Who ya gonna call? GHOSTBUSTERS!

I watched it this afternoon. Very epic movie.

But, alas, I have to take Girl in the Arena back to the library without finishing it, because it's due in three days. My DVDs are due today, so I figure I'll just take the book back along with the DVDs to save me the extra trip. I thought about reserving another copy and continuing on with the book, but there's five copies and nine requests, so it may be a week or two 'til I get another copy. That, and I'm not sure if I could finish it in the three weeks.

Yes, I'm a slow reader.

But, the library I go to has their own copy, so when it's back on their shelves with no reserve on it, I'll just get it out again and try reading it again. I just hate starting a library book and not being able to finish it. It makes me feel dumb.

But, this means I can focus on Nana Vol. 1. Which will be a quick read because it's a manga.

Yay, I'm going out tomorrow...

I hope my sarcasm in the title was easy to detect. My humor is often very British and hard to under stand (think Ricky Gervais-like).

I have to decide what I want to wear tomorrow. I'm not wearing my black shoes, because they're a bit of a pain to walk and stand in (even when I'm sitting I take them off), so it's either running shoes or my hiking boots. I'd like to wear my black shoes, though, because they look so cute. They're Clarks (a British company) shoes, kind of work-casual, and they look great with knee socks scrunched up at the ankle. I just wish they didn't make my feet hurt. Then again, if I wear them more often, my feet would probably get used to them... argh, now I wanna wear them! Maybe I will. Grah.

Anyway, I might wear one of my long cotton skirts. One is red with a kind of paisley print on it in blue and black, and the other is blue and sandy brown. The blue and brown one would go with my brown Old Navy v-neck shirt, only it's kinda stretched out from me being dumb and wrapping my arms in it while wearing it. I have a cream-coloured shirt that goes with the red skirt, or I can wear my Led Zeppelin t-shirt with it ;) Another option is a pair of jeans and my pale yellow v-neck shirt.

Damn, I really wanna wear those shoes now.

I have two short stories brewing in my head, but I don't know how to start them. Hate it when that happens.

I have also avoided math for two - almost three - weeks. eep.

The weather's warmed up

And it's making my head hurt. Not fun.

So, on Monday we have to go to an all-you-can-eat restaurant for Grandpa's birthday. That should be interesting. Patti is organizing it I guess, or Patti and Brent - not sure if he was involved in the planning, but she got him to call my mom because she won't call her. She's so childish.

So, I have to decide what I'm wearing. I'm not dressing to the nines, but I want to make some kind of statement, like a 'Get used to me, 'cause I'm not changing' kind of statement. So I'm thinking jeans and my Led Zeppelin t-shirt ;)

I read a bit of my library book today. Only a couple of pages, but I might read more of it later. I stopped because my head was aching.

Oh yeah, and yesterday I watched the first disc of season one of Heroes, and discovered that disc two is missing. So now I have to take it back to the library, tell them that a disc is missing, and reserve another copy. Joy. At least Ghostbusters is in it's case, though.

Hmm, I think I'll sit upstairs and watch the Hugh Grant double bill on W Network. W has these Hugh Grant double bills on every Saturday this month. Last week it was Bridget Jones' Diary (GREAT movie, although I think it's R-rated) and American Dreamz (which is a really dumb movie; I don't recommend it at ALL...), and the week before that one of the movies was Love Actually. Tonight it's Mickey Blue Eyes (which is really funny, I highly recommend it!) and Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason, which I haven't seen yet. If Dad's playing poker tonight, I might watch the double bill downstairs, unless Mom's watching something tonight. I hope Bridget Jones doesn't run into SNL...

*checks TV...*

Blah, the upstairs satellite receiver has this tendency to show programs as 'info not available' in the guide, so I'll Google W Network's site.

Awesome! Bridget Jones runs until 11:30, which I think is when SNL starts. Maybe I'll make myself a fattening snack and do my nails. And aside from the annoying survey that popped up on the homepage, W Network's site is pretty easy to navigate.

Gawsh, I like Hugh Grant.

Terribly bored

And to fight my boredom, I shall blog.

My dad was a jerk today. I was trying to get to the stove to fill my plate at dinner time, and he shoved in behind me to get to the cutlery. When I complained he tried to cover his ass by saying he was 'moving out of the way so that your mom could get by'. What a liar.

Also, I should be knitting, but I don't feel like it. I guess I'm all knitted out from that super-long scarf. I might work on the Team Spike wristband, but that's a big 'might'. It's not that strenuous a project. I just don't feel like working on it.

Life's a bitch

Let's just say I'm 'riding the crimson wave'. My abdomen aches, though not as badly as earlier. I think the painkiller I took is kicking in. I think the ginger ale I'm drinking may be helping with the queasiness, too. But if it's still crazy annoying, I may ask my dad to pick up my stuff from the library for me.

I'm also in a Billy Idol mood. Then again, after youth group last night, I'm in a real 'screw you, you bastards' mood. I'm getting real sick of those jerks. I suggested that we go to one of the fair trade stores, only I said the one in Ottawa, and somebody screamed that there's one on such-and-such street, and Stephen was like, "Well, you're not being very specific, why would we want to go there?" And yet when Adria brought up the topic of helping out a bakery in Dundas (all the way in effing DUNDAS...), everyone seemed to be on board. WTF?! Not all of us live near Dundas!

You know what? I'm just gonna skip next week, since they're all being a bunch of assholes. They don't deserve my time. Every time I suggest something, it either gets shot down by someone, or people listen but never make a note of it. And I still don't know where our binder went. I don't think anybody's bothered about organizing, and the binder is proof of that because nobody wants to bother looking for it. Last time I asked, Stephen didn't know where it was. He doesn't give a shit. And last night when Renee and Nora were screaming, Stephen didn't do much. Honestly, who's the leader here?!

And the worst part is that there aren't any other programs for my age at the church. I'm too young for the Young Adult potlucks, and I'm only an adherent, so I can't join any committees. I haven't decided if I want to become a member or not. I don't see the point, because I may be going off to university, for all I know.

I think I'll just take the rest of the month off. We probably won't be planning at the next two meetings because most of them have exams. Maybe I'll go to knit night instead. Serves them right.

Lack of kickboxing has made me bitter.

My left arm is killing me

Hi. Sorry for the lack of posts.

So, my left arm is really sore because I was working on a spiral scarf. It's over 800 stitches after the last increase row. Yes, I am crazy. I have to ask my mom to help me with it, though, because I'm running out of the Red Heart I'm using. I knew I was going to run out, but in the middle of a row?!

I'm reading a book called Girl in the Arena. It's due back to the library in twelve days. I might not finish it in time. Unless I can renew it.

I cleaned off my table yesterday. I moved my Beatles Monopoly to the bottom shelf of my right-hand bookcase, got rid of some garbage, moved my Cook's Magazine Anyone Can Cook cookbook to the space beside Beatles Monopoly, etc. I still have to find a space for Macbeth and Hamlet on one of my bookcases, but that can be done later. The important thing was moving Beatles Monopoly to a better spot, and bringing my Rolling Stone Encyclopedia of Rock & Roll downstairs and putting it on my table. I organized my spare pads of paper and my knitting patterns, too.

I also exercised last night. I was already planning on exercising, but it got left to very late in the evening. I was so pissed off at my mom for nattering about me being out of shape and apparently putting on weight since I left karate, so I did some exercises in the dead of night, lol.

I'm gonna make a Team Spike wristband soon. For one of the HPKCHC classes :)

New Years' wrap-up

I never did say what I did on New Years' Eve, so I'll write a recap post...

New Years' Eve

The house was pretty quiet for New Years' this year. Dad bought lobsters for him and Mom and ate them for dinner. I had popcorn shrimp from the freezer because I don't like lobster. I ate my shrimp and my salad upstairs whilst watching Buffy.

After I watched a couple episodes of Buffy, I went on my computer. I went into the Ravelry chat and talked to some of my Ravelry friends. We got real silly. It was funny, because only two or three of us were in the same time zone; everyone else was either a few hours behind us or a few hours ahead. I half-watched The Vicar of Dibley on BBC Canada (they were having a marathon), because the Just for Laughs special was just a repeat of last week's episode (what a rip-off!). Mom and Dad watched Inglourious Basterds. Mom said that just before midnight, Smiles growled at the dog food bag because there's a picture of a dog on the bag. Cute.

New Years' Day

The morning was uneventful. We chilled. We ate. We showered. We packed cheese and crackers to take to Grandma and Grandpa's house. We went to Grandma and Grandpa's house.

We were the first ones there, because Brent said he'd be late getting in. Grandpa made pigs in a blanket, and they tasted pretty good. I ate five or six of them, haha.

Brent arrived next, with Breanne and Heather, and Patti and her troupe were the last to arrive (typical Patti). They came in two cars, so Patti, Jesse and Becca came in first, and then Kevin and his kids. We were all supposed to fill our plates with Chinese food in a certain order, but people shoved their way in anyway. I hung around in the back, because I didn't want to get shoved around, but I wound up being shoved a little anyway because when I was trying to peel apart the butterflied shrimp, Brent was asking me to move up (jerk...).

There wasn't a lot of variety of food, but that was because Grandpa never heard back from Brent or Patti about what dishes they wanted, so Grandpa only ordered our picks and his picks. The food was awful - so awful that Mom felt queasy yesterday. She felt so nauseous that she stayed home while me and Dad got a bit of groceries, got dog food and catnip, and went to the library. I felt a little weird, too - I only ate little stuff like Christmas cookies for most of the day, and then I had a bowl of turkey soup for dinner (which was really good).

So there you have it. Silliness, bad Chinese take-out, and Buffy.