever so delighted at the way Jon Stewart blasted Rob Ford tonight. What a useless mayor he has been! I'm not going to miss him when this is all over.

News article for those out of the loop: http://read.thestar.com/#!/article/5195ab2e7b1eac38c806a9de-rob-ford-in-crack-cocaine-video-scandal

There's a lesson to be learned from all of this: if the fourth-largest city in North America is stupid enough to elect you as their mayor, don't get caught on video smoking crack and don't get photographed with a drug dealer who will be murdered some time after the picture is taken.

When Psy performed at the finale of American Idol, my mom and I couldn't tell if what he was signing sounded like diarrhea, gonorrhea or pyorrhea, so I renamed the song Psyorrhea. I don't care to remember what the song was actually called. That basically sums up my opinion of Top 40.

Call me old-fashioned, but I must say I really don't understand this fashion trend where women buzz a patch out of the sides of their heads. It just looks so ugly. I understand it for people who have had brain surgery, but if I ever had brain surgery, I would feel compelled to shave my whole head to make it even because the patch would bother me so much. Maybe it's the greatest thing ever and my disdain for it can only be attributed to my irrational need for symmetry. Either you have that or you don't.

Bach did. Handel didn't.

I'm no Star Trek fan, but I have a hilarious idea for a parody of the last two movies where William Shatner plays Captain Kirk's future self warning everyone that they're in grave danger and nobody believes he's Captain Kirk from the future.

Those are my thoughts for the night. I'm sure I'll have plenty more to keep me from sleeping until ass o'clock.

The show so far...

Obscure Monty Python reference for the win.

I bulldozed through my eight-course semester with much better grades than expected. I thought I'd need a very long break, but after having been out of school for less than a month, I'm already going crazy because I am currently doing nothing with my life. I am looking for jobs, though, and I'll take the first one I get. Even if I hate it, I can keep looking while making money.

I finally decided on law school. I will apply at Windsor, U of T, York, UBC and UVic. I'm not sure which kind of specialization I want, but I will most certainly not be a defence lawyer. Whatever I pick, I eventually want to be a judge.

I took off for Vancouver on the 21st of April and I finally adjusted to Vancouver time on the 30th. Unfortunately, I came back to Ontario on the 29th, which is why I am once again writing at a ridiculous hour. It was hard to leave this time because most of my family lives there and I realized that I have gone my whole life without getting to know them. That, and it's much more fun than any city in Ontario I have experienced.

I treated myself to an iPad mini and I do not even remotely regret it. I even knitted a case for it. I can use it to prepare for my upcoming LSAT and look for a job for my year off, as well as waste time with games and fun little apps. It made the recent plane rides a lot less boring.

Time to sleep and hopefully wake up early and get my sleep back on track. Goodnight, internets.

Lessons Learned

When you get a free used slow cooker, make sure it wasn't recalled ten years ago because the handles keep breaking and two people had to be hospitalized for severe burns. If the handles are garbage, the rest of it is probably garbage, too, and it might do things such as burn your baked beans on one side of the cooker while leaving the rest raw. I'll be tossing my free used slow cooker in the dumpster when I make my way to the bus stop tomorrow morning. Hopefully the Zellers that's closing down in the mall will still have some cheap and decent slow cookers left!

Also, when refilling your stapler, make sure your thumb is far enough away from the edge when you close it or your stapler will bite you. It only hurts when I put a lot of pressure on it or touch hot stuff, so I'm not concerned.

Going to bed and waking up early is so much better than doing it late. I'm so glad to I can do it this semester and I am not changing back. I'm still trying to push it earlier so I can get more stuff done in the morning.

Princess is an amazing TV show for wasting time. It makes me feel better about my financial situation to know that I don't have tens of thousands of dollars in consumer debt and I don't behave like those girls do with my money. Not that I can; my only credit card has a very low limit and I want to keep it like that.

And I'm tired. Goodnight, world.

This might be my favourite post so far

So much has happened since I last posted. I finally got a KitchenAid mixer as a Christmas gift and have started making my own bread again since I no longer have to knead it by hand anymore. My sleep schedule has become more human-like since I quit the gay bar and had to register in some early classes. Speaking of which, I am registered in eight classes this semester, two of which are full-year. So yes, you guessed it, I won't be doing a lot of posting here until I finish the semester.

On Friday, I missed my Greyhound to Toronto by a minute. I waited too long inside the terminal for the next bus and found myself at the end of a very long line. When I was three places away, the two girls ahead of me who were travelling together were told that there was one seat left. Since I was travelling alone, I got it. Clearly, I was meant to ride this bus. I noticed that the passenger across the aisle from me had a service dog, but like I do with all Greyhound passengers, I paid no more attention to him and crocheted a doily for the rest of the trip.

Apparently I'm an old lady now and I crochet doilies.

The bus normally stops in front of the Royal York Hotel, but had to stop across the street from it due to construction. The guy across from me was blind, and because all the traffic had been rerouted around the construction, was not able to find his own way to Union Station. The driver asked me if I would lead him there. Why wouldn't I? I take the GO train from Union anyway. Turns out he graduated from Music Therapy at Laurier not too long ago. We naturally talked about our professors the whole way there. The overall experience was pretty cool - I've never led a blind person anywhere before - but even better that we had something in common. I'll be looking for his picture on the wall of composites this week.

What else is going on... I now own The Sims 3 (with Pets), I am planning a recital in February with a friend, there will be a Wind Ensemble concert earlier in February, and I'm trying to find a job to start after I finish school. I'm hoping for admin work at a law firm, but I'll still spam my resume all over the GTA and see what happens.

Winter is icumen in, ludhe sing Goddamn!

I ordered Swiss Chalet tonight, thinking in vain that not being hungry would make it easier to study for my musicology exam tomorrow morning. I ate the whole damn thing with an extra side of Chalet sauce and after several hours of getting nowhere, I finally finished. I'm really not enjoying the subject of new musicology and it doesn't help much that one of my music history profs told a wonderful story last year (twice, actually) about how the fucking pioneer of new musicology called Tosca a "shabby little shocker" and never lived it down. I can't take him or anything about him seriously.

If I ever start a band, I'm calling it Shabby Little Shocker. I've got dibs on it.

It's easy enough for me to put together ideas for this one-page outline we're allowed to bring, but actually typing stuff on it is another story. Waking up for it is also going to suck, seeing as it's going to be tomorrow at fucking 9:00 in the morning. What fun that's going to be. The weather is going to be gross, too. Cold and rainy - the worst weather in the world. I'm not looking forward to it at all. On top of that, I have other things to do tomorrow before I go home. I have to pick up music for the next concert, mop the kitchen floor and clean the tub.

I should really stop writing and sleep.

The semester is almost over!

This is just another set of updates. Nothing particularly interesting, but read it anyway if you like.

Today, I tried wild rice. I had it with some green lentils, butter, and salt. I shouldn't have done it. It has more flavour, a nicer texture, and is just better overall than every other rice I've ever had. The only problem is that it is 10x as expensive, even if you go to Bulk Barn on students'/seniors' discount day. I guess I can still eat the other stuff; I'll just save the wild rice for special occasions. What a horrible idea this was. I guess I just wasn't expecting it to be this awesome. Holy shit. I'm so sad that I'm full now because I want to eat more.

I bought an electric razor and I haven't looked back. It doesn't provide the best possible shave, but for the lack of razor burn, I wouldn't ask for more. I can now shave more than once a week! Next summer is going to be great.

Blue cheese is starting to grow on me. No, I don't mean that blue cheese is growing on some part of my body. I'm starting to be able to tolerate the taste of it. I made a tortellini casserole with spinach and blue cheese sauce. I already like the taste of blue cheese in a sauce, because for some reason it's amazing in a sauce and horrible on its own. When eating the casserole, sometimes there was more of a blue cheese flavour than others, and it didn't absolutely gag me. Maybe it helped that I used a very mild blue cheese for this sauce. Ciel de Charleviox, if you're curious. I was even able to take a small bite of it while cooking without having to set my mouth on fire. I might not end up liking the stuff, but might become okay with it.

I have nothing more profound to say tonight, so I'll wrap this up. Goodnight, world.

The Feminism Fridge and Other Updates

First of all, I have a shiny, new wireless keyboard. It's the Logitech K360 in black, in case you give a shit. I no longer have to reach over to get to my laptop keyboard! My desk has a keyboard drawer, which until now I had been using for my pen tablet, pennies and cups. If I had lots of money I would have bought the solar-powered one, but I don't. It's hardly an investment anyway, seeing as two AA batteries will last for three years in this thing and the keyboard itself will probably last just as long as the solar-powered one would. It's a bit weird typing with it and having the tablet all the way to the right of the desk, but I'll get used to it soon enough.

Second, I had allergy testing a few days ago. I am no longer allergic to trees except for a mild allergy to birch, but I should really stay the hell away from horses and ragweed. I might get allergy shots, but I'd like to see an ENT before I do that.

If I may toot my own horn, I kicked this dude's ass in the first letter to the editor on this page. The editing they did to it is atrocious, but it looks half-decent in print. As you can see here, I write more than one sentence in each paragraph, but I guess that can look a little awkward when shoving it all into newspaper columns. I'll also add that it should be Margo Maine's "Body Wars," not what they wrote. Anyway, my feminist friends who came across it enjoyed it very much. One even put it on her fridge, where she and her roommate post feminism-related items. I must say, though, that the second letter is pretty damn awesome as well.

The comments on the original article are also awesome. I'm glad that everyone agrees, and I am happy to see that the majority of commenters are men.

So, yeah. Nothing else worth noting is really going on right now. Hopefully the weather won't suck too much this week. Goodnight, world.