A glimmer in the night. He stalks silently; the deadly killer looking for the next hapless victim. Yellow eyes, a flash of teeth, the silent flick of a tail, and the whisper of a silken paw are all that betray the presence of this silent hunter. A ruthless warrior, this killer among men bides his time until finally... he strikes.

POUNCE!

The defenceless elastic band didn't stand a chance.

What I really wanna talk about is the second part of the most recent Doctor Who two parter (SILURIANS!!!), but alas Emma reads this from time to time and I don't want to give away any spoilers. Best not to say a word. Instead, I'll sigh for a wee bit because I just watched Dirty Dancing with Vanessa (well, she mostly slept) and Patrick Swayze is just dreamy. SIIIIIGH. If only real men could dance like that.

Also, has anyone ever noticed that the owner's nephew, Mr. Annoying and Short What's-his-face (Neil) is quite a bit of a Mr. Collins? Just thought I'd pass that on.

I've been playing too much WoW over the past few days. When Seb, Mark, and later I started out with the whole game (and Ben joined us), we only did a couple dungeons - Stormwind Keep and Deadmines - together, and most importantly, with me. I missed out on all the others from there to level 70, because they're designed to do with a group. You've gotta be a much higher level than the dungeon is aiming at to go solo, and since I'm at 69 now, I've been trying to catch up. They take a lot of time, and I'm talking like two hours plus per dungeon. I was running Gadgetzen and was about an hour in, got turned about and couldn't figure out where I was going, growing increasingly frustrated, and really wanted a shower. So I parked my dude in a hallway and took a quick shower break. When I came back, three evil robot thingies were attacking me. Good thing they were lame asses, or I'd have been dead and would have had to started back at the beginning again.

Needless to say, I got pretty tired of dungeons pretty quick. Mind you, I do intend on finishing them, but I decided since Gadgetzen brought me quite a ways in getting exalted reputation with the Gnomeregan Exiles, that I'd just continue doing quests for rep. This was the hard one out of the five main factions because there just aren't very many quests that are mainly for them. Well... Dranaei was pretty challanging too. Anyhoos, I got it! Woo! I celebrated by buying a goat mount, because the idea of riding about on a giant goat is just silly. My next goal is to get an especially long and tedious achievement (called "The Diplomat"), which is to become exalted with the Timbermaw bears, Sporeggar, and the Kurenai. The challange to these reps is the long slow grind of killing thousands upon thousands of their enemies. SIGH. I spent over three hours killing rival bears for the Timbermaw bear tribe today. It's eating my soul. I'm taking a WoW break for a while.

Just as a side note, have you ever tried to eat cream of mushroom soup whilst killing bears? It's pretty difficult.

Remember dial-up? Remember the terrible grating noise (that actually sounds vaguely akin to the grating TARDIS sound) and how long it took to connect? Remember how long one had to wait for a webpage to load and when someone phoned, one would get booted off? Well, apparantly Aliant still offers dial-up as an internet option. How funny is THAT?

It  pleases me that Aliant offers only two internet options: dial-up and high-speed. Comparatively, Rogers sucks balls. They have 6 different "levels" of high-speed, which caps the bandwith you are allowed to use each month; from "Ultra-Lite" which has 2GB of monthly usage and 500kbps of downloading speed, to "Ultimate" which has 175GB of monthy usage and 70mbps of downloading speed. In comparison, the smallest package costs $27.99 a month and the largest is $99.99. I got the "Express", which is one of the middly ones; not as good as "Extreme", but better than "Lite". It's $46.99 a month, which is ridiculous, considering that Aliant's basic high-speed is only $34.95 a month (with contract) and that includes UNLIMITED internet useage and 1.5mbps of loading speed. They do have more expensive packages, but they just boost the loading speed and offer security packages along with your intenet. You can download as much as you want, you can surf as much as you want, and you can stream as much as you want. 

Now, I used up my allotted 60GB per month pretty quickly. Downloading William Hartnell and Patrick Troughton takes up a lot of space on one's harddrive. They're pretty hefty Doctors. There is a $2 charge per GB used after this allotted amount up to $50. That's a butt load of money. I really didn't think I could breeze through 60GB in like.... 2 weeks, but there you go. It seemed like a lot! I went with them because Rogers services our building in particular. There was no set-up fee and I got 30% off the first 6 months. It seemed like a better deal than Aliant, but I really should have just gone with them. We'll see how things goes. For now, I'll just be cranky with my internet service provider, which everybody is these days.

Maybe I should get dial-up...

 

So... if you haven't watched Saturday's (May 22) episode of Doctor Who, I wouldn't read this if you're the type who doesn't like spoilers. Ok, now that you've had fair warning, CLICK FOR JUICY AWESOMENESS! ( What's hiding under the sea???Collapse )

Hello again! I know, I know, this is the kajillionth time I've stopped journalling (or blogging, as the kids call it nowadays) only to start again. I simply can't be trusted to be constant, you know. I'm fickle.

Speaking of fickle, I think I'm going to end this here, because I'm on a bit of a Nathan Fillion kick, and would rather spend a few hours Googling him, if you don't mind.

I am exceedingly bored. Apparantly not bored enough to make frequent journal entries, however. School has been mildly ok so far. I like most of my classes, although there are a couple I wish I could drop, only because they are Tues/Thurs classes which I dislike solely on principle. An hour and a half is just too much for me, especially at 10 in the morning, or with a mediocre subject like "health and medicine in the ancient world", or when I haven't done the readings because they are detestable plays. Sigh. At least Torrance's class this semester is actually my favorite, meaning I probably won't skip it. I almost always go to my top two.

In recent weather, it has been horribly cold, and then balmy enough to rain (it did rain, in fact), and then below 0 again, resulting in the sidewalks and other pathways on which people walk being covered in sheets of ice and frozen slush (which incidentally, is just really jagged ice). Poor Hussian, alas, was on the way to the Save Easy with Seb because she didn't want to go alone, and what do you think happened? Why, I slipped and went kerplop on my ass. To make matters worse, I was not only wearing a rather flowy and thin dress, but cheeky undies as well. I have unfortunately not been able to sit on my right butt cheek, because it's scraped to hell and hurts like a bitch. Oh, and Harry decided to climb down my leg this morning, and now I have a giant scrape down my calf. :( It is a sad life, indeed.

When we last left our heroine, she was contemplating her certain doom. Now, behold the unfolding scene: Hussian once again, grim with concentration, trying with all her might to finish her monumental task of returning her grungy castle to pristine order, after realizing that moping on the floor was really getting her quite nowhere. She scrubbed, she swept, she mopped, she dusted. She beat the carpets and polished the candlesticks. She Lysol-ed the chamber-pots and Javax-ed the petticoats. By the time 10:30 rolled around, she had anachronized the hell out of that castle and had only one more chore left for her to do. With her head held high and her nose pinched tightly between her thumb and index finger, she approached the dreaded KITCHEN SINK!

Alas! The mound of dishes spanned high above her, and with their caked-on greasy messes simple dish detergent and hot water would not suffice. "Tsk, tsk," said Hussian under her breath. "Whosoever prepared what to mine eye seems to be leftover lasagna forgot to rinse out the remnants of their feast. That shall have to soak a fortnight! And in an hour and a half the clock will toll my doom! What ever shall I do??" Once again, the wretched Hussian sank to the floor, filled with anguish and despair. Oh, where were the miracles when she needed one?!?!

Just as Hussian was about to give up trying and give in to her doomed fate, she saw something strange out of the corner of her eye. Slowly, barely daring to hope, she turned her head. There, partially concealed by the medieval rotisserie device, was what looked like it might be a novelty cookie jar labeled, "Miracles." Slowly staggering to her feet, Hussian approached the strange container. She reached out her hand to open it when a voice, slightly muffled and seeming to come from the right said, "Don't touch the cookie jar!" Startled, Hussian quickly withdrew her hand, but the temptation of a magical fix-all was too great. She moved to open it again. "Don't touch the cookie jar!!" the voice repeated, this time more earnestly. "Who are you?" asked Hussian, perpelexed and slightly annoyed. "And please oh voice, tell me why musn't I open the jar?" The voice then responded with quite the riddle:

"You will be visited by a mysterious man in blue with a strange, magical box to bestow upon you. Only then may you open the jar, and at this time, open the jar you must. You must then take out one of the things inside, but only one, and do exactly as the man in blue says. If you do precisely what the man in blue asks of you, the dishes will be clean and the curse shall be lifted. Remember, do as the man in blue says!

The voice ceased, and Hussian looked around, bewildered, not knowing whether the voice was telling the truth. She realized she was wasting precious time, as the clock quickly ticked down to 11:15, but she really just did not know what to do next. Thankfully, the man in blue arrived, with a huge white metal box thing. "Hello, I'm the Maytag Man!" he said.

You think you know how this will end, don't you. Well let me tell you. There will be no happy endings for our fair protagonist, oh no. So you better stick around to find out how it all ends.

Whilst I'm waiting for my pizza to cool down, I shall tell you a story. But I'll have to warn you, this is not a tale of happy beginnings and happy endings, oh no. Indeed it is a tale of woe and misery, so if you're of the faint of heart, leave now.

I'll start with once upon a time, as it is an excellent way to start a story. Once upon a time, a time that could be more accurately labeled as Boxing Day, a girl named Hussian woke up all alone in her cold, dark castle. As she stretched and looked about, Hussian realized that her once beautiful castle was now transformed! All around her lay waste and ruin, and decades of cobwebs and dust. Unbeknown to her, Hussian had been asleep for nearly 100 years due to a rather dreadful spell cast upon her by the Un-Christmas Witch of the North-north-east, and it was actually Christmas Day 100 years into the future! What was she to do?

Just then, the clock struck 11:00a.m., a most fortuitous and magical hour, and all of a sudden, the Holly-Jolly Witch of Southeastern Worchestershire appeared! "I am the Holly-Jolly Witch of Southeastern Worchestershire!" she announced. "And I have grave news!" She told Hussian what had befallen her. "Oh, Holly-Jolly Witch of Southeastern Worchestershire! What am I to do?" bewailed the hapless maiden. The benevolent witch told her that if she cleaned the entire castle by midnight and returned to her bed and fell asleep, the spell would be broken and Hussian would reawake to Boxing Day 99 years and 364 days in her past. "Oh, thank you, Holly-Jolly Witch of Southeastern Worchestershire!" Hussian exclaimed. And with a nod of her head and a twinkle of her eye, the Holly-Jolly Witch of Southeastern Worchestershire dissapeared in a poof of candy-cane coloured smoke.

Hussian set about her monumentous and near-impossible task, feeling only a little more optimistic than when she woke up that morning. But oh, the castle was large and really quite filthy, and before she knew it, tea time had arrived. "Oh, it is hopeless!" sighed poor Hussian, collapsing onto the cold and still a bit grungy stone floor of some sort of castle-y type room. "How ever shall I finish in time? Prithee, isn't there some dashing young knight or some cheery forest animals to save/help me from my certain doom?"

There wasn't. Besides, if a dashing young knight had indeed come to save her and break the spell, she would have been transported to her own time to find her newly found love not yet conceived. And that would have been fairly tragic, but what can you do? Time-travel's a bitch.

The forest animals, unfortunately, were more of the pooping and eating types than the cheery cleaning-up types, so that was no help either.

All in all, Hussian's happily ever after was starting to look more and more grim.

To be continued...

Bah humbug. It is Christmas and I'm waiting for the meat to cook. We have unfortunately run into some snags with the cookware, starting with the forgetting of my mom's casserole dish. However, I remembered it whilst at the Comeau's Christmas party and my mom went back to get it before we left for Sackville. Yesterday Seb, Jason, Adriel, and I trudged down the road to pick up some last minute stuff at the store, one thing being an aluminum casserole dish. That is, if I had remembered that we needed one before this afternoon. Fortunately we have an abundance of heavy-duty tinfoil, so I just wrapped the roast in foil after marinading and braising it, and stuck it in the oven. Problem solved.

Much like Thanksgiving, Seb and I are having Christmas in Sackville this year, if you haven't guessed. Her mom is here, as is my mom and our brothers. I had a stocking! I've never had a stocking before! XD All the candy and food is going to make me super-fat. I don't think I shall eat for the rest of the holidays, which should be easy if I live off of vitamins and booze. Additionally, I paid for a month of WoW, so I'll be too distracted to eat. Yeah, right.

Have I ever mentioned how much I dislike being cold? Because I REALLY don't like it. Being in my parents' incredibly cold house makes me quite grumpy. Hmmph. Besides that, my vacation of sorts is going well. Danica, Vanessa and I hung out on Friday and had a few beers whilst watching a couple movies. Yesterday Adriel, mutti, and I went to Saint John and saw Quantum of Solace. Grover and I were going to go see it and it was going to be a date, but he totally went without me, so I had to take matters into my own hands. Watch it. There is a lovely scene in which one gets to drool over Daniel Craig's rock-solid body.

Danica and I had planned to go get nachos today, since it is our yearly ritual to go get nachos at Friends, but things did not go according to plan. I couldn't sleep due to my back being in extreme pain, and ended up groggily rolling about whilst half-asleep until about 1:30. I then waited an hour for the frigid bathroom to warm to a temperature of almost-frigid-but-somewhat-bearable so I could take a shower without catching hypothermia. By the time I actually called Danica, it was around 3, and she had already eaten. So I went to her place where we bummed around until suppertime, and then went to Comeaus instead.

Max has a bearded dragon. His name is Simon. He is cooooool.