Good news!

1. My mom and I aren't arguing now.

2. The library checked in Heroes, and they're not charging me a fine.

3. Grandma has a place in a nursing home now!!!!!

So yeah... pretty happy about that. What's really great is that me and Mom can take the bus to the nursing home Grandma's going to be in when my dad's working.

'Scuse me while I procrastinate

I'm roughly 550 words away from reaching my word goal for NaNoWriMo. Which is great, but now I'm stuck on what to write next. I have a good story brewing, though. It just hasn't come up a full boil yet (haha).

So, my computer conked out, went to the repair shop, and came back. The guy said something on the phone about the driver failing, so I'm continuing NaNo on Dad's computer. He told me to wash dishes today, but I woke up and heard Mom starting them, and I was like COME ON!!! I told you last night I'd do them in the morning!!!

All I've had for breakfast is apple cider. I'll eat soon, though :)

Easter Weekend, Part One

Yes, I'm going to post about the weekend in chunks, a concept stolen from AJ. Hope you don't mind, AJ :) lol

I'll start with today, Good Friday.

(I didn't bold that to put emphasis on religion, by the way.)

Today started with me drinking my leftover ginger ale from last night for 'breakfast' while checking the library site to see if they'd be open tomorrow. Turns out they are. And when I told Mom, she said, "Yes, they are! Saturday isn't a holiday!" Jeez, Mom, I'm only trying to help. Way to encourage a girl...

Then it was cleaning. For me, that meant tossing the dogs' blankets in the washing machine with a good scoop of Borax to make them smell nice and pretty, taking any dirty towels, clothing and facecloths down to the laundry room, etc. Then it was sweeping time, which resulted in me having to take a break due to thirst (which was due to a crappy breakfast) and a sore back. My back is still a little sore, but not as bad as before.

I can't remember when Katie and Dan arrived - I think it was around noon. After some chit-chat, Katie and Dan left to go somewhere. I don't know where. There was crap on TV, so Mom and I watched The Incredibles on DVD - well, I watched it, since Mom kinda abandoned the movie. Dad watched the rest of it with me, though. Katie and Dan came back near the end. After pausing the credits to find out who did the voice for Syndrome, I took the DVD out and switched it back to TV, and we watched on BBC Canada until Top Gear came on. It was around that time that Katie and Mom left to visit Grandma in the hospital, so me, Dad and Dan watched Top Gear, which was pretty cool. I read a bit of Blood and Chocolate during Top Gear as well.

Mom freaked out at me near dinnertime because I had walked behind her while she was handling a pot of potatoes. And the she told me to get out of her way whilst I was making sure the bottle of cleaner was okay (it had fallen in the sink). Grr. I ate dinner - beef shank stew stuff (which had these friggin' rings of fat, so I had to get a Dr Pepper after dinner) and mashed potatoes. I watched Coronation Street and Jeopardy!. Dad badgered me to wash dishes, and I didn't. Hell yeah.

And then I had to fish a dog toy out from under the couch. Which was a pain. In my back. And then my mom told me that I was the source of a bad smell, so I came up here, in the Spare Oom. And then she called me down to apologise, because it was actually the dog bed that smelled. And I came back up here.

And Spectacle is coming on in roughly 14 minutes, so I'd better finish this post quickly. Sounds like we'll have to eat in our laps Easter Sunday, and Grandpa hinted about shunting us kids in the friggin' sun room to make room for their friends from friggin' ARIZONA!!!!!

....phew.

13 minutes to spare.

I guess I should post this post now. I'll report back soon, maybe tomorrow. And most likely Sunday evening, to dish out the dirt on the dinner.

12 minutes. Gotta go.

...wait, now it's 11 minutes! Bye-bye :)

I picked up the wretched clutch again

...and I figured out what was wrong with it - the stitches were twisted. So, after a bit of untwisting (and I think a bit of frogging as well), I fixed it. Hopefully the diamond pattern will show up. I probably should've practised the diamond pattern beforehand with some scrap yarn, but I didn't think of that at the time.

The Calorimetry is close to being finished - I have a few more Row 7 repeats to do, and then the Row 8 stuff, and the bind off. And sewing on the button, of course. I'm not sure what button I'll use - maybe I'll use the other purple button. Or the other star button. Speaking of buttons, I should get one of those bags o' buttons from Len's and start a button jar. My mom recently moved her button jar into a dish for easier access.

My dad bought cannoli from our favourite bakery today, because he and Mom were craving it, thanks to Phantom Gourmet. So I had three Sicilian cannoli. Yum :)

Oh, and Mom thinks that Dad was faking the headache to get out of going to church because he said that the loud TV volume wasn't bothering it. No comment.

The Holiday Weekend in a Nutshell

I'm typing this using Dad's computer, because I can't get to mine. We put up an air mattress for Katie and Dan to sleep in, so Mom's elyptical workout machine thingy had to be moved to make room for the mattress. Said elyptical is behind my chair. A Rubbermaid tub is in my chair. I don't mind, I just find it funny that I'm not used to this monitor.

And now, the Holiday Weekend Thus Far. This section will probably be edited later to include dessert at Grandma and Grandpa's.

Saturday

As I mentioned before, Dad didn't bring up the table, so Mom and I had to haul it upstairs either during or after Letterman. Fun times. Mom also did some quick dusting. Dad did help clean before he went to work, but the floor still needed a sweep later that day.

Katie and Dan arrived first, because they had to pick up Nathan and Steph. When everyone except Dad was there (he was working that day, and came home around 6:00-ish), I put in disc 3 of SNL, season one. Nathan kept talking over it. He also asked me if I wanted their DS if he replaces it. I said that I was thinking there's more to it. He got all pissed off and changed his mind. When they went out later (to get bread so Steph could have a sandwich), I got upset. But I'm not upset anymore. Why should I be? I have a PSone. A piece of history.

We ate when Dad got home. I had to sit next to Steph, which I wasn't thrilled about. I told Katie that in private, and she told me to just sit through dinner. So I did. It wasn't so bad, until dessert. I was being goofy, smearing whipped cream on Mom's nose, and I accidentally got some on her glasses. She wasn't too mad about it, but that didn't stop Nathan calling me a jerk. So I went upstairs and ate my pie.

I'll add more later, I have to face the Grandparents. Yay us. Woo-hoo. I hope I get outta this alive.

edited for spelling

The GED book has been found!

I guess it was in a box of books. But seriously... was it there the whole time???

In other news:

1. Mom and Dad are cleaning like crazy. I've tried to help, but I think it's best if I just stay far, far away right now
2. I can't find my favourite SNL skits from the 70's on YouTube. Except for a really crappy video where someone is holding a video camera up to a TV. Gah. I just can't win.
3. The dogs are driving me crazy.
4. I'm not looking forward to my upcoming dental appointments.

The market, my parents, and Saturday Night Live

First, my parents and the market.

We went to the farmer's market this morning. Maybe I should've stayed home. There weren't too many wasps, but when I flinched, Dad yelled at me, saying that it provokes them. Uh, Dad, what the heck was I supposed to do! It buzzed right in my ear! It's human nature to recoil!

And then we're walking back to the car, and Dad makes a sudden left turn, and I'm standing with Mom in between the sidewalks, and a car is stopped in front of Mom. So what does mom say?

"Sam, pay attention! It's like walking with a ten-year-old!"

Well, it's not my fault that Dad decides to make sudden turns when there's cars coming out everybody's ears.

Then in the evening, Mom's mad because she told Dad that she wanted to order Chinese take-out, and he started drinking. He only had one beer, so he was okay to drive, but Mom wasn't too keen on it. Which I totally get. Then, when I wrote down what we wanted to order so that my dad could read it aloud over the phone, I asked him if he could read it, because I made some errors with the pen, and my writing is a bit small. So he read, "Pork fried vice...", because apparently, I can't write. So I flew into a rage, and he flew into a rage, and I went downstairs and put my headphones on until Mom called me upstairs to watch the Major League Soccer game (Toronto FC beat New York 3-1, by the way!!!!!).

And now, for the SNL portion of this post.

I started watching season one of Saturday Night Live this afternoon while my mom was making grape jam. I ate some of the grapes, and they were pretty sour, but good. I got to see John Belushi's impression of Joe Cocker, which was hilarious!

I need to vent

My parents appall me.

Seriously. Yeah, I've been known to go on and on about something, but yelling at me won't make me stop, it'll just infuriate me even more. Why don't they get that?! If they want respect from me, they need to treat me with respect, plain and simple.

My dad, for instance. We're at the library, and he told me off for 'going on and on' about something. He had told me to walk around to pay my fines because I forgot to remind the librarian that I had fines, and I don't know if she saw them on the monitor. So I'm about to walk around when my dad says, "Just hold on, and give them your card here!" And I called him a hypocrite. And I 'went on and on'. And he yelled at me.

It was raining when we went home, and when I got in the door, I took my shoes off, thinking Mom would yell at me if I walked on the wood flooring in wet running shoes. My dad, who came in after me, yelled at me for not stepping in (on the wood floor, in wet runners...), and he KICKED MY SHOES OUT OF THE WAY, OUT OF HIS WAY! AM I SOME KIND OF INCONVENIECE TO HIM OR SOMETHING?! THIS IS RIDICULOUS!

I swear, every time I go to the library with my father, he tells me that Mom and I need to stop reserving so much stuff. Hey, I can't control when it comes in!

I think I'll start walking to the library, even when I have a large amount of items to go back and/or pick up. Anything to avoid my old man. Yes, I'm willing to break my back to avoid going to the library with him. I need the fresh air anyhow.

My mom is nearly as bad. When I was crabby and recovering from that headache, my sister called after I'd calmed down, and she was tellig my sister that I get so frustrated over my algebra, and that the black belt test was so for me, and now... oh, and according to my mother, I should get my florist's certificate. Why would I need a florist's certificate?!

Whether you like it or not, MOM, I'm going to university. Got it?!

On top of that, I'm supposed to like Steph because she's my brother's pick. I never said I hated her. All I said was that she's rather irresponsible. She has allergies, and a cat. Now, I have no problem with folks getting married young, I just think that my brother is too immature to handle marriage. I don't even know where he's working anymore, and if he doesn't have a steady income, how is he gonna support Steph?

I can't wait 'til youth group starts up again.

I want to walk to the library tomorrow.

Since apparently I'm being very disagreeable, I'm gonna rebel. I think I should be a little self-indulgent. For too long, I've smiled, nodded my head, obeyed people, and didn't give myself credit.

I'm not such a bad person. I have skills. I can knit. I can read. I can do math, even though it drives me nuts. I can defend myself from an attacker. I can protest peacefully. I can play music - not as well as some kids, but I know how to read music, which is a plus. I can work, but nothing seems to grab me, which is why I don't have a job. I am not completely worthless. I have potential.

I'm not going to let anyone squash my dreams. I will work in radio. I will continue playing music, and hopefully, I'll become a session musician or a singer. I love to sing. And I think, if given the chance, I would love to act. Because I was in karate for so long, I never took acting classes. Maybe I'll start.

Maybe I'll write for a living, too. Heck, Stephen King writes and is in a band. If he can do it, I can, too. And my parents aren't going to stop me.

Now, my dears, here's some music. I believe my Ravelry friend, Dianna, would call these songs 'pretty noises', right, Dianna? :)

First, Blitzkrieg Bop by The Ramones




Bad Reputation by Joan Jett. This video might not be suitable for younger readers, or readers who don't like swearing.




Rock n' Roll High School by The Ramones




My Generation by The Who

That darn cat

Mouse the cat has been quite a little madam lately. This morning, she kept picking on the dogs - even Goldie, who gets in between the cat and another dog to make sure that the cat is okay! Goldie's quite protective of the cat.

Mouse also tried to get a second treat this morning. Every morning, Mom gives the cat a treat and the dogs each get a treat, too. But this morning, I got up to let the dogs out, so I gave them treats instead of Mom. Mom came down later, and Mouse was meowing at her, asking for another treat, the little brat.

So, I'm not sure when youth group starts up again. I asked an advisor if there had been meetings, and he said no, but we'd be starting up soon. I haven't heard anything else since, but I'm sure he'll tell me when everyone meets up again.

I'm gonna have to keep Twilight out longer. I can't renew it, but I'm willing to pay the fines - I still have birthday money from the grandmother I've never met in case my fines get to be expensive. I remember one time, when I was a kid, we had two bags of library books to go back, and Dad was supposed to take both back, but only took one. So I had about $7 in fines. Ouch. I have only $1 in fines (two DVDs were two days late going back), and because Twilight is a teen fiction book in the library system, it should only cost me 10 cents a day, which is the fine for children's fiction. Either that, or it'll be the same as adult fiction, which is 25 cents a day. I hope it's 10 cents, that way I won't have to dip into my birthday money if I have the book out a while. I still have about $3 in change, though, so I should be good for paying fines.

So Mom and Dad are out shopping at Wal-Mart. I wanted to come with them, 'cause they have Bernat Baby Sport on sale, but Mom wanted me to stay home in case they did Christmas shopping. Okay, I'm cool with that. As long as I get to the library by tomorrow afternoon, otherwise the DVD on Ahmet Ertegun that's on the shelf for me will go back. Not fun.

Just a quick post...

I'm bored, and I haven't eaten anything yet. Although I might eat a cupcake soon.

My keyboard keeps cutting out. I'll have to ask Mom how to fix that problem.

I got my right speaker to work yesterday, so I'm not sure if I wrecked the left one, or if it's just being silly. I need new speakers anyway.

And I have Paradise by the Dashboard Light stuck in my head.

I don't know if I'm going to church today, because Dad had a tiring night at work last night. So I have the sound off on my computer. Although, I'm probably making more noise than the computer, because I keep yelling at my keyboard.

Silly kitty...

I was in a rather deep sleep early this morning... until the cat woke me up.

Mouse was chasing... a mouse. And making a lot of noise, might I add. I'd hear her swatting at my laundry hamper (it's made of soft plastic canvas with a metal frame... I love IKEA :D), or swatting my huge armchair (which I can't sit in 'cause it has a pile of fabric sitting on it, plus it's covered in cat hair :p).

I think it was about four-ish in the morning when Mouse woke me up. I haven't set my clock, since I keep forgetting to wind it up. But I had turned on the radio, and I think the DJ said it was nearly time for the pre-morning show, which starts at 5 AM. I tried to read a bit of Twilight, but I couldn't concentrate on it. Maybe it was because of poor lighting - I was reading by my flashlight, which was pointed at a wall to give me the right amout of light, but I didn't have the single light on the wall next to it (it's hard to explain, since it's a basement) turned on, so I guess it wasn't enough light, and I didn't want to walk over to the lightswitch and turn it on, because I didn't want to step on a terrified mouse... or a cat, for that matter.

When I woke up, at around 7-ish or 8-ish, the cat was laying on my bed. Dad came downstairs to get something, and I pointed out the cat, and he saw a dead mouse (eep) on the floor. So he got rid of that. Later than morning, she was 'playing' with another mouse. I wasn't sure if it was dead, or if it was playing dead, but Dad got rid of it, too.

So Mom thinks I should make basic socks for my first pair, instead of Monkey. She also suggested that I make my first pair in a solid colour... only problem is, the pattern from Hip to Knit uses double knit, and I don't have enough green double knit for a pair of socks, and the only other double knit I have is the black with the coloured flecks. So yeah... I'd have to either go yarn shopping or look in Mom's stash.

Take that, Combat Mom

My mother, well, she's in combat mode today. So I'm up here fuming with my music blaring. First it was the Rocky Horror soundtrack. Now it's Queen.

Man, I love being able to access the internet from the Spare Oom and blast music.

We got into a fight over school safety - I know, it's an odd subject to argue over, but we're a strange family. You see, we were watching Dr Phil at the time, and the episode was about violence in school. So I'm trying to get my point across, and she's cutting me off, and gets all offended when I tell her not to interrupt, because apparently I sound condescending. I probably did sound rude, but trust me, that was not what I was aiming for. So I hide up here, and scream that she always has to be right, and it's been that way since the day I was born. Dad calls me back down and calmly tells me that that was uncalled for and that the sun doesn't shine outta my, er, butt. I would use the alternative word, which is what he actually used, but I don't want to offend anyone. You have to feel sorry for my dad, really. He got caught in the middle of a catfight (again, I'll avoid using the explicit alternative).

So now I'm up here, blogging, with a Ravelry window open, Queen's greatest hits blaring, and a can of V8 on my desk.

♪Can anybody find me somebody to looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooove?♪

Another funny

I forgot to mention something funny that happened at Costco.

Dad started looking at computers, because he wants to replace this one (it is at least five years old). So we were trying to crack the passwords on the computers. I couldn't get the first one, but the second one I tried to crack had a picture of a kitty as the user photo, so either my mom or my dad suggested that I try 'kitty'. It worked! But the computers were set up so that you can't access them even if you get the password right. It was still awesome, though :)

Mom and Dad went shopping while I stayed home and watched the David Gilmour DVD. When they came home, Dad immediately asked me to take frozen macaroni and cheese and frozen Jamacian patties to the downstairs freezer. I tried to put them in the big freezer, where frozen meals normally go, but it's packed. With meat. That they bought and sealed up with the Foodsaver vac-packer. So I got all PO'ed, and Mom told me to put it all in the bread freezer. So after complaining that the bread's gonna shatter, I put it in anyway. Then Dad storms downstairs, ready for an argument. Honestly, does he always have to be in attack mode when I'm angry? He could have spoken to me civilly. One of the baskets in the frezzed slips when I'm angrily trying to put it back in, so he says to let him do it. I'm trying to fix the problem, and he yells at me to get out of there and let him fix it. Typical.

And afterwards they gave me three packs of Pocky. Pocky are these biscuit sticks covered in chocolate, or strawberry cream, but I'm pretty sure that there are other flavours that we can't get here. They're made in Japan, and they're yummy. Plus, they aren't completely covered in chocolate - one tip is just bare biscuit so that your hand doesn't get messy! How awesome is that?

Anyway, Mom wanted me to apologize first, so I did. I did overreact, probably because I was in a rotten mood. The DVD skipped on a track or two, and I had to pause it a few times because the dogs were barking.

And now I'm listening to U2 :)

YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So I didn't get to the library yesterday. And now it looks like I might not get to the library today, either. 'Cause mom says that we don't have to go to the library today, we can go tomorrow, she'll give me change for the fine on Quadrophenia, yadda-yadda-yadda!!!!!! But wait, there's more...

She started yapping about the lack of tradespeople again. Are you interested in a trade, she askes. I told her what I want to do!

I WANT TO BE A RADIO DJ. NOT A BRICKLAYER, NOT A MILLWRIGHT, A RADIO DJ!!!!!!!!!!

...I feel better now.

So Momma's gonna watch her DVDs today. I'll probably read one of my library books while she's watching her library stuff. Maybe I'll even slap on the headphones.

I forgot to mention that when I was playing Final Fantasy VIII, I was getting lost a lot. I was in a tomb where you get lost easily. There's a side-quest in the tomb, and I started it by finding Sacred and beating him up. I left the rest of the side-quest til later, because I have to go to Deling City to tell the man what the Student ID number in the tomb was. All I have to do, once I get a chance to go back to the tomb, is find Sacred's brother and beat him up, too. Then I get the Brothers Guardian Force. Yay!

I still have to use the lamp and fight Diablo. I tried before, without success, but now that my main characer, Squall, has higher HP (yaaaay HP-Junction!), I think my party has a chance. And when I do get Diablo, I'll give him a cutesy name. How about...

Fluffy!

COME ON!!!!!!!!!

Well, I watched Canadian Idol tonight. I voted for Mookie, Earl, Drew and Theo. And Mookie got kicked off. I'm so mad.

Plus, I did not get to go to the library today. Tomorrow, my mom says. So I guess we're going tomorrow. Well, come tomorrow, she'd better not put it off, because I have to take back Quadrophenia, tomorrow.

And when I was playing Final Fantasy VIII while my parents were out, Teddy kept whining every time she heard a car door. "It's not them!" I kept telling her. And when they did come home, she got excited. Really, really excited.

Here's Mookie singing Magic Carpet Ride by Steppenwolf...




And here he is singing Lola by The Kinks. Mom didn't like it as much as I did...




Mookie performing James Brown's 'I Feel Good'...




And last, but far, far, far from least, Mookie performing Ophelia by The Band.

Here's what's new.

Yesterday, Erica commented on one of my photos of Mouse that I put up on Facebook. And yet she couldn't take the time to e-mail me. Huh.

Also yesterday, Mom was watching some movie, and I asked her what it was. She told me it was a goofy movie. So I said, "If no one's watching it, shall I look for something else?", and she replied, "I never said I wasn't watching it." So I ate my bread upstairs, in the spare room.

I heard some awesome music last night in the spare room. After my bread, I brought up my knitting and listened to the Galaxie music channels. All it is is a black screen with the song info in white text, moving slowly so that it doesn't burn out one particular part of the screen. I was often switching Galaxie channels when there was a song I wasn't keen on. I heard a Jethro Tull song on Galaxie GoldRock, and Tutti Fruitti on Rock n' Roll. I think I even heard some decent songs on Galaxie Rock, which usually has new rock thrown in. But the other night I did hear Viva la Vida by Coldplay on Galaxie Rock, which was awesome, and Hot Patootie by Meatloaf (from Rocky Horror, as seen in the post below this one) on GoldRock.

Back from the festival!

And I only spent $3! On a wooden ring! It's black with pink flowers, and it's quite pretty. I'll have to take a photo of it sometime.

My mom and I also got six buttons from a social justice tent. They're pretty awesome. I got one with a Nelson Mandela quote and one with a Rosa Parks quote.

But when we got funnel cakes, they were more like 'elephant ears'. And I don't mean the actual ears of elephants! I mean friend dough! I had icing sugar and whipped cream on mine, my mom had cinnamon sugar on hers and my dad had maple syrup and brown sugar on his. They were still good, but not exactly what we had anticipated, because we've had a proper funnel cake before. I can't remember where we got one, though...

It was raining on and off. The fella who directed us to a spot and took the $6 parking fee told us a psychiatrist joke: How many psychiatrists does it take to change a lightbulb? One - but only if the lightbulb really wants to change!

Before we started looking at the tents, Mom took a photo of some pretty flowers, then Dad went back to the car to get his sunglasses (I, as usual, forgot mine). While we waited for him to come back, Mom took two photos of a squirrel in a tree eating a potato chip.

Holly didn't e-mail me about going to the festival, so she was probably too busy. The festival wasn't that fabulous anyway - it used to be so much better, from what my parents told me. And it was raining, so it wouldn't have been much fun for Holly.

My cat, my mom, and a spider.

It's a strange title, but don't worry - it'll all make sense in a moment.

First, the spider. I hate spiders. Last night I was shining a flashlight around my room to make sure the cat wasn't there, and I saw this spider in between my bookcases. So I went upstairs, into the kitchen to get some paper towel (the cat was sitting in the middle of the floor), went back downstairs and tried to squash it - but it decided to hide behind one of the bookcases. Damn.

Then, earlier, the cat clawed my foot. And when the internet connection dropped (it does that sometimes, 'cause we have a wireless router, and I think the modem acts up), I unplugged the modem and the router, then went to get a glass of water. I usually have to wait a bit before plugging stuff back in so that the connection comes back properly. So I went back into the computer/dining room with my glass of water, and that cat jumped in the chair!

Finally, my mom. She was saying that in September, when I start my homeschooling for the term (I hate the word 'semester'. I'm part English and part Welsh, so I'm gonna say 'term'), I have to do my work at the same times every weekday. Okay, I'm supposed to be homeschooling, not doing the school-at-home stuff. I don't have anything against school-at-home, I just don't work that way. So she tells me that if I'm going to college, I should learn to work by a schedule, because college timetables are different from university timetables. So here's my question...

Who said I was going to college instead of university?!

I've made it quite clear that I'd like to study brodcast journalism and someday get a job in radio, and I know that I can study that at a university, because some of the DJs at Q107 went to university. I also would like to study music. I have no desire to become a bricklayer or a butler - I say 'butler' because my darling mother cut out a newspaper article on butlers, and suggested that I become one.

What I'm going to do is be smart about my career. Like Sting - he used to be a teacher who performed in clubs. I might do something like that. Work as a DJ during the day, and by night I'll sing in clubs, or be a session keyboardist.

*sigh*

So my mom and I were watching the Rocky Horror Picture Show today, but it started raining heavily, so we didn't catch the last half hour. So I thought, okay, it's on again at 5:00, I'll catch it then. So then my mom asks me if I want to go to the roller derby, and I told her that I wasn't sure. So she says, "You just said that you wanted to get out of the house more!" But I wanna watch Rocky Horror! COME ON!!!

So I'm going to watch the last half hour, 'cause Dad's watching a movie. So that means I'll be off the computer at 6:00.

I went a little crazy.... :D

So last night my mom was on her laptop, watching scenes from The Rocky Horror Picture Show, and after that she moved on to Meat Loaf videos . Did she succeed in trying to embarrass me? Perhaps, because after trying to sing over top of her (and not succeeding), I went downstairs and put on Bryan Adams Unplugged. But after a little while, I figured that using the computer would be better.

So I fired up the computer and played the video of Summer of '69. Whether it was on my blog or on YouTube itself, I'm not sure. I later moved on to other songs - the Bryan Adams songs had to be played on YouTube, because I don't own any of his albums, but the songs by U2, Queen and Led Zeppelin were played on iTunes. By around 11:00 PM, my head and ears were aching. The upside, though, is that my mom sent me the link to the YouTube video she was watching, and she sent me the lyrics from The Lemon Song by Led Zeppelin.

Oh, and I created a YouTube account.

My head's a little bit achy right now, and I'm so bloody warm. I have to go change into something else.