In Finnish: Hyvää Joulua! 

We just got back from Hanna's grandparents' place, where, in true grandparent style, we were plied with all sorts of delicious Finnish Christmas food (I took pictures of every dish - all will be up on DUTCH MY LIFE once I have access to my laptop again). We had rice porridge (delicous!) and fruit stew, pulla (little balls of sweetbread), jouluutorttu (flaky pastries filled with plum jam), taatelikakku (date cake) and rahkapulla (cream-filled sweetbread with lemon and raisins). I also learned how to say "thank you" - kiitos

Hanna's family was there: her siblings came with their children (adroable!). Her whole family is apparetly coming over to her house tonight, so I will get to meet even more Finnish people (and fail to communicate, due to the language barrier - but I have developed he general strategy of thanking everyone copiously and smiling all the time - seems to have worked so far...)

Can't really believe it's actually Christmas, though! I donät know where the time went! But last night, we decorated the Christmas tree, and today, we laid out the presents under it (literally a mountian of them - feels just like home!). I hope Hanna and her family like the gifts I brought- I'm thankful that the Gluhwein survived the trip here. 

Suffice to say, life is quite exciting at the moment, and I feel so lucky and blessed to be able to celebrate Christmas with Hanna and her family - not that I don't miss mine, but seriously, this is something special! :D 

HYVÄÄ JOULUA TO EVERYONE :D 
;askdlfa;da

I don't care that he's being sarcastic; this comment from my brother on facebook is the best thing in my life right now:
"Your coolness is immeasurable."

I AM FULL OF FEELINGS~
Read more... )
Today, my doctor tells me I am officially underweight with a BMI of 17.6 (it was hovering around 19 in May). She says I am officially putting myself at risk of heart problems because my body will start rerouting energy from protein - heart muscle - in order to function.

...Whoops. >.>

I am going to try and unclench the excessively tight sphincter of my mind and fix this.

Um, in happier news, Chloe's friend, Melissa got me a Pottermore account last week! We spent the weekend celebrating - by reading copious amounts of fic and watching The Pacific. (IDK if I could personally ever get into the fandom. The series was brilliant, from what I saw - the battle scenes! characterization! holy gut-wrenching perfection, batman! - but I kept getting thrown out of the loop because on the one hand, the Japanese were "the enemy", and on the other, they're my grandparents...).

Something else I learned recently: conscientiousness runs very strongly in my family. In Ye Days of Olde, when my dad, my uncle and my Oma were new to Canada, my dad had a job as a paper boy, delivering newspapers around Toronto's St. Clair E./Birchmount area, which was not the nicest part of town. One morning, he got off the elevator in one of the apartment buildings on his route and discovered a large pool of blood in the hallway, seeping out from under one of the doors. Probably, most people would have turned around and called it a day. Not my dad. In his own words: "I thought to myself, people need their daily newspapers!"

I feel like that somehow explains so much about my family.

:-)

Jun. 19th, 2011 05:58 pm
I sent my dad a text at seven am this morning saying Happy Father's Day! :D You're awesome!. This afternoon, we suntanned on the back porch together, reading magazines. The pork tenderloin I'm making for dinner is finishing in the oven as I type. Hopefully it will be tasty, and then I can declare this Father's Day a success. (Wish me luck: I also made rice balls for the first time, because we're having Grandma and Grandpa over for dinner, and I like to cement my Favourite Grandchild status whenever I can. The rice balls look ridiculous - and not in the good way - but I'm hoping the grandparental instincts of "My offspring's offspring are so talented!" will shine through and save the day.)

Completely unrelated, last night Chloe, her friend Melissa and I watched Brokeback Mutants X-Men: First Class again. Equally enjoyable the second time, and now I am going to read fic FOREVER! (Seriously, beautiful angsty, slashy goodness is beautiful.)
FIFTY MINUTES OF CLASS LEFT IN SECOND YEAR! LET APRIL BE OVER ALREADY, WE'LL JUST PRETEND IT NEVER HAPPENED, K?

Work Ethic? Yeah, that's something I might have once been familiar with, you know. )

TL;DR: Conclusions? My family was jumping to them before t-tests were cool.

ANYWHO, after that, I hung up quickly and called Oma, because nothing says procrastination like an hour-long gossip sesh with your grandma. Now I have to quickly describe le matérialisme selon Diderot; I will bust ass on this essay over the weekend, because the goal is to submit it Monday with no regrets. (Or with regrets that I will just drink away, I'm pretty flexible on this one...)
Well, I'm back in Kingston. Pleasantly surprised to find that the apartment is a) still standing, and b) relatively clean. Right now I'm just taking a minute to be slightly overwhelmed by the amount of work I've neglected over reading week: not merely readings, but also a lab report (I think I need to scrap what I have so far and start over again, because things are looking wonky, arrgh), a German assignment, and the part where I have until Friday to make a decision about going on exchange.

Thankfully, with the power of To-Do lists, I have Plans, which will hopefully allow me to take the stick out of my ass so I can pretend to be Normal. Also, coffee. There is nothing that cannot be conquered by the addition of More Caffeine. 

The weekend was totally worth the imminent stress, though. On Saturday, I slept in (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It was glorious~), baked banana bread and hung out with Eden before having dinner with the grandparents. Later, Chloe came over and we skyped [livejournal.com profile] cherishedsaulie  and watched the vlogbrothers until two in the morning. I HAVE BEEN CONVERTED. Extremely belated though I am, ;alskdjf;asd I have oodles of love for them now. Today, we had the relatives over for Oma's birthday lunch. I do not think my waistline was helped by the entire table of chicken rice/chow mein/salmon OMG I devoured, but I'm reminding myself that university fare starts again on Monday, so it's completely justified.

OH AND BY THE WAY, WHITE COLLAR EP 2.14 IS THE MOST AMAZING THING EVER OH MY GOD IT IS LIKE FIC ON TELEVISION.

One last tidbit and I'm done: THE EAGLE - NOW IN LATIN
Mom, Dad and I just got back from a showing of the 2011 CanAsian International Dance Festival at the Fleck Dance Theatre. It was awesome! The first part featured some traditional Korean dancing; the second part showed a woman's search for closure after the death of her master (the dancing was really powerful, IMHO, but I spent the entire thing praying for her strapless dress to just hold on a little longer); the third part featured a man with the most fantastic abs I've ever seen performing a routine in which he whirled like a dervish for 45 minutes. I don't know how to describe it, but it was massively impressive, and also somehow a commentary on meditation in motion. He had these amazing skirts that almost seemed to move of their own accord as he turned; he kept taking them on and off, and throwing the up in the air throughout the performance. But NGL, I was mostly distracted by his abs.

In conclusion: awesome.

Other awesome things that happened today included finally satisfying my craving for Dundas Pizza garlic bread. A;SLDFJKASDHGHGLLSDF I bought some for lunch today, and it was so good. Then [livejournal.com profile] cherishedsaulie  and I hit up the Eaton Centre, where it was determined that I should never be allowed out in public ever again. Not technically my fault, though: you would laugh maniacally and slightly hysterically too if you had seen the Evan Lysacek Is The Swan Queen shoop. IT WAS BEAUTIFUL AND MY LIFE IS NOW COMPLETE.

So yeah, repressing the morning incident, today was a good day.
Well, I am once again back in Kingston. %UHHHHH. I want to say it wasn't as painful as last year, but I can't remember last year, so I won't. (Hey, kids. Chances are, if you're rating your feelings about going back to uni after a break as "painful", it's probably not the place for you. Too late now, though. Onwards and upwards!)

The break was marvelous, though.Read more... )

That's what I want to remember from the break. Fun times with friends and family, Oliver's head warm and heavy on my shoulder, the twins yelling at David and I to build the damn snowman already, Eden's loud and ridiculous proposal in the middle of the street, plotting Inception fic with Nav in Starbucks, being surrounded with so many amazing and brilliant people (I love you all ♥)... and just that winter break was awesome.
ASD;LJKSD;LHTA;LSDF SO I DIDN'T ACTUALLY FINISH THE ROUGH DRAFT OF MY APPLICATION UNTIL AFTER I'D BROWSED THROUGH ALL 33 PAGES OF PTERRY FIC ON AO3 LAST NIGHT. DEAR SELF: WHUT IS THIS EVEN.

NOW I HAVE TO ACTUALLY EDIT THE DAMN THING. YEAH, CAUSE THAT'LL GO WELL.

ANYWAY, I HAVE NO PRIORITIES, BUT I DO HAVE A NEW BOOK! (LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL, Chloe and I are the worst shoppers ever, because we both believe in impulse buying and we went to Chapters. RECIPE FOR AWESOME DISASTUH RIGHT HURR~). I now have Terry Pratchett's I Shall Wear Midnight in my room, and I'm preparing to bid goodbye to any productivity, ever. O HAIIIIIIII TIFFANY, PLEASE CONTINUE TO BE YOUR AWESOMELY BAMF SELF! :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

In other news, SO MUCH TO DO ARRRGHH AHHHHHHHHH! EXCEPT THOSE ARE SCREAMS OF HAPPY!STRESS, BECAUSE MOST OF THE THINGS ARE GOOD.

Tuesday:
- Go to work (morning)
- Buy nail polish (on way home from work)
- EXERCISE ASDFL;AKSDJG (afternoon)
- BRO AROUND LIKE A BOSS :D
- Family stuff (7:00pm)
- Homework/edit exchange application
- Video games??

ALSO, I WISH SOMEONE FROM WORK WOULD TAKE MY SHIFT, AS I AM NOT GOING TO BE IN KINGSTON FOR IT, JS. D-:<<<<<<<< GDI, if I have to explain this to my supervisor, heads will roll, and unfortunately, mine will be included.
Merry Christmas! :-)

We are home from visiting the Relatives, stuffed with turkey and all manner of other delicious things. On Christmas Eve, Oma and I made Gluhwein (umlauts not included), which was a surprising success. Today, we exchanged gifts; Dad is very happy with his new scarf, and I am now the fortuitous owner of not one but 3 toothbrushes! ;) All in all, an excellent Christmas. ♥ and tomorrow, we leave for Collingwood, Land of No Internet. We'll be back in a week, but until then, wishing everyone a very merry Christmas and happy holidays!
Holler and to all those who celebrate it, merry Christmas Eve eve! :D December 24th was always my favourite day of the year, for a whole host of reasons. Not only do we get to hang out with the "German" relatives*, but we get turkey with Dad's mashed potatoes**, Oma's cookies for dessert, presents from the relatives, and, best of all, we get the breathless anticipation of knowing that if we're good, Santa will come overnight and leave presents under the Christmas tree.*** The waiting is half the reward, TBH. Not being little anymore is a bit saddening this time of year, but the other perks make up for it. Mostly.

Um, but this post is mainly to ask a question! I know this journal gets minimal traffic at best, but I would really appreciate your answers! The question is basically this: how do you deal with people when you're upset with them?
TL;DR under the cut. In other news, I am still fourteen. )

Anyway, tl;dr (kudos if you made it through that without giving up in disgust/throwing stuff at the screen btw), HOW DO PEOPLE DEAL WITH OTHER PEOPLE IN A MATURE FASHION ARRRGH?


*I have mentally divided my extended family into two sides. My dad's side, consisting of my Oma, my uncle and aunt, and my COUSINS!!!!1, I call the "Germans". My mom's side, consisting of... everyone else (grandparents, uncles, aunts, second-cousins, great-uncles/aunts, third/fourth-degree relatives, etc. etc.) are, collectively, the "Asians". TURRIBLE STEREOTYPING IS TERRIBLE. Sit here and watch me not give a shit.

** OM NOM NOM NOM.

***I still like to leave out milk and cookies.
HGNH.
Cut for boring IRL bits )

AWESOME MISCELLANY (if by miscellany, you mean fanfic, and I do*): LET US SHARE ALL THE THINGS!
1. [livejournal.com profile] copperbadge  has written THIS aka Bankrobber aka the most epic White Collar story EVER. Peter/Elizabeth, R, VERY, VERY AWESOME, you should all check it out.
2. ALSO THIS VID. HOMG JANUARY PLEASE GET HERE ALREADY SO THAT I MAY CAPSLOCK AND FLAIL AND DIE OVER WHITE COLLAR SOME MORE, K?
3. FOR BBC!SHERLOCK PEEPS: [livejournal.com profile] blind_author  is THE SHIT and has started Semper Fidelis, which BLOWS MY MIND. Well, there's only one part so far, but ;LKjdf;lasdjf;laksdf;la GO NOW AND READ IT. GO. IT IS AMAZING. I MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE MADE ACTUAL KEENING NOISES AT THE SCREEN AS I READ.

*SHOEBOX, AS ALWAYS. Because there will never be a time when SBP does not OWN ALL THE THINGS.

EDIT OH MY GOD IN A HATBOX: CILLIAN MURPHY AND TOM HARDY DISCUSS DOING DRAG. "LET'S HAVE A DRAG-OFF!" ADSF;ALSDFKJAS;LDKJTALSJTA;LSDJFPASDFJ;ALSDJFALSDFJAJSDIOJ OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD THESE MENNNNNN WHAT EVENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDD BRB DYING OF JOY~
1. DAMN YOU, YAHOO, Y U NO LET ME BE GRATE?????

a;sdkfj;alsdf Y U GOTTA B LIKE DIS? Shutting down delicious = NOT ON BRO. D-:<<<<<

Brb, exporting all the things.

2. Iqra left this morning, which means the house is now in the process of being CLEANED FINALLY OMG. FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF brb surrendering to OCD-like tendencies. Also, Kim came over today and we made cookies and hot chocolate, OM NOM NOM NOM. ♥

3. It's been one year, and I am stupidly, ridiculously, un-fucking-believably grateful. Can't even express.
Guten Morgen!

I think I got eight hours of sleep last night, and it was brilliant! I also had dreams! Let me tell you about them.

So, first there was the one in which I was part of an elite spy/ninja team based on earth, and Cillian Murphy was an evil alien who lived on a distant planet and was trying to annihilate the world. I got sent up to his planet for a recon mission (he lived in a hotel, wtf), but somehow managed to get caught. (I don't think I minded too much. It was Cillian Murphy.) Then everything became all ~film noir-like, with the black and white tones, and the pinstriped, tailored, old Chicago gangster clothing. I think Cillian had a fedora. And tentacles. Anyway, after he caught he sneaking around his hotel, he asked me why I was there, and I told him I was trying to save Earth from his death ray (unfortunately, not a metaphor for his penis...). He took me to his telescope and showed me the Earth, and it was very small and very pale, but I was a bit too distracted by his gorgeousness to really comment much. Then, we did the tango, in order to distract him from blowing up my planet. It was very sultry and romantic, and I tried to seduce him at one point. I must have succeeded, at least in part, because we got to third base*. Things were getting interesting... And then I woke up and jizzed in my pants.

I fell back asleep soon after, and found myself in Toronto. I was doing my own thing, chilling somewhere, and then my parents called being like "Do you know where your brother is?". Naturally, I didn't, cause I don't stalk the kid, and I said so. Then my mom said "I'm coming to pick you up", and did so. She took me to my grandparents' house, where my brother was being arrested on drug charges WTF. My family was a mess, and my grandparents and Oma were freaking out, obviously, and David was on the fucking garage roof or some shit, and the police were trying to get him down - unsuccessfully - and in the middle of all that chaos, I woke up. Then I was all FFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUU subconscious, David would totes never do drugs, I would smack some sense into that boy myself.

Now I'm off to write a German exam in T-1.5 hours. BRB, studying/imbibing coffee FOREVER.

*WHICH I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THAT IS
I've been reading through copperbadge's old entries on family drama, and am contenting myself with the fact that no matter how bad it is now, at least my drama has not escalated to the level of That Drama.

For one thing, my brother is not yet a legal adult.
I think the worst, most upsetting part is feeling like I don't know him anymore. This is a stranger; where did my brother go?

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