Stuff I Hate Really Badly At This Very Moment

Rage.  RAAAGE!!!  I'm seriously hating a few things right now.  I realize you're probably thinking, "Wow, Fel's been gone for a while, I bet she's doing lots of exciting things with her life.  I can't wait to hear what awesome adventure she's been on, lately!"

You're about to be disappointed.  I'm not going to talk about my awesome adventures, I'm going to write about stuff that's currently seriously making me VERY VERY ANGRY at this particular moment in time.


I'd like to start with something very simple:  My internet service provider.  It's a Canadian company that's fallen into ill-repute with quite a few Canadians.  I am hating them hard right now.  Net's down in my area, I got home from class with some important things that need to be done.  No internet.  Oh gosh.  I inform the landlady who calls them up and we learn that the service is down in the area, it will take 24 hours to get it back up.

I HAVE SHIT TO DO.  I have homework to do, research to do, important e-mails to send out for my internship that are time sensitive...24 hours, eh?  WHY? WHAT THE FUCK? I'm so tempted to write a threatening letter to this stupid company.  But that'd be wrong, I realize.  Threats are often taken very seriously.

I really don't want to get in trouble for such things, I have a long career ahead of me and we saw how Sarah Palin made that work.  So instead, I'll admit that I love birds.  See that picture of a pretty bird? Such a pretty bird! I love birds.  Fly! Be free!  Moving on...


I just got the brilliant idea to go watch more Breaking Bad.  So I'm afraid I'll have to cut this entry short before I change my mind.  But hey! It's an update! I liiiive!  And now I'm obliged to provide a better blog entry very soon.

Hate you, ISP...HATE!

The best of times and worst of times and Norway!

Woo, been quite a long time since a proper entry got posted!

Let us start this one with a recent convo I had with TwinSis.  On Monday, we'll be heading out on a road trip to Manitoulin Island, one of our favorite places to go when we were younger.  It's been over ten years since I've been there, even longer for TwinSis, and since our birthday is coming up, we're gonna treat ourselves to a nifty road trip!  We'll be spending the night at a bed & breakfast in Providence Bay.

The room we managed to get (since it's summer and those places are busy) has a queen-size bed, so TwinSis and I will be sharing it.  No big deal, we did then when we were kids, but...I have a concern now.


Me:  I'm starting to worry about...pajamas.

TwinSis:  why's that?

Me:  Well, I don't have any jammies that one would consider appropriate.  I have long t-shirts and jammy pants...but no cute little sleep shorts and tank tops...

TwinSis:  You need to tell me the state and present location of your pants!

Me:  I LOL'D!

TwinSis:  XD Tell you what: cute little sleep shorts and tank tops are SO overrated!

Me:  ...see, this is good blog material.

TwinSis:  yes, well, that was a penny arcade quote.

Me:  I know it was.  That's why I lol'd.

TwinSis:  oh!  oh, good.  it was a good line.  =3

(After reviewing it, I realize that she got the quote wrong.  HA HA HA, NOOB!)

It's been a pretty wild summer.  From June 1st until July 6th, I was in Norway again, visiting the glorious Norwegian.  I had an amazing time and we even met some mutual online friends.  I was very sad to go.  Lots of good came out of that visit, though.  But that's none of your business, DON'T LOOK AT MEEEE!!!

When I got back home, Dad whisked me away to go camping.  This past week, however, my uncle's health took a turn for the worst.  He'd been diagnosed with c. difficile, a nasty disease that's spread through spores.  We were called back home by my cousin, who was sure that my uncle was dying.  I'm not that close to my Dad's side of the family but it's still pretty sad.  As of now, my uncle is stable but they're still keeping him in a coma so that he doesn't fuss with the tubes and such.

Dad and I will be heading back to Restoule on Thursday.  TwinSis will be joining us on Friday and that weekend ought to be enjoyable! And as of this past Sunday, I'm no longer single.  Wee! M'so happy.

So yes...things are going well in some things and bad in other (less important) things.  I am happy.  And check out World of Tanks, it's pretty fun!


~Fel


Edit:  ...I'm considering getting my eyebrow pierced.  Hmmm...

Hellew, my freaky darlings!

I'm feeling rather inspired and cheerful right now, so I decided that this chipper mood should lead me to writing a new blog entry.

I'll start this off with a random quote from TwinSis.

"THEY SHOT FIREWORKS FROM THEIR CROTCHAL GROINAL AREAS!!!"

I have no idea what this means.  She just now posted it on my MSN thingy and I'm not gonna bother asking about it.  Caps 'n all.  That's how she rolls, friends.  She's also extremely adorable because she says "cuppy cakes."

So! Two weeks from now, I'll be happily settled into my friends' apartment in Norway.  Prior to that though, I'll be heading to the provincial park of my childhood! Though I'm afraid there will be hordes of black flies, but Dad has those special jackets to keep those off me.  Cuz the last thing I want is to go traipsing about Europe with a neckful of nasty bug bites.

It's gonna be fun.

There it is.  Took that picture last September.  Gorgeous place, really.

I also had a fascinating idea that, quite honestly, makes me want to bust out laughing at the idea of me actually succeeding at it.  I've always wanted to be a published author.  I like to think I have some pretty good ideas and such, but the plots and all that of my stories are intricate.  Possibly, what I should be is a short story writer or a comic book writer (which is still a dream of mine).

But then I had the idea today: Why not write some erotic fiction?The idea cracks me up so bad, I made a horrible snorting sound when I laughed about it.

I could so totally pull this off...

 

It's an amusing thought.  I'll keep it in mind.  Some sort of anthology, perhaps?

 

...who the hell am I kidding? It'd be fucking hilarious for me to pull this crap off.  I'll think about it!

 

I also got a new PC this past week.  Works like a dream! It even has built-in wi-fi capabilities, mua ha haaa!  There's only my Dad's connection available to me in this area, mind you, but it's the thought that counts.  And I'm using it too.  My monitor is 21,5 inches and far superior to anything else I've ever had, so hell!  I'm happy as can be, right now! Less wear on my laptop and lots more storage space (1 TB).

Anyhow, new Supernatural tonight! Smallville ended last week, so that won't be in the way anymore.  I heard they're doing another season of Supernatural, so I'm quite psyched about that.  I also got my hands on the series Angel.  First episode showed quite a bit of promise! Buffy the Vampire Slayer had a very "teenager" vibe to it.  Angel, on the other hand, makes me feel a bit more "adult" versus the Buffy vibe.  I like that.

I also realized that I haven't mentioned a really good friend of mine in my blog yet, either.  This would be Army.  He's picked on me a few times about it and I've shrugged it off but in all seriousness, Army is one of my closest internet friends.

Army is from Finland (of course, Army isn't his real name).  We met on a World of Warcraft server and I'm absolutely delighted that we did.  Army is sensible.  He's funny (in my opinion) and I just freakin' love talking to him.  We have the funnest conversations.  He's also my guinea pig when I need to test something involving my webcam or headset.

This past week, he let me watch him eat sausage.  Of course, being a person with her mind in the gutter of hilarity, I had to make comments.  He didn't seem to mind.  Army seems to enjoy my sense of humor, which is great! He also has a rather amazing voice.  When I first heard it, I decided to start calling him Count Dracula.  Army's voice is very deep and he has a remarkable accent.  Mind you, Dracula (the historic figure) was Romanian, but I still think calling him Count Dracula is pretty freakin' epic.

We're very good friends.  I know he'd do anything for me (within reason, I wouldn't make ridiculous demands) and he doesn't seem to mind at all whenever I go on a rant over something or other.  He makes me laugh, he has good taste in music and even though we don't have huge conversations every day, I really like that we can randomly start up a conversation and then just go our own ways without having to worry about butthurtedness such as, "OMG, you didn't message me right away!!"  We're mellow like that.

So now he can't say I never mentioned him on my blog.  He's helped me a lot and kept me optimistic and positive through some pretty tough times, like a real friend would.  We haven't met face to face (yet?!) but it doesn't matter.  He's one of my closest friends and I live a better life for having a friend like him.

Thanks, Army! <3

 

Now Supernatural will be on soon!  Gotta go watch that! Hope ya'll are doing well and having an excellent Friday.

Pip pip, cheerio!

~Fel

Hoo, it's been a while...

I realize I've been slacking in the blogging quite a bit! This entry might not even have pictures in it sadly, but maybe I'll get a brilliant idea and find a picture for whatever idea pops in my head.  We shall see!

Kinda lots of news to bring up.  I went to my Mom's for Easter.  Sadly, we got some annoying stomach flu and we got sick for a few days.  That was rather unpleasant.  I'm delighted to report that Mom's quit smoking and she's actually drinking a lot less.  Major life changes for her, in my opinion, and I made sure to let her know how proud of her I am.  Seriously, I walked into the house and noticed right away that the smell of cigarette smoke wasn't at all as bad as it used to be.  My stepdad still smokes a bit but he does try to do it out in the garage when he can.

My home situation hasn't really improved (though there is a light at the end of the tunnel).  I've started referring to my grandmother as the rotten old hag.  I realize this might make me seem like an ingrate, but seriously...she's been like this my entire life and hasn't really gotten any better over the years.  Yesterday, as I was getting ready to leave the house to go to the store, she took a look at me and told me to bring her all of my pairs of jeans because she wanted to shorten the cuffs (or is it hems?)on them.  I gave her a look and said, "No.  You're not altering my jeans, they're fine the way they are."  I personally like the slightly frayed look and told her so.  I half-expected to come home and discover she'd rummaged through  my clothes and done it anyway.

It would be just like her.

Anyhow, Dad is heading out to go camping soon.  He'll be setting up at the same provincial park he's always camped in.  I'll be going with him to help him set up, so I'll be leaving on May 25th and back after that weekend.   And here comes the good part...

When we get back from setting up his campsite (he's a seasonal camper, so he'll be set up there all summer and into fall), I'll be packing my suitcase and heading to Norway to visit my glorious Norwegian.  I'll be leaving June 1st and returning July 6th.  It's a long time to be away, but...I really want this.  I'll be starting school in September and throwing myself into it as hard as I can so I don't know what the next five years will be like, so...I'm taking this opportunity.

And the glorious Norwegian is just that awesome.

So I'm really excited.  Though today, I'm quite sore.  Dad's what we call an "old boy" in French.  So since we were preparing his trailer for camping, I went full-on cleaning mode and attacked the place with cleaning supplies.  He was going to cut corners but I wouldn't let him.  His bathroom especially needed cleaning.  He kept insisting it didn't, but I ignored him and did it anyway.  It was kinda pretty nasty in there.

There it is! This picture's from last year, though.  And he flies an American flag because I lived in California for quite a few years.  It's good to be back in Canada, though.

So! Today was quite busy.  We're also slightly annoyed because we went to Tim Hortons to buy some coffee mugs and they only sell the ceramic ones around Christmas time! What the hell is up with that, seriously?  Ludicrous, I tell you.

Can't wait to go to Norway.  I'm so totally going to enjoy myself.  I plan on leaving my laptop behind, though.  My glorious host will let me check messages and such but I don't plan on doing computer stuff while I'm there.  He'll have a lovely stack of Terry Pratchett books I can read! And there's already a movie list cropping up.  And I'm seriously in the mood to watch a certain one over and over.

This has been one of my favorite movies for a while.  No, I won't tell you why.  It should be obvious! Maybe.

I'm so looking forward to this trip.  And now my cleaning antics have finally worn me down and I should attempt that sleep thing.

Which reminds me...the rotten old hag has this daily morning ritual of banging on the front window to scare off cats or pigeons from the bird feeder.  I realized today that ever since I've come to live here, I have not woken up naturally.  I wake up startled and my heart pounding so hard that I feel dizzy.  Seriously sucks...can't wait to get out of here for a while.

Mua ha!


~Fel

Sounds Good!

And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares that infest the day
Shall fold their tents like the Arabs
And as silently steal away.
 
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Day Is Done


Music was my refuge.  I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness. 

~Maya Angelou, Gather Together in My Name




One of the things I've loved the most about growing up was when my Mom and my two aunts would come together at family gatherings and my grandmother would ask for them to sing.  There's been a recorded tape that's been passed around in my family of the three of them singing at a wedding and then at home.


My favorite song they would perform at weddings was the Love Theme from Romeo and Juliet.  I had no idea what it was at the time but every time I heard it, I would tell myself that I would hear them sing it at my wedding.  Since then, I've heard the actual song itself (and seen the older movie) and I'm not sure how they got the idea to "sing" it since I've only heard it as an instrumental version.


Anyhow, we've always been big into music on my Mom's side of the family.  All of my sisters and I took singing lessons--either through school or by taking extra-curricular lessons--and my two older sisters were into it a lot more than I was.  Personally, if I'd stuck to it and pushed myself, I wouldn't have minded becoming a soprano singer of some sort.  I'm not really one for stage fright, so that wouldn't have worried me.  My sisters and I also played instruments.  OldSis knows several, including piano, guitar and clarinet (or some sort).  MidSis, TwinSis and I all played the flute and I kinda half-ass figured out how to play the bass a bit.  TwinSis is also working on the guitar.  OldSis has even written quite a few songs.  MidSis made it to the finals of a thing called Ontario Pop, back when I was a kid.  It's a franco-Ontarian singing contest that's televised and it's quite a big deal in Ontario.


Anyway!  That sounds like bragging, but it's not.

My point is that we've all had a lot of interest in music and even today, I love listening to music.  My favorite songs are either heard on the radio or recommended from friends.  I was sort of in the mood to share a few (and to write a blog entry, but not sure about what), so I'll post a few varied lists here!

They're numbered but just for posterity's sake, not really for any order of preference.

Songs That Make Me Feel Totally Badass
1.  I'm Alive -- Disturbed
2.  You're Gonna Go Far, Kid -- The Offspring
3.  Love Me Dead -- Ludo
4.  Figured You Out -- Nickelback
5.  Map of the Problematique -- Muse

Songs That Make Me Happy No Matter What Mood I'm In
1.  Hey, Soul Sister -- Train
2.  Consequence Free -- Great Big Sea
3.  Kjærlighet Mellom Muslinger -- Bare Egil Band (Norwegian)
4.  Everlong -- Foo Fighters
5.  Badlands -- Bruce Springsteen

Songs That Put A Lump In My Throat (If Not Outright Make Me Cry) 
1.  It Ends Tonight -- The All-American Rejects
2.  Jar of Hearts -- Christina Perri
3.  Kingdom of Days -- Bruce Springsteen
4.  Ave Maria -- Celtic Woman
5.  Far Away -- Nickelback
 
Songs That Are Just Freakin' Pretty
1.  Deep Silent Complete -- Nightwish
2.  Broken -- Sonata Arctica
3.  Hey There Delilah -- Plain White T's
4.  Pieces -- Red
5.  Us Remains Impossible -- Matthew Good Band

Songs That Make Me Sigh and Go All Dreamy-Eyed and Sappy
1.  The Kill -- 30 Seconds to Mars
2.  Savior -- Lights
3.  When the Sun Hits-- Slowdive
4.  Such Great Heights -- Iron & Wine
5.  What If You -- Joshua Radin

Songs I'll Sing To No Matter Who's Listening
1.  Bad Romance -- Lady GaGa
2.  The Kill -- 30 Seconds to Mars 
3.  Panic Switch -- Silversun Pickups
4.  What's On Your Mind -- Madrugada
5.  40 Feet -- Franz Ferdinand


Songs I Really Love By Non-English Bands
1.  Je ferme les yeux -- Najoua Belyzel (French)
2.  Das Tier In Mir -- E Nomine (German with some Latin)
3.  Dom Andra -- Kent (Swedish)
4.  Il est seul -- Les B.B. (French-Canadian)
5.  Les jardins de St-Martin -- Roch Voisine (French-Canadian with a tiny bit of English)


I limited myself to five songs per category, though I would list a lot more if I could.  Some songs got switched around while I deleted some and replaced them with others.  It wasn't that easy...and most of these are all pretty "new."  The oldest song on here is probably a Bruce Springsteen one, but I love all kinds of music; Johnny Cash, Duran Duran, Elvis, Billy Idol and so many more.  This list was tougher than I thought!


Anyhow, if you're curious about any of these songs and can't find them (and if you have some way to contact me other than posting on here, be it Facebook, forum or MSN), toss me a note and I'll see if I can point you in the right direction (wink, wink)!


Hell, I almost put down my favorite Christmas albums too, but meh...'tis not the season.  Yet!

~Fel




p.s.  And yep, I once again managed to stuff in something from http://icanhascheezburger.com

Cleanliness Is Next to Godliness...

And sadly, I've been feeling less than divine.

Due to some rather blargh and yech circumstances, I'm back in Canada and living with family members.  I'm looking into getting a job and all that, but in the meantime I'm living with my dear old Dad and "that woman."

I refer to my paternal grandmother when I speak about "that woman."

I realize it might make me seem heartless and ungrateful to be calling her that, but keep in mind that saying, "You get to choose your friends, you don't get to choose your family."  While my parents were still married, my mother couldn't stand it when my grandmother would come to visit.

In all seriousness, my grandmother is the type of mother-in-law people have nightmares about.  Yes, she's that fucking horrible.

Even her grandchildren can't deal with her.  She criticizes everything, makes embarrassing comments in public and she's never happy with anything.  I'm planning on going to university in the fall and when she heard about this (OldSis told her on the phone), she told my sister that they all need to discourage me from going.  Her reasons were many.  One of them is because none of my other sisters have ever graduated from university so, obviously, I won't either.  She thinks education is a waste of money.  She thinks I'm too old to go to school.  She thinks I should settle for any job I can get and not waste time dreaming about a career by educating myself.  She doesn't think I can do this...

Needless to say, OldSis told her off rather savagely about that.  Not that it changed anything, that woman's a stubborn old thing.

Anyhow, one other issue I'm struggling with while I live here is personal hygiene.

I long to spend more personal time with this thing...

According to my grandmother, showering every day is not a good thing.  By all accounts, I should only be showering once a week.  I'm rather ashamed that my personal hygiene has to take this kind of decline and I really don't know why I'm admitting it on here, but there have been some humorous incidents happening because of this change in my cleaning habits.

Last Saturday, I stepped out of the bathroom after my shower and she called me over.  I kinda tilted my head and approached  her.  I wish I'd pretended I hadn't heard her because I got a serious tongue-lashing over the fact I'd taken a shower two days in a row and I had moved the towels.  I went back to my room with a stunned expression and a sinking feeling of humiliation in the pit of my stomach.

The problem here, however, is that...I hadn't taken a shower two days in a row.  I have no idea what she was thinking but I've been following her rules.  Kinda.  I cheat sometimes, Dad tells me to take showers when she's out of the house and such and that's worked a few times.

So my mind was rather boggled, as I'm sure you can imagine.  I told Dad about it and he advised me to just let it all go through one ear and out the other.  I'm rather stressed and not a bit freaked out by several changes in my life, but I tried to take his advice.

However, now I'm really wondering if that woman's losing her mind.

I went out for a drive with my Dad today.  It's a lovely day out and he wanted to go see a local waterfall and take pictures, so I tagged along.  On the drive there, he sent me a look and I thought, "Uh-oh..."

"[That woman] came up to me this morning," he said.  "And she told me, 'She thinks I don't know! She thinks I can't tell that she's been showering every day since she got here, but I see it! She moves the towels and when she steps out of the bathroom, her hair is wet!'"

After I heard that, I exclaimed a rather high-pitched, "WHAT?!"

Behold, the instruments of the devil in my household!

I was shocked.  Dad said he thinks she's starting to lose it and  I'm not surprised.  She's up before I am, she sits in the living room which is not far off from the bathroom so she could hear the shower running or hear me going in and out of the bathroom in the morning.  I have no idea what this towel business is all about.  I use my own towels, I don't touch the ones hanging in the bathroom, but she could easily see for herself that the shower hasn't been run.

In a way, it kinda helps knowing she's going senile, strangely enough.  That might not be a very nice thing to say, but at least I know she's yelling at me for things she's making up on her own and not because I'm actually doing something wrong.  I'm also very much aware that she likes to talk crap when she thinks I can't hear her (especially in the mornings).  But this...

Well...

It's kinda fucking funny, to be honest.

Mua ha haaa!

Some Forms of Suicide Can Be Humorous...(Read before you judge!)

My first example, before anyone jumps down my throat, is political suicide.

But there's also the option of...hmm...I think I'll call this publishing suicide.  I'm currently suffering from lack of sleep again so I'm trying to keep busy.  While glancing through Twitter, I saw that Neil Gaiman had posted the following tweet:

If you ever have dreams of being a writer, please trust me & DON'T DO THIS: http://bit.ly/hEp5LI Just don't. Just.... don't. #CantLookAway

I've had self-publishing mentioned to me several times before but I'd actually need to finish writing whatever project I was working on to actually give it a serious consideration.  However, after reading the link my dear Mr. Gaiman posted, I realized that I'm extremely lucky.  I honestly love critique.  I don't get offended by it whatsoever.  Sure, I don't always agree with the critique I receive but I'm not going to rip someone's head off after hearing them out.

Then again, comments like "u suk" or "zomg, ur french is sooo bad, i took it for high school 3 years ago for liek a week and..." tend to not get much of a response from me, but hey...it's cute when they try.

(Side note: I actually did have someone who spoke English criticize a French poem of mine.  He claimed my sentence wasn't structured properly.  However, quite a few other people kinda went "Wtf?!" at him and...well, you can imagine how that went.)


Anyhow, I digress...

It shouldn't surprise me anymore but I can't help it: that review was not insulting in the slightest and I am still amazed that some people can get so freakin' butt-hurt over something like that.  That silly author has definitely committed publishing suicide with her reaction.

I tend not to ask for proofreading, mostly because I'm not writing to impress anyone, I'm just doing it for my own enjoyment, so I don't feel obligated to ask for it.  Though I'm quite aware that I do make occasional mistakes when I go back and read stuff, so if I did end up taking it completely seriously and consider publishing, I sure as hell will ask for someone to look it over.

Oh, and before I forget...no, I don't think actual suicide (the kind that kills) is funny in any way, shape or form.  I'm very anti-suicide and wouldn't wish it on anyone.  In this case, the butt-hurt author shot herself in the foot by reacting the way she did, thus damaging her career possibly beyond repair.  So if her writing career was symbolized as her life, well...she just killed herself.

Reviews don't become gospel.  Silly girl...

p.s.  Do note that both pictures posted here were swiped from http://icanhascheezburger.com.  Gotta love the lolcats!

And the Oscar for Biggest Drama Queen Goes To...

It's not very often that I feel the need to go on a serious rant over how silly people can be.  However, this past weekend, I feel, is noteworthy.

After months of being away, I've finally returned to Canada.  I lived in California for almost 11 years and after quite a few complications, I've managed to get back here.  I flew from Sacramento, California to Syracuse, New York, via Los Angeles and Chicago.  My oldest sister (a.k.a. OldSis in a previous entry) lives near Syracuse.  She offered to pick me up from the airport and drive me across the border into Canada, so we could go spend the weekend at TwinSis's house.  During the weekend, we all got to reunite with my MidSis.  The last time I saw my MidSis was almost 11 years ago.  So this reunion--all four of us under the same roof--was long overdue.

The main drawback about this weekend circled around OldSis and her new boyfriend.

OldSis's new boyfriend is 18 years younger than her.  She also has three kids who are 18, 14 and 10.  OldSis has been married twice now and is newly separated.  Without even waiting for things to cool off, she leaped into this young punk's arms and during the past few days I got a front-row seat to a relationship that is heading towards being a complete disaster.

I don't ever plan on having children, but I am very protective of my nieces and nephews and after having seen how OldSis handles her relationship, I decided to say something.  Due to the fact we were visiting TwinSis and because I didn't want to start a war, I held my tongue all weekend to avoid an outright confrontation.

But now that the weekend is over, I did the only thing I thought was acceptable and sent OldSis a Facebook message and I was not gentle about it.  When she and her boyfriend argue, they do it in front of her kids.  The problem is that OldSis treats her boyfriend more like a mother telling off her son.  And when she doesn't get her way, she cries and storms off, but the worst thing she does is she lashes out at her kids when it's not even their fault.  If her boyfriend won't kiss her, she yells at her kids because he won't kiss her in front of them.  There were many other instances where she lashed out at them, but that's the only one I'll mention.

So I sent her that message.  It was long, it was blunt.  And as expected, it was not well received (which is pathetic, because she actually did ask for my honest opinion).  But I don't care.  I saw how miserable her kids were this past week.  I saw how scared her little boy was from getting yelled at for something that wasn't even his fault.  I saw how her youngest daughter cried because her mother yelled at her for something ridiculously childish and because her boyfriend wasn't letting her have her way.  OldSis can think whatever she wants of me, I don't care, but I'll be damned if I let her go on treating my nieces and nephew that way.  They deserve better than this bullshit.

I'll weather this storm, because it's worth it.  I don't regret speaking my mind about this.  OldSis has been making too many mistakes up until now and I have no reservations about pointing out what an idiot she's being over this new boyfriend of hers.

She moved way too quickly.  Again.  I've known for a long time that she has Daddy issues and I didn't go so far as to point that out to her, but she needed to hear how fucked up it is to drag her kids into her relationship by blaming them when something goes wrong.

However, in conclusion, I'll change the subject by saying that I got to meet an online friend of mine, today.  And I had a great time! Also, I met up with some more relatives I haven't seen in a while and it was great fun.  It's nice to be back among close family again.  Let's just hope that the next few months only get better for me.

/end rant

Sisters Say the Darnedest Things...

"If you don't understand how a woman could both love her sister dearly and want to wring her neck at the same time, then you were probably an only child."

~Linda Sunshine


I have three sisters.  Two of them are older than me and they were born a year apart from each other.  One of them, as you should know if you read my last blog entry, is my identical twin.  There's approximately an eight year age difference between the two oldest and my twin and I.  Still, it was pretty nifty having them as teenagers during the 80s.


I thought so, anyway.

(From hereon, I'll be referring to them as OldSis, MidSis and TwinSis.)


For the past eleven years, I've lived mostly in California, so I haven't really had a chance to see my sisters that often.  Recently, I've had a rather stressful time.  To the point where I pretty much need to be "rescued" by my family.  They've made arrangements to have me come back to Canada, which is pretty awesome.  I'll be heading to Syracuse, New York, on the 16th and OldSis will be taking me up to Ottawa.  I'll get to see MidSis (whom I haven't seen in about ten years) and TwinSis.


We haven't been in the same room since MidSis's wedding, back in 2000.  I'm looking forward to it, but at the same time I'm dreading it, mostly for the fact that there will be MUCH teasing.  And to be honest...the war has already begun.

When we were kids, our parents were part of the local figure skating club.  For one of their shows, they had built these huge robots out of boxes.  TwinSis and I were probably 3 years old at the time and those things, quite honestly, terrified me.


Unfortunately, our older sisters were babysitting us that day.  I actually still remember this incident, surprisingly.  What my older sisters did (to me, anyway) was take me down to the basement where the robots were located...and they stuck me under one of them (more like they stuck me under a box).


This event has traumatized me throughout my life.  I hate robots.  I can't fucking stand them.  When I got The Burning Crusade expansion for World of Warcraft and leveled up in Outland, I would freak out whenever I got caught by the fucking Fel Reaver.  I hate that goddamn thing.  I hate robots!

And my sisters know this! So yes...the war has already begun because when I logged onto my Facebook this morning, I found that the following message had been posted by OldSis on my wall:

"Only ONE MORE WEEK til I pick you up from the airport!!! I'm so excited, I have my robot balloon picked out from the party store to tie in the backseat, I have a CD with Beastie Boys - Intergalactic and Gladios - Still Alive to play in the car on the way back!! I am ready! That balloon is awesome too....it makes robot noises and it has eyes that light up! TwinSis helped me pick it out."

There will be blood, I think.  My one comfort to this horrible "threat" made itself known when I turned on MSN to see if any family members needed to contact me.  An offline message popped up from TwinSis and I took malicious delight at what it said:

OldSis says:  ONE MORE WEEK TIL I SEE MY PARTNER!!!!!
 
TwinSis says:  Heh heh heh.  You poor bastard.  X3
 
OldSis says:  bah she loves me!
 
TwinSis says:  I don't know if I would call that love.  I don't [know] that it's even capable of love.  All I know [is] that it hates us less than it does other people.
 
OldSis says: ROFL
 
TwinSis says: I'm totally sending her that conversation...  She'll lol!
 
OldSis says: you mean IT will laugh?
 
TwinSis says: That's just for show.  I mean, if she's an it, what does that make me???


Thanks to TwinSis being so observant, I decided to be gracious and corrected some of her spelling errors.  Mostly, she forgot to include a few words.  You can see the corrections I made by noting the square brackets.  Once again, her mistakes will be seen by all.

So I'll be seeing all of my sisters on the 19th of March.  I do believe I'm going to enjoy this...


~Fel

p.s.  I am aware that the font might seem different throughout this entry.  Ignore it.  I can't be bothered to fix it.

This Is How My Day Usually Starts...

First of all, I usually confirm that there is a shampoo thief within our midst.  I went ahead and marked my shampoo bottle with eyeliner this morning instead of taking it out of the shower, just to prove to myself that I'm not being paranoid and the gays (yes, two gay guys) are abusing my shampoo! I'll have to check my bottle tomorrow to see if they touched it.

After showering, I read a tiny bit and then I get dressed.  After that, I take my laptop out of my room and settle in the living room.  So now I'm drinking tea and listening to one of the gay guys as he vacuums the hallway even though some people are still in bed.  What the FUCK is up with that? Also, the vacuum terrifies the dog.

Movin' on! While I drink tea, I fire up Skype to see if my glorious Norwegian is awake and eventually, when I remember, I turn on MSN to see if any of the relatives (mainly my twin sister) are around and need to tell me stuff.  This morning, apparently, there is a ridiculous amount of snow falling in our nation's capital (remember, I'm Canadian) and my twin sister (who will now be referred to as TwinSis) is anything but pleased by this.  The conversation went on as follows:

TwinSis: STFU NOOB!!!  And your shorts weather!!!  They're 15cm of snow fallen on the ground since this morning!  And I must TRUDGE in it!! TRUDGE!!!!!!  *bristles*


Me: =3  If it'll make you feel better, I wouldn't wear shorts in our weather here.  Short sleeves for sure, though.

TwinSis: Also: Snow is to public servants as sunlight is to non-Twilight vampires!

Me: How so?

TwinSis: We're scared of it.  When it snows, we hole up in our little offices, and don't venutre out for lunch, or coffee, or what have you.

Me: XD!!!  That's fucking hilarious.



TwinSis: You think so?  I personally think I need to lay off the meds...

Me:  Can I put this conversation on my blog?

TwinSis: You sure can, just hide my name, if possible.

Me: Of course!

TwinSis: You may also add this:  That's why we were able to go out to lunch at the pub today.  All the other PS workers had scarpered off to their safe little holes, and The Oak was empty!


I have no idea what The Oak is but I'm sure I'll find out soon, since I'll be heading over to see her in a few weeks.  Other than that, my glorious Norwegian doesn't seem to be up yet, so now I need to flail around and figure out how to occupy the rest of my morning.  Thankfully, it's 11:02 AM right now, so I can occupy myself by trying to decide what to have for lunch in an hour or so.

Then there will be more flailing around and, eventually, I'll probably just settle on flailing around on World of Warcraft, staring sadly at my guild reputation and wishing for it to be Exalted suddenly and magically, because I want that damned Dark Phoenix mount.

Just wait, phoenix.  One day, you will be mine.  I WILL HAVE YOU!

Oh, and before she brings it up...Amber, I don't plan on causing drama when I do manage to get proof that the gays are using my shampoo.  I just want the satisfaction of catching them in the act.  Chill!

BUA HA HAAA!!!

UPDATE: TwinSis read this and then the following conversation also took place.

TwinSis:  O_O  I wrote "there" wrong...

Me: Yes, you did.

TwinSis:  ...edeet and feex?

Me:  NOES! Your typo must be seen by ALL!

TwinSis:  But...  my failures....

Me:  SEEN.  BY.  ALL.

TwinSis:  ...failures....

Me:  And now Amber has seen it too.

TwinSis:  *whimper*

Me:  *adds this part of the convo to her blog*

TwinSis:  X3


That is all.

The Main Reason I Will Miss California

I woke up this morning to see that the sky was a glorious, bright blue and that the weather was delightful enough to leave my jacket inside if I went out in the yard.  After lunch, I looked over at Amber and asked if she was busy because I didn't want to spoil this lovely day after several days of either cold weather or rain.

We had to wait a little while for the guys to get back from the store, but when they did, we geared up and got ready to go.

On impulse, I snatched up my camera.  I'm glad I did because a few things definitely caught my eye.  It was a bit cool to start and I had brought my jacket but I tied it around my waist and it was fine.

The neighborhood is kinda nice.  We wandered around for a while but, eventually, we encountered the ghetto.  We quickly decided to find a different route, just to play it safe.  I like the trees in this area.

Quite a few surprisingly big ones, and there's also a few exotic ones.  I was delighted when we came upon a pair of Japanese magnolias.  I've always loved these trees, I think they're absolutely gorgeous, and I've never seen two such big ones so close together.

Want a better look?  Check out the "close-ups" here and here.  I love Japanese magnolias.  I'm really happy I got to see some before I head back to Canada.  I had to look up the name again, I just call them tulip trees.  They're really nice.

So it was a good day for a walk.  I feel better for it.  And it's days like these--not too hot, not too cold, beautiful day--that will make me miss California.

Edit:  As an afterthought, I realized something that might not have been obviously pronounced in this blog entry.  The main reason I'll miss California is because of my best friend Amber.  We both went on the walk that got me to take these pictures.  I don't like walking by myself so if it weren't for her, I'd probably stay inside and be too timid to get out there.

My extended visit here was very unexpected but there is a silver lining to every cloud and for this particular stormy cloud, Amber definitely gives it its silver lining.

AH LUFF DJOO, AMBINERD!

**WARNING** Adult Content!

WATCH OUT! The following blog entry might creep you out! You might learn some things about me that you seriously do NOT want to know.  You've been warned!

So I've been under a lot of stress lately.

As we all know, there are certain activities one can partake in to help relieve some of the stress one might be feeling.  Let's just call it self-love.

To be honest, when it comes to self-love, I am a complete and utter amateur.  In fact, one might even call me a self-love virgin! It wasn't for lack of trying but after quite a few unsuccessful tries--especially recently with all the stress going on--I finally decided to admit my frustrations to the one person who knows me best and wouldn't laugh.

I went to my best friend Amber.

After telling her my frustrations and pulling my hair and ranting and admitting this was a situation filled with absolute suffering and nearly painful, she took a drag of her cigarette and looked at me and said, "...you know, there's a sex shop right down the street."

Honestly, I'm a huge chicken when it comes to sex toys.  I've never tried any, I've never been curious enough to check it out, and I've never really wanted to.  However, now I'm in a situation where I really don't see myself going on the prowl.  So I gave Amber a look and said the first thing that came to mind, "There's no damn way I'm buying a freakin' dildo."

She kinda rolled her eyes and said, "So just get a vibrator."

"Idon'thaveanymoney," I quickly countered.

"Dude, you can get one for, like, ten bucks," she replied.

"I don't have that!" I really don't, to be honest.

"I can buy you one," she said.

And that gave me pause.  We'd gone outside so Amber could have a smoke and so that I, who was sexually frustrated, could ease some of my discomfort by playing fetch with the dog.  I didn't say anything more for a good long while.  I think maybe one or two hours.  Finally, when she went to have another smoke, I went with her.

"...is that sex shop within walking distance?" I asked, not daring to look at her.

"Yeah, but it's kinda late to be going now," she pointed out.  It was dark by then.

"No, no.  I know," I said.  "I was kinda thinking maybe, tomorrow...we could go for a walk and...well, go browse."  I coughed meaningfully.  She knew what I meant.  "We could go on an adventure!"

"Alright, cool!" she agreed.  Amber, obviously, has a lot more experience in this stuff than I do.

So we went on an adventure today.  Two brave, bold women went for a calorie-burning walk down the street.  We had to go all the way down to the first set of lights because j-walking across our street was just asking to get hit by a car.  It's a busy street.  Into the sex shop, we bravely ventured, and departed with our goods.  VOCTORY!

I have the best best friend in the world.  Thanks to her, I'm now the proud new owner of a vibrator.

I'll also be studying the Pavlov's dog theory.  No, not really.  I'm just a huge computer geek.

Random Stuff

Although I'm not that involved in comics and all that, I must say that I find Batman to be rather admirable and I think (though it's highly unlikely) that if I got into it, Batman might be my favorite character.  Amber would disagree with me but I don't really care.  She's a sucker.  I bet it has mostly to do with the fact that Batman is a confirmed and confident heterosexual.

I think popcorn is the best snack ever.  There are so many varieties of it.  My favorite, at the moment, is some weird goose brand I found at the 99 Cents store.  This one's butter-flavored.  I absolutely adore cheese-flavored popcorn as well, though I tried a "new release" a few years ago that was microwaveable cheese popcorn.  It smelled and tasted like burned scrambled eggs.  That was a fail if I ever saw one.  I really don't like caramel popcorn, but that's no big deal since I'm rarely in a situation where it's the only snack available.  No worries there.  Yes, popcorn is the best.

Recently, I've been finding myself inspired by locker rooms.  My musings about them have been rather successful.

Family Guy...just no.  Please, no.

I love unicorns.  I don't collect them or anything, but seriously! They have this new product out in the States, these things called Pillow Pets.  One of them is a lavender unicorn.  I wouldn't mind owning this, to be honest.  Why?

...because it's FLUFFY and lavender and OMFG it's a UNICORN!  It's adorable.  Yes, I'm feminine, see?

Locker rooms.  Wee!

I need to give Amber my meatloaf recipe, sometime.  I guess maybe my lasagne recipe, too.  I'll get on that one of these days.

Yep, Batman is totally a confident heterosexual.

I haven't had tea in a while.  Maybe I should! That'd be nice.

That ought to be all for now.


UPDATE:  There's been a response to my comment about Batman.  You can find it here.

Second-Hand Show Viewing

I love my friends very much.  I'm currently living with my best friend Amber and her husband.

Amber is really great.  We have a lot of things in common and we enjoy a lot of the same things.  It's pretty great.  The thing about Amber is that she discovers something new, researches it to death, adores it completely (it's really too cute to be called an obsession) and then makes other people see or read or listen (or whatever) to it so that they will love it just as much as she does.

(She's sitting next to me right now and I have to bark at her to look away so she doesn't spoil the read.)

Usually, when she tries this on me, it does end up being a good thing and it works well.  I end up telling her I did enjoy it and she was right.  There are some very rare occasions, however, when it turns into a hit or miss type of situation.

This evening, I am the second-hand watcher of Smallville.  This series is one of Amber's misses.  True, it is possible that the fact I haven't seen the beginning of the series doesn't help, but now I've seen a few of the episodes and I really don't know how I could get interested in it.


(And before you even suggest it, Amber, let's keep watching True Blood instead of starting on Smallville, m'kay?)

Still, though I'm fiddling around on my laptop while Amber and her husband watch this, I don't hold it against them.  The point of this post is that I'm glad my best friend and I don't agree on everything.  It gives us stuff to debate about.  She knows I drag my feet on stuff even though, in the end, we usually enjoy whatever project she forces on me.

Getting to sit next to her and make fun of her show is still considered as time being spent with her.  I really enjoy it anyway.  Even though Smallville kinda sucks and is pretty freaking dramatic.

Amber's great.  She's a stunted runt and didn't know where Hawaii is and she's American, but I love her anyway.

Welcome to my rambles.  They tend to happen sporadically! I don't actually suffer that badly from sleep deprivation but at the creation of this blog, I happened to be going through one such phase.  It happens, sometimes.

I'm French-Canadian (but not from Québec), walking the Earth (this translates to "I'm not working").  I've lived in northern Ontario, Sacramento (California) and I love showing off the shoes I wore when I traveled to Trondheim, Norway.  I have my own problems, just like anyone else, but I really don't like sharing them with strangers.  Surprise!

(Okay, maybe sometimes I'll forget I said that and indulge a little tiny bit, but most likely in a minimum detail way.  I like dramatic movies, so I might rant about drama on rare occasions.  I hope.)

So, what's up with Teasaur, Voctory and Doom? This is the interesting part.

I am very bad at figuring out titles.  I love to write, mostly for my own enjoyment, but when it comes to picking titles for stuff, I absolutely fail at it.  In addition, when I get tired, I get severely dumbed down.  So on this day of the birth of my blog, I was faced with the dilemma of choosing a title for it.

I was not mentally prepared for this challenge, what with the onslaught of sleep deprivation.

After some careful consideration, I decided to do what any normal person would do: I asked advice from a friend.  This friend of mine is European, intelligent, funny, charming and really quite brilliant.

However, the first two suggestions ("Death to America!" and "Death to all fanatics!") didn't seem to convey the theme I wanted.

The two of us had been awake for too long, really.  So eventually, our title-choosing conversation drifted towards words that we frequently use when speaking with each other.  And that's how Teasaur, Voctory and Doom came to be.

Teasaur is new.  At first I thought he'd made it up from the word "thesaurus," since I mentioned looking one up for a synonym of the word "domain."  But I was wrong! Teasaur is a play on the words "dinosaur" and "teaser."  I give full credit to my European friend for creating it.

Voctory is a typo of "victory."  We use it often enough when we feel like cheering and being "voctorious."

Doom has many meanings.  We use it as a reference for smoking, incoming badness, that kind of stuff.  Doom is also my blog's mascot.

I'll eventually figure out how to make some sort of banner or something, but yeah.  There's this blog's mascot.

The purpose of my blog is vague, but something along the lines of storytelling.  Maybe about me, maybe about other things or people I know.  I love writing for the simple purpose of my own enjoyment and my blog will hopefully demonstrate that.

Or I could just complain about the next horrible movie I've seen.

Welcome to Teasaur, Voctory and Doom! Enjoy your stay.  If you don't, well...navigate away from here.


~Fel


Edit:  Yes, I realize that Doom is a pre-existing character from a Norwegian kids' television show.  I still renamed him and made him my mascot, anyway.