Bananas

I like bananas.

I made a chocolate-banana smoothie earlier. It was delicious.

Italian Food

...I don't get it. Like. It's not horribly nauseating or disgusting or anything. It's acceptable and tasty enough... especially if you're actually in Italy. But I really don't understand the hoopla over Italian food.

I understand why people love Sorbetto and Gelato.

But I can't comprehend people's adoration for lasagna or tortellini or ravioli. Like I'll eat it if there's nothing else, but it isn't a thing I would ever choose.

My general revulsion for Italian food does not include desserts. Actually. I pretty much love every dessert ever unless it involves coffee or melon. Because I loathe both coffee and melon.

In addition to my lack of understanding where it comes to people's love of Italian food, I also fail to comprehend why people think English food is so sketch.

I happen to LOVE English food. I like beans on toast. I like full breakfast. I like black and white pudding. I even like Haggis. Which, although not actually "English", is "British", so I mentioned it anyway. I love offal. I love head meat.

This seemed to baffle the people I shared a house with in Katimavik. They didn't understand how I could worship haggis and black pudding but have never eaten more than a few bites of steak in my life. They also didn't really comprehend that as a vegetarian, they couldn't just make everyone a salad and say that it was my main course. I also don't understand their issues with the fact that they'd make some sketch vegetarian dish, and then i wouldn't eat it, and they'd get frustrated and pissy about it. But then again. I really don't do well with structure when it comes to food. I eat when I'm hungry. When I'm not hungry, I don't eat. When the food looks the opposite of appetising, I don't eat. When I feel fat, I don't eat.

But, in the category of things that I will ALWAYS eat: asian food. Every single time. I love Asian food. I love Thai. I love Chinese. I love Japanese. I just love, love, love any sort of Asian food.

So if you want me to eat, no matter what, feed me Asian.

I can never resist.

Fake Meat

I fucking hate it when people go through the trouble to make me something vegetarian... and then add in fake meat. Like, oh, you can't eat the one with actual meat in it, so here's the same thing, but with fake meat!

Oh. Great. Just what I wanted...

But not really.

The reason I don't eat meat is not because I think animals shouldn't be eaten. If I did, I'd probably take issue with cooking meat, but making a baked chicken is my favourite thing ever... as long as I don't have to eat it. I don't eat meat because I think it's fucking disgusting.
Except for bacon. That shit is magical.

I don't like the way it feels. I don't like the way it looks. I don't like the way it tastes.
Why on earth would I want to eat a synthetic reproduction of it? EW.

I know people are trying to be nice and inclusive and what-not... but seriously? Please just replace the meat with actual veggies instead of veggies pretending to be meat.

Another thing is that since I dont eat meat, you must substitute it with tofu at all times...

Please don't. Firstly, I don't need it. Just veg really is fine. Secondly, too much tofu makes you a porker. And third, if you feel the need to replace meat with tofu, you probably don't know how to cook it correctly and just please don't bother. It's fine without it. Really. I promise.

Now, I'm not trying to complain and say that my roommates are horrible cooks; because they're not! Most of the food they make is quite nice. And I really appreciate their vegetarian efforts.

It's just that tonight, there were like. Some sort of veggies, and then two bowls of ground-beef. One was actually ground-beef, and the other was fake meat. And it was totally separate from the veg, which was super awesome because I fucking hate beef, fake or otherwise. It smells gross and kind of reminds me of poop. Not appetizing at all.

So I just had veg. and then was offered fake ground beef, which I turned down, mentioning that I don't like fake meat. Everyone was all shocked and like, "YOU NEVER SAID SO BEFORE".

You don't WANT to know all of the things I don't like and will refuse to eat if I can get away with it. Someone brought up chili that had been made last week with fake meat in it... but I never actually got around to eating that... and anyway, of course I don't LIKE eating the fake meat, but if it's in something already and I can't easily get rid of it, I'll eat it anyway. But tonight, it was separate, so since I think it's fucking nasty, I didn't have any. I don't really see the problem with that... "It's part of the meal," blah blah. Okay... so why do I have to eat all of every meal when I specifically don't like something? I wasn't the only one who doesn't eat ground beef, so it's not like the fake meat stuff was expressly made for me. Our project leader doesn't eat red meat at all, so it was for her too.

I sometimes just don't eat at all as I'm occasionally not hungry. It has nothing to do with what was made and everything to do with what my stomach is doing at dinner time. If I'm fucking starving but the food looks gross or is something I don't really like, I'll eat it anyway because being hungry isn't fun. But honestly. I don't care if I hurt your feelings by not eating when I'm not hungry. My number one rule is "never eat when you're not hungry" because it just makes you feel really gross. Get over it and realize that it's not the food. It's that I'm not fucking hungry.

As for the list of all foods I have no interest in eating... keep in mind, I'm an insanely picky eater:
Blueberries
Celery
Seafood
Lima beans
All meat but bacon, turkey bacon is also acceptable
All fake meat
All types of melon
Hard boiled eggs
Lasagna
Most Italian food
Indian food
Mexican food
Coffee
Green beans
Oatmeal
Most breakfast foods
Plain cheese (uncooked and not in anything. fucking ew.)
All pie except: cherry, strawberry rhubarb, chocolate, and banana cream
Cake (i only like cupcakes)
Most mushrooms
Pears
Currants
Figs
Dates
Coconut (i ONLY like it fresh)
Noni (who would ever want to eat one of these?????)

And the list goes on.

Anyway, it's far too much trouble to even mention any of this to my roommates... so I'm not sure why they get so offended when I won't eat something. "Oh, first you eat chicken, now you don't, blah blah". Don't even worry about it. My eating or not, is not your issue. I'll eat what I want... and I'll deal with it if you make something I won't eat. Why even worry about it?

My hatred of eating has nothing to do with you.

Alan

I'm too excited about seeing Rammstein in 3 days to sleep, so instead I'm awake writing weird jokesy fan letters to Alan Rickman. Hopefully he won't read them. But... they are hilarious. So I hope SOMEONE does. The one I'm currently working on is basically a rant about how in the fantasy life I have with him, he likes poached eggs, and I don't know how to cook poached eggs and really wish he'd prefer scrambled instead.

PLEASE NOTE:
I do not have a fantasy life with Alan Rickman.

But it is true that I don't know how to cook poached eggs. I think that's the one where you drop it into the water...? Oh well. I'm not worried about it as I don't really like eggs anyway.

I think this is because when I was growing up, the only thing my mom (not my mum) knew how to cook for breakfast was scrambled eggs... so I'm kind of tired of them now.

Anyway, I'm just sitting here being ridiculous.
Because I can.

Shh... Just Come

Sous Chef

I've always been really interested in things like cooking and baking.

More recently, I've also been really, really interested in cooking shows. Most of which are hosted/created by Gordon Ramsay. Heston Blumenthal also has a really cool show called Heston's Feasts, in which he does some really interesting and creative things.

But anyway. What I'm getting to, is that I downloaded this computer program the other day called Sous Chef. It's basically a cooking assistant computer program thingy. So, right now, since it's 6:30am, and nothing is opened and I pretty much have nothing at all better to do but stay in bed and wait until I'm no longer ill, I'm scouring through websites I frequent looking for sweet recipes to load into it.

What this means, is that next time you're wanting some yummy sort of something, you should have me come over and make it for you. Because not only do I love cooking and baking, I'm also ridiculously good at it. And, obviously, I'll have a whole tonne of recipes at my disposal so you can just pick what you want.

The Worst Thing Ever

The worst thing that will ever happen to you and your mouth, is when you spy some chocolate chip cookies, and you grab one and start eating it... ^_^

Only to realize that that shit is rasins. -_-

That's some fucked up shit. :<

Suicides

I miss 7-11 slurpees. The flavours up here pretty much suck. They only have coke, banana, and like... cream soda or something. I miss sour cherry and orange and that weird blue shit. I really miss suicide slurpees... which is every flavour mixed up into one slush. The best though, is layering all the good flavours. Om nom nom. This is the first year that I can remember that I'm not within reasonable walking distance of a 7-11. I suppose I did live reasonably near one in the summer though... oh well.

$15.60

Last night, I was really hungry.

And I suppose I could have used cash. But instead, I decided to count out all the change I had, ($15.60) and bring it up to Burger King to buy some veggie burgers.

I'm surprised the lady at the counter didn't hate me when she had to count out fifteen dollars in dimes and nickels. I would have hated me.

Anyway, I got 4 veggie burgers, went home, ate them in like 20 minutes with a bunch of orange juice while watching The Princess and The Frog (which I'm pretty sure is racist) and was subsequently still hungry.

I eat a lot...

Also, talking about incurable hunger, they have energy drinks that come in bloodbags. Nast! Only... I maybe kinda want one? But mostly just to walk around drinking out of an IV bag to creep people out.

He Ate My Heart

Today is "To Write GaGa On Her Arms" day or something like that. So my arm says, "He Ate My" and it's in a heart. Because I am win like that. Oh yes.

I didn't eat any hearts today. I ate pizza. It was excellent pizza.

After I ate my pizza, I went to a show. It was an excellent show. Full of awkward moments and ridiculous dancing. I really honestly thought the boy in front of me was having a seizure at one point. I was concerned.

The show ended. And I was sad about this. But then I walked from Bloor and Bathurst to College and Bathurst and stopped at Sneaky Dee's for a cupcake. Usually I would have serious objections to walking in this weather. It's 19 degrees out. Which is -7C. Whatever the balls that means. I like 19 better. Sounds warmer.

In Sneaky Dee's, I ran into a bunch of people who were on a pub crawl. Which was... interesting. Talking of this phrase, I'll be watching The Boat That Rocked again later tonight because I'm in love with Bill Nighy. Anyway. I started talking to this one very amusing pub crawl victim called Jamee. He kept saying how hammered he was. All in all, he was totally adorables. I love drunk boys when they're not barfing.

He asked me how I felt about shooters. To which I replied, "Ohhh, are you trying to buy me a drink?" which he said yes to. I told him that I don't drink alcohol. And then he said that's the sort of person he wants to be. I told him he should move downtown and live on Queen West. Because he totally should. Anyway. He bought me a cupcake. Which was awesome. Because cupcakes are amazing.

As I was leaving Sneaky Dee's, the bouncer recognized my cupcake and I or something I guess. He was like, "Oh. I remember you. You wanted to get cupcakes, but you didn't have your ID, so I wouldn't let you in, and you were really, really mad, and then you left and came back with your ID and got cupcakes." I'm not entirely certain that this was actually me... But it totally sounds like something I'd do, so maybe yes? It was funny either way.

The other bouncer started talking about my water bottle, and I said, "I swear to God it's water," and he was like, "Oh. I don't believe in that." And I'm a genius, so I asked, "You don't believe in water?" Go me.

What? I Can't Hear You

Homigod. I think I've gone deaf. Well. Not really. But there is that fuzzy buzzing sound in my ears. The one you get from listening to music that is too loud for too long. The kind that makes your eyes tear up, that only more noise can kind of cure. Yeah. That. My least favourite. Oh well.

I just got home from seeing Tiësto at Arrow Hall in Mississauga. Wherever that is.

I went in a giant, ridiculous circle on the TTC to get there... sigh. But it took up time, so that was good. I stood in line for a little bit and made a new friend. His name is Patrick and he's from Switzerland. Total gentleman, by the way.

The warm-up DJs were okay. Tiësto went on a little after 11:30 (I got there at about 8:40 and the show started at 9). It was really intense, actually. The bass was pounding so hard it screwed with heartbeats and you could barely breathe. It was half-way between awesome and torture. I'm not quite sure how anyone manages to go to a whole show like that drunk or high. I think if I attempted it, I'd probably vomit and then die. Also, drinks were nearly $10... yeah fuck that.

At one point, the music cut off from the speakers, but I guess it was still going on in the headphones, because Tiësto was still up there jamming away not noticing that we were just standing there listening to nothing. Then he took off his headphones and was like, "OH." Fun times.

Fifteen to twenty minutes into his set, I weaseled my way up against the barrier and stayed there for the rest of the show. One of the security dudes was really enjoying himself which was fun to watch since security dudes usually just stand there acting like it's the most boring music on earth.

Anyway, at the end of his set, Tiësto put on Traffic, which is his signature song, and then hopped off the stage and went up and down the barrier giving high fives and what not. I touched him tee-hee!

Patrick and I left then to avoid giant crowds and we walked to some 24-7 diner and got dinner. Afterward, I got a cab home and Patrick walked back to his hotel I guess. Coolest cab driver ever. Superman 2 was on in the restaurant, and that's my favourite of the Superman movies, so now I have to watch it online. Toodles!

Die Weiße Fee Spannt Ihren Bogen

I went to a party the other night. There were copious amounts of hard drugs there. I was going to sample the cocaine as there was a line reserved especially for me, but I observed a bit before trying it and decided that despite what rock-stars may think, drugs are highly unattractive. As my friend David said, heroin chic does not equal heroin. I don't want white shit up my nose that other people can see there. It looks like creepy boogers. Like... really people? And then people act really strange when they're on coke. Being high is highly unattractive. I wonder if I was like that when I used to smoke weed... I'm sure I was a little hilarious... but was it that unattractive? Anyway, I like being the only sober one at parties, it makes me feel elite and better than everyone else. Since, you know, I'm completely above the influence... which in its own special way rocks harder than The Stones. Plus, I detest acting like I am any less intelligent than I am while killing off brain cells. Stupid idea. I have no idea why anyone would do that.

Another perk of being the only clear-thinking, sober one, is that you can easily get people to do stuff for you since they're confused and don't realize that you're manipulating them. They also promise things that they later don't remember and don't expect you to remember... but of course you do since you were sober at the time. In this way, I got some guy to buy me a $20 breakfast at Sadie's the next morning.

Epic. Win.

Rein! Raus! Tiefer!

Yuss Plz.

So. I started school a few days ago. I've learned two haircuts and that I'm absolutely abysmally terrible at blowdrying hair. HORRIBLY. ABYSMALY. BAD. It's absolutely pathetic and a half, but I'm sure I'll get better at it. I've decided to name my disembodied head Paula Landers. The next one will be Olivette Riedel, and then Flakeisha Lorenz, and the solid head one will be Tillilah Lindemann. Ahahhaha. Oh dear. Reesh and Doomy are too preeeeetty for any of that. Although... Doominique would be a little bit amazing.

I'm absolutely ridiculous and completely obsessed.

Also, I'm turning into a healthy-type person. AWKWARD.

PatPatPatrick Ddddempsy

...is my lover? I wish. He's way too boss for words. Due to technological upgrades and updates, etc. I am finally able to watch Enchanted again. YAY! I adore this movie so much. I used to watch it all the time, and I'm sure I soon will again. It's so Disney, but it's like... live action too. I can't say how much I love this movie, I like it too much. Also, I can now watch a bunch of Grey's Anatomy episodes since those were also saved on my external hard drive! YAY!!!

I love ritz crackers as well.

As He Goes Left

I have managed to acquire a copy of not only Jurassic Park, but also, Lolita. I get the feeling I'm gonna love that book. Reading JPark seems wrong without hotdogs and chai tea, but I don't know where (in my room) my house key is, so I can't book down the road to get any, since I know where to get both.

My mother is coming to visit and I'm stoked about all that. I reallyreallyreally need to find my keys!! Argh.

I've discovered that although I am a teeny tiny person, 5'4, I don't fit on a bed. I'm amazing; truly.

Grammar is my lifelonglover.

Hittin The Board For The Lord

Saved! is such a boss movie. Chad Faust (I have his auto!!) And Patrick Fugit are such foxes frsrs.

So today I hung around not doing too much. My knee is fully functional now, although if I touch it, not so good.

Alexander Mac aka FrankenMac decided to restart on me, which means I won't be word processing any time soon as I've decided to just wait until I get a new computer to attempt to turn it on again I suppose I'll have to transfer my files now. I might as well save up for a new iPod and begin a new collection on a new computer as Hamish is nearly full anyway and I don't really bother keeping music files on Aly as they just slow it down and take up picture space.

Maxim DeWinter was going strong until it decided to conk out on the internet half way through the day, so I've been sticking to Alohisha GG for the rest of the day, not my fave as Maxim has the better battery and MSN. But oh well, I'm sure it'll fix itself eventually.

I found my nobabies noperiod pills in the back pocket of my nudies today, too late. I guess I'll just bleed this week and not worry about it for another 3+ months. Not so much yay. I'm awkwardly crampy, which is hella weird as I don't usually get crampy anymore. Oh well.

I decided to get back on my skateboard today and skated down to metro for something to drink. I ended up with green poweraid and bugles as its vegan and yummy. I ate them a little quick and got queasy to Andrew WK. I decided to go chill with the roomies. That was good fun. Some hilarious guys came over and everyone tried as hard as they could to get me to take a hit of weed or a sip of their vodka, however as I say, "I don't drink or do drugs."

So then they called me straightedge. *eyeroll* Which is hella lame. Being clean doesn't require a lable just like drinking occasionally doesn't either, so why the fuck be pretentious and give it one? I haiiiiiight sXe people who are oh so proud to call themselves straightedge. Get a life and get over yourselves.

So now a total of 10 or so people have seen my tattooed ass. Ahahaha, the only person who has seen it more than once is meeee!!! I don't show it off much, butt I like to look (see what I did there?).

I think I might have athsma. I'll wait until I get a healthcard to explore that further. The last time I smoked a cigarette, half nearly killed me (and then I almost died falling down a run on my snowboard because it mellowed me out way much) and then I had this crazy hacking nasty cough when people were smoking pot in the kitchen... So yeah, I'll get that checked out. I've discovered that I'm not deaf in my left eat; my headphones just suck ass.

Last night I had this epic dream about Jurassic Park, which has me jonesing to read the book again. Last time, I distinctly remember listening to it on tape early early in the morning, in the spring, while having bought a ton of shit, chai tea, and hot dogs from 7/11 and then having them with mama in the livingroom. And then later probably skipping school as I often did when I was a junior. It was a fun year. I like that I only really went to high school for two years. Everyone always says, "yeah, it sucks; but you have to go," when really, you actually don't have to go at all. Obviously.

I'm dyyying to nerd out over JPark when I finally get my hands on a copy. I'm also looking forward to reading Nabakov's Lolita. Fersher. I hear its megahellauber dirty as fuck. Oh goodie. I've wanted to read it ever since I heard that one Police song.

Probably work on cleaning the room tomorrow. It needs it + my keys are AWOL/MIA/POW. Sleep now though. I neeed it. Shaved my sides today with clippers I found + can put hair in ponytail. Stoked!

Must see ily, man.

You Look Like Something I Want

Last night I decided to go for a late night skateboarding session through the sidewalks of Toronto when they would be empty enough not to kill people. Even though I really don't know how to skateboard. I've discovered that it really really is not as much like snowboarding as I thought it was. But what's the point of having a $200 custom built board if you can't use it? Anyway, I mostly glided my way downhill a little past Queen, pretending I was Stacy Peralta - the epic hair. Oh how I wish. Or maybe even Jay Adams. One of the Z-Boys. Although, I was probably most like Sid who was quite bad at skating.

I found a nice man who told me that unlike on a snowboard, with skateboarding, you put your foot in the middle of the board. Ahahaha, oh how little I know. I need to watch Lords of Dogtown again; I effing love that movie. Especially repeating "Are you guys lost or whaaaaaaat?" Five times after Heath Ledger says it in that crazy accent of Skip's.

Anyway, I totally ate it in this lovely parkinglot down the road. I'm very very glad I wore $25 Bullheads instead of $200 Nudies to go boarding because I trashed the right knee of those pants.

So anyway, I was walking back home when I saw this lovely smooth ramp on the Ryerson campus right near the Ram. I skated down it 3 times and the 3rd, I didn't quite get my left foot off the board so I ended up twisting my right knee and falling straight on it and into a pillar. I'm a tiny bit excited to finally have injured myself in some sport related way... Unlike the one time I sprained my ankle in 8th grade during English class while walking down the hallway.

Anyway, I got up under the impression that I was pretty okay, walked about 30 feet, and decided that holy fuck I was absolutely not okay. Annnywho. I walked home because I'm a toughie and got some ice, decided that really really wasn't gonna cut it and then headed to the ER just down the road.

I was there from 1 to 5 in the AM with some rather interesting characters. I got some xrays taken which is always interesting because I got to see my bones. They're prettier than yours are :P. Haha. Kidding. But they're very nice looking. Completely sublime. Its why I keep them hidden. If you saw them, you'd stare until I smacked you.

They sent me home on crutches. Oh fun times. Crutches are like this awful involuntary full upperbody work out including arms and abs that's almost worse than just walking since they bruise your arms and ribcage on both sides. Horrid, horrid things. I just walked home.

the crutches came in great handy this morning though since my knee was being megaevils. Probably because I had just woken up. Anyway, I took a shower and then headed to the ram for lunch since its way close.

Rob was working today which was awesome as we got to get caught up a little and such. The food there is amazing, by the way, so go if you get the chance. I went back home, took a nap, woke up, ate the rest of my thai tofu wrap, went back to sleep, and then now I'm awake again and about to go watch some epic Thursday night TV!

I'm so stoked its finally spring!

The Dreammaker's Gonna Make You Mad

This morning, I was ub bright and early. I got a yummy iced tea from the bucks then headed over to Kensington and UrbHerb. The curry wasn't ready when I got there, so I got a BBQ tofu sandwich instead as well as juice, 2 cookies, and a muffin.

The jucie was nastily healthy. I felt every piece of junkfood I've ever had melt away as I was drinking it. It was kind of awful. Decidedly enjoyable though. The sandwich was orgasmic and I got sauce from it all over my muddy banks ofthe wishkah Nirvana tshirt. Oh well, it was already dirty.
Some creeper hit on me, so I told him I was a boy. Ahahahhaa. This is especially hilarious because of my long hair (today), girly clothes, and exploding clevage. It was an epic win for all parties involved. I couldn't think of anything else to say though.

I ate my breaky then took a 5 hour long nap then went and got pizza. I think I might have been flirting with the girl at the pizza counter, I have no idea. But it was a funny thought as I was walking out of there.

When I got home, Shayna and I watched the amazing race together as we do on Sunday nights. It was pretty good. Now I'm hungry again, so I think I'll eat my muffin that I was saving for breakfast tomorrow.

Verona Lives Inside Of You

This morning I woke up annoyingly early and took a few naps before finally getting up and getting somewhat ready for the show tonight. I took my time because I knew David wouldn't be at my place for a while.

When he did arrive, we got sparkly; me on purpose, him by accident. I finished getting ready and then we took the subway to queen and then the streetcar to the pizza parlour for some yummy pizza before heading out to the venue. We were a little late so there was no line to get in. They confiscated David's whiskey at the door... Hahahaha, and it took forever for them to take my ticket, but I said hey to Shanye in the meantime.

Anyway, we got in and were seperately rocking out to our mp3 players... And then my battery died and I was sad. I didn't dig the openers so much. We went and talked to Shane and Nicole for a bit and I got one of those badass $40 purple hoodies that I've wanted forrrrever (since I'm obsessed with brass knuckles) and then for $20 because Shane is fucking AWESOME!!!!! I luff it!!! Its all fuzzy and American Apparely.

I talked to Nicole forever about Detroity things and such. She's sooo awesome. Haha, she thought I was 20-something, I was like yeah, I'm 18, but I get that a lot. We talked like all through the opening bands, and I met Kevin's girl Carly who is nice; didn't talk to her much though. I like how everyone always thinks I'm like... 23, I don't even know why. But its helpful when trying to get into clubs.

Silverstein was aweesome, especially since there was noone there so I got pushed up to the barrier straight away and noone crowdsurfed over my head. They played a few new songs, (the first three off their new album), and a ton that I'd never seen live, but had always wanted to. Smile in Your Sleep, Call it Karma, Discovering the Waterfront, um... I can't think of the rest off the top of my head, but it was a great set!

Afterward, I went and got to meet PK's girl Courtney who is here visiting him from Texas. They are totally adorable and she's really nice. I also met Josh's girl who is really fun. I can see why those two are together, haha. They were telling me about their cute dog who threw up today. Yummers? Haha.

Josh said I should come to their show in Burlington, and then I told him I was only 18, so he asked PK if I would be allowed anyway if I paid, and he said no, but they both said I should use a fake ID. Hahahahahaha, they're sooo awesome. I conveiniently have 3 fake IDs. However, I don't want to go all the way to Burlington in case it doesn't work, as that would be a waste of $$$

My poor dear wayfarers got lost somewhere behind the stein merch table, but maybe they'll turn up? I hope so. I adore them! Anyway, some security dude got rid of me, so I thanked Shane for the hoodie and got a hug then David and I headed to the streetcar and then went to Macca's. I got frenchfries and a drink.

I love Silverstein!

I Was Dancing When I Was Three

So, the other day, a mouse visited me in my room. Surprised me rather much. It was kinda cute though. It was little and brown. Didn't stay long. I haven't mentioned it to my roommates yet.

Saturday, David came and we basically did a restaurant crawl. We started with cookies and chocolate bars, then went down the street for Japanese food. Then up and over to Bloor and Spadina for pizza at Cora's. That was funny... apparently some drunk guy tried to fight a cop and 4 other cop cars showed up and they held him down and stuff. We were watching out the front of the window. It was really funny. After that, we went to get nachos at Sneaky Dee's, but the bouncer didn't accept my Michigan ID (which doesn't look fake at all). So we went across the street to the Bistro and got a mini pitcher of screwdriver and then two shots each. They tasted yummy! We then went down to a boss pizza parlour/general restaurant at Queen and Parliament and got yummy vegan soup.

We came back to my house and watched Enchanted, and then David went home. Best Valentine's Day EVER. Haha, mostly because although we are single people, we're not the creepy bitter ones who complain about cutesy couples who probably hate each other anyway.

Yesterday, I watched fairy tale movies ALL. DAY. LONG. And this morning, I watched lots of Grey's, season five, say whaa?