What an absurd morning.

I woke up at around 7-ish because one of the dogs was whining. I waited before going upstairs, because I thought I heard the TV on upstairs, so I figured, If Dad's up, he'll hear them and let them out, if he isn't, I'll go let them out.

So anyways, I went upstairs to let them out, and I stupidly forgot to put the baby gate up first, so they went upstairs to bug Mom. So I called to them in what I thought was a mid-range voice, "Come on, guys, out for a pee!", or something like that, and Mom said in a pissed-off hiss to be quiet, or don't yell, or something. Grr.

So then I let them outside - or did Mom let them out? Oh, I can't remember, but the dogs went out anyway. Mom told me, "I was going to let them out." Here I am, trying to be nice and let the dogs out, and not only do I get told off for yelling when I was trying to keep my voice down (it's kinda hard for dogs to hear whispers, don't you think?), but I get told that I didn't need to let them out. Huh.

It was 7:20-ish when I looked at the microwave's clock. I went back to bed, hoping to get some more sleep since I pretty much woke up for nothing. I don't think I got to sleep until 8:00-ish or just before 8. When I woke up again at around 10-ish, I listened to the radio for a bit, and I didn't actually go upstairs again until about 11:45-ish. Wow, I'm using '-ish' a lot. haha. The reasons I waited to get out of bed were: 1) I was warm, and 2) I needed to shower, but I couldn't because Mom was washing dishes, so there was really no point in me getting out of bed only to wait to be able to shower. I decided to wait to shower until noon-ish because of a massive dump in the toilet that probably smelled foul. It was still a little whiffy when I got in the shower.

The good news: I remembered to give my face a wash! AND put moisterizer on!

For John

On this day in 1980, John Winston Lennon was shot. He was not just a musician. He was a man of peace.

RIP John Lennon, 1940 - 1980

Mind Games:



Instant Karma:




Give Peace a Chance (contains some violence):




Imagine:




Stand by Me:




Mother:




Happy Xmas/War is Over:

I got a necklace :)

We went to the Japanese Canadian Cultural Centre's Christmas bazaar this morning. I got a pretty blue necklace - a long necklace. I don't own many long necklaces, so that's why I got one. It'll look awesome with my white sleeveless top and a pair of jeans :)

We went to Zarky's afterwards, where Mom got pissed off because Dad wandered off to look for kitchen utensils and pots and stuff, which they didn't have. I got pissed off because Mom didn't want to get any danishes because they didn't 'look very nice'. So what? She didn't have to get one if she didn't want to, but that shouldn't stop me from getting one. Dammit. We did get sausage rolls for lunch, though.

Then it was off to Sobey's, and then back home, where Mom put the sausage rolls in the oven to heat up. They were tasty - I think there's still one left, but I think three's enough for me, om nom nom :) Mom actually let us get Nutella. We haven't had Nutella or a similar chocolate-hazelnut spread in the house for months! So I also had a peanut butter and Nutella sandwich.

Then Dad and I went out again, because he had errands to run and I had to take that Beatles book back to the library. I had about $1.50 in fines, and now I have another $1.50 and counting, because the book didn't get checked in til later, and I'm still borrowing season two of SNL. Mom says she'll pay the fines for SNL, though.

I hate having to pay 25 cents a day for everything now. Damn teen card :(

Fridaaaaaaaaaayyyy :)

Now then. The MSN conversations.

I think it was last week that I spoke to Max on MSN, and he wants to read my NaNoWriMo novel when it's done. Now, I'll have to do some editing, but afterwards I might let him read it. I haven't decided yet.

Holly also asked to read it. I can't remember when she asked - a week ago? Two weeks ago?

I spoke to Erica for a bit, too. And she had the nerve to say that a 50k word novel was 'hardly a novel'. But when I told her the novels were only rough drafts, she said 'nvm', or something like that. So.... yeah.

I think I'm going to skip youth group for the month of December. I really don't feel like going from 'holiday cheer' mode to 'defend the mouth against a cushion attack' mode. I want to enjoy December, and I'm gonna enjoy it whether people like it or not.

So I did some Christmas shopping today, speaking of the holidays. Mom and I got some stuff for Dad, so that means I just have to finish Justin's scarf and get something for Mom - and maybe something for Breanne. I've decided not to make her that Calorimetry. I guess I'm feeling like a selfish knitter. But you know what? I rarely spend money on myself, and when I do, I often feel bad about spending the money. Maybe I should be a little self-indulgent, since Erica is being a narcissist, my brother rarely calls, and my grandparents continue to degrade my parents and I.

Life is bloody beautiful.

On the upside, Doctor Who and Don't Forget the Lyrics! are on tonight. And I still have time to volunteer for the Holiday Music Sunday if I want to, although I might not. I really want to sing 'Walking in the Air' from The Snowman, but at the same time I'm pissed off that our minister isn't coming back.

Oh, and I watched another holiday movie - a version of A Christmas Carol. It was a black-and-white version, although it wasn't the version I'm familiar with. This one was an American version, and the one I had seen before was a British version. It was still good, though. Elf is going to be on soon - Sunday, I think - on CBC, although CBC has a nasty habit of butchering movies to fit commercials in. They did that with Love Actually last year. Well, now we own Love Actually, so we'll probably watch the DVD.

Hey, it's Thursday...

...and that was quite possibly one of my most boring titles yet :p

But my day wasn't too boring. I had a weird dream about winning We Will Rock You tickets - which is strange, because I never win concert tickets, never mind musical tickets. I totally freaked out earlier because my computer went all funky when I opened Scrabble. It works fine, though, it was just readjusting the monitor for the game. But Mom yelled at me for freaking out: "Right away you're panicking!!!" Or something like that. I don't remember her exact words, and quite frankly, I don't really care.

Yesterday, on the other hand...

The good news

1. I picked up my stuff from the library.
2. We got Swiss Chalet Festive Meals for dinner - including the Lindt chocolates!!! And I didn't get stiffed on my chocolates this time!!!

The not-so-good

1. I forgot to take We're Going to See the Beatles! back. And it's overdue, too.
2. Someone stepped on my feet at Swiss Chalet, but that was my own fault. I had my feet sticking out.

I forgot to tell you, dear reader, about my MSN conversations with Holly and Max! But I have to go now - Coronation Street is coming on. See ya.

"I'm just a sweet transvestite..."

Okay, not really, but I'm listening to the Rocky Horror soundtrack.

So I was watching season two of SNL yesterday afternoon, and on one of the episodes - it was the episode just before the Christmas of '76 - Frank Zappa was the musical guest. I had only really heard one whole Zappa tune before watching that episode, I had only heard snippets of songs from the radio ad for the Zappa Plays Zappa concert a while back.

The first thing that seemed to grab me was how skinny Frank Zappa was. It started out with Frank singing, and then he yelled, "Take it away, Don Pardo!", and Don Pardo announced the sentances on the blackboard that Frank pointed to with a wooden pointing stick. I can't really remember what the sentances were, but one of them had something to do with 'selling the rights to your soul'. Later on in the performance, the camera panned over to one of the monitors, where some kind of paste was oozing out of something above the monitor, which freaked me out a little, but the music was brilliant.

Something tells me that Frank Zappa was an under-appreciated genius. Dad once said that he was a musician who basically gave the musical finger to people who didn't like him, or something like that.

Frank appeared in one of the skits, too - the 'Killer Christmas Trees' skit. They had two Christmas trees and Frank as the suspects lined up for the witness to see to point out the killer. One of the cops (I think he was portrayed by Dan Aykroyd) said, "Simon says, shake your branches!" The 'trees' shook their branches and Frank put a hand by his chest and wiggled his fingers. The cop said, "Simon says, shake your ornaments!" The 'trees' shook thier ornaments and Frank played with the buttons on the coat he wore in the skit. Then the cop said, "Kill the person next to you!", and the tree beside Frank 'killed' him - but it didn't really kill him, folks!

I might have to start listening to Frank Zappa. The library by our house has a couple of Zappa albums, actually...

And my left eye is freakin' sore. Thanks, O Changing Weather!

One-day project!!!

I made a headband today. Seamed it myself, too, using one of the yarn tails. I asked Mom for help, but I actually didn't use her suggestions, I just winged it, I guess. So far, it's durable.

It seems that I'm not able to rip any DVDs. I tried the anime DVDs I have, which are DVD+Rs - it wouldn't rip 'em, just play 'em. Same with the black belt DVD I got with my belt. Oh well, it was worth a try. It seems that the discs are only compatible with Windows Media Player, too, which I don't understand. I'll have to tinker with it.

And now, for something completely different (I hope Mr Cleese doesn't mind me using that quote!)...