Spring Break, etc

As the title suggests, I'm getting my computer back tonight, hopefully. :D Somebody woke me up this morning and told me that the dude who was fixing it wanted to ask me some questions, so I called him. Being half asleep, this is how the conversation went:

"Hey, I just need to ask you a few questions."
"mm...kay..."
"What OS were you using? XP or Vista?"
"Mmm...98..."
"....seriously?"
"Mmm...no...99..."
"There's no 99."
"2000?"
"You used Windows 2000?"
"..Wait..what was the question?"
"...What OS did you use before you brought your computer in?"
"Oh, XP."

I'm just hoping he didn't get angry enough to give me 98. Or 2000. Or Vista. *shudder*



In other news, March Break (Spring break, for all you Americans. Our spring isn't here yet. D:) just started and I can already tell it's going to be an interesting one. I went out with my family today, and during the car ride to the restaurant, I saw a cop. Now, this wouldn't be quite as interesting if he wasn't on roller-blades. Chasing after a car. A speeding car. The funniest thing is, the car slowed down to see why he was being chased by a rollerblader, only to be fined.

I also spotted a pair of Americans (Could tell by their New York license plate) that parked next to us at the mall, and we walked behind them, as we were headed to Walmart as well. Well, luckily we didn't follow them closely, or else we would've walked into a window as well. The McD's window, too. Talk about a walking stereotype.

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I miss my PC.

My mom's taking it to get repaired today by a family friend who happens to be a computer tech (Like...all our family friends are.). I kinda doubt he'll fix it because it needs a new power supply, and only my dad is enough of a pushover to give somebody something like that.

Ah well. I'm excited though, I can't wait to start scanning some of the things I've drawn traditionally, and start doing more digital work too. I also wanna install a new MMO that I might start playing with a friend. Wheee~

Also, I've tried out some new recipes and confirmed that they are delish. 8D [Yes, I bake.]

Honey Cake (From Winnie the Pooh greeting card)

3 C. flour
1 tsp. baking powder
1 tbs. cinnamon
1 tbs. baking soda
1/2 C. shortening
1 C. white sugar
3 eggs
3/4 C. honey
2 tsp. orange zest
1/2 C. plumped raisins
1 C. black coffee

In a large mixing bowl, sift flour, baking soda, cinnamon and baking powder.

In a separate bowl, cream together shortening and sugar. Gradually add the eggs one at a time, alternately with the honey.

To wet mixture, add dry ingredients alternately with the coffee. Do not overbeat.

Fold in zest and raisins.

Pour batter into greased 10" tube pan and bake for 1hr at 325°F or until a toothpick comes out clean.

Cool 30 minutes, and remove from pan to cool completely.


Apple Oatmeal Cookies

1 C. all-purpose flour
1 tsp. baking powder
1 tsp. ground cinnamon
1/2 tsp. salt
1/2 tsp. ground nutmeg
1/2 C. shortening
3/4 C. white sugar
2 eggs
1 C. rolled oats
1 C. diced and peeled apples
1 C. chopped walnuts

Preheat oven to 350°F

In a large bowl, cream together shortening and sugar. Beat in eggs until well blended.

Sift flour, baking powder, cinnamon, nutmeg and salt; stir into sugar mixture until well blended.

Fold in walnuts, apples and oats.

Drop dough by spoonfuls of about 2" onto ungreased baking sheets.

Bake for 12-15m, cool on wire racks.

IMPORTANT NOTICE: Bitchiness

Ookay...so apparently linking to one of my posts has gotten a lot of people to read my blog...always great to have new readers, but these are like, people MY age. Oh god.

Okay, so here's the rules. Read my blog, follow the rules. Otherwise I will kill you, and sing. Bwahahaha.

1. Don't quote one of my confessions from my 100 confessions and ask "is this true?!?!" Yes, it's fucking true, Captain Obvious.

2. I don't want to hear about anything I post on my blogs IRL. I know what I wrote, moron, I know better than you.

3. I'd appreciate it if you don't link my blog to people either I don't know or people I'm not on good/friendly/close terms with.

4. It's been less than a week and frankly I'm sick of people talking about my 100 confessions post, so drop it, okay? Be satisfied with the knowledge you gained, okay? (It feels nice to learn something, doesn't it? You twit.)

5. The next time somebody asks me what my blog is about, I'm going to kill a bunny. It's a personal fuckin' blog, get it? Yeah.

Lengthening the night...pushing back the dawn

This xkcd comic is one the sweetest and most brilliant things I have ever read. Sweet without cliche; that's hard to come by nowadays.

Confession Stand

Sorry guys. Removed because people are stupid.

A story of crabs

So, I have indefinite proof that my parents think I'm a complete retard.

To start, some background info: I am Chinese-Canadian (In case you didn't know...) and about 5 years ago, during a vacation trip to China with my family, I was extremely sensitive about eating animals that had been freshly slaughtered by a family member (chickens in particular), and my parents would always try to trick me into thinking it was bought dead. They remember this. However, I've gotten much less sensitive and bitchy about it over the years (as I try to be realistic).

On that note, Chinese supermarkets often sell live crabs so you can have it fresh.

TL;DR version: i r ex-PETA bitch/tree hugr n chinkz r inhumane 2 crabz.

Anyway, so my parents went to buy groceries while I was getting my haircut today, and when we got home I noticed there was a live crab in the sink (They usually die on their own after being left there for a while). A few hours later, I walk into the kitchen and see my father trying to pry the shell of the crab off.
Me: "Is it alive?"
Dad: "No no no, it's dead already."
Me: "But...it's moving..."
(Its legs are scrambling and its claws are flailing around)
Dad: "No, no it's not." *starts banging it against the table*
Me: "I don't really care, y'know."
Dad: "Oh. Well it's alive then."
Me: "Huh, not anymore."
Dad: "Actually, it usually doesn't die until we cook it."
Me: "WHAT! HOW WOULD YOU LIKE IT IF SOMEBODY DID THAT TO YOU?!"
Dad: "It's dead."

A red hot ceramic plate.

« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:41 PM):
you know what i'd like to see?
im 14 so obey >:0 says (10:41 PM):
wot
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:41 PM):
a ceramic plate being heated up so dangerously that it turns fucking red hot
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:41 PM):
and if you touch it the skin on your fingers fucking disintagrate
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:42 PM):
and its like a trickling effect and the rest of your hand starts to go into burning PAIN too and while you scream for help your fucking asshole friends bring you a bowl of salt and theyre like HAY STICK IT IN HERE IT'LL HELP
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:43 PM):
so because you're in such a state of bewilderness you listen to that assbag and you dunk your now half disintagrated hand into the bowl of salt
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:43 PM):
and you pull it out and start screaming at dog pitch levels
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:43 PM):
and you're still in too fucking much pain to kill the guy so you run around and you see a lemon
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:44 PM):
and BECAUSE you're in such a state of bewilderness you see a lemon and automatically think REFRESHING so you take the lemon juice from the fridge and release all its JUICY GOODNESS onto your bloody, burning hand
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:45 PM):
and now you're really in pain as your salty, slightly marinated hand is now SIZZLING AND BURNING AS IT SLOWLY DETERIORATES TO YOUR WRIST
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:45 PM):
and now you having nothing left but a fucking arm so now you start running around screaming in pain
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:45 PM):
and your mother who is now extremely annoyed calls a doctor who, after hearing your pitchy squeals on the phone agrees to make a house call
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:46 PM):
upon arrival, he duct tapes your mouth shut and examines what's left of your arm
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:46 PM):
which, is just about a stub from the elbow up
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:46 PM):
and he says ah! and he takes out his cleaning swabs
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:46 PM):
and as you struggle to get the alcohol away from your raw. bleeding flesh
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:46 PM):
he straps you onto the chair so now you're in a real fucking vulnerable position
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:47 PM):
and he slowly, ever so slowly dabs the alcohol swab on your wound
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:47 PM):
now you're screaming so fucking loudly that your mouth cavity actually opens up to such an unimaginable, unhuman size that the duct tape actually slowly peels off
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:47 PM):
and now the doctor and your mom arent disturbed anymore
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:48 PM):
but the local dogs are squealing in pain as your pitches start to form cracks in the glass in your display cabinet
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:48 PM):
and now your mom notices that her swarovski swan's head is starting to fall off so she sticks a shoe in your mouth and screams SHUT UP YOU'RE RUINING MY CRYSTALS
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:49 PM):
and now, gagged with a shoe in your mouth and your arm now completely gone and your shoulder starting to chip away
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:49 PM):
the doctor finally sighs and walks over to your mother
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:49 PM):
he shakes his head and leaves
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:49 PM):
your mom, now angry at the world just jumps out the first story window and runs away
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:50 PM):
and now you're gagged with half a shoulder and no left arm and there are salt particles in your raw flesh and alcohol stinging your eyes for some reason and just then your friend comes over
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:50 PM):
and he says hey, shut the fuck up and lets go party!
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:50 PM):
and you stop screaming.
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:50 PM):
your half shoulder starts to relax
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:50 PM):
the shoe falls out of your mouth
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:51 PM):
and your friend cuts the straps and with the duct tape still hanging off the side of your cheek
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:51 PM):
you nod and get into his car.
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:51 PM):
....
« λ υ я ο я α » says (10:51 PM):
anyway, i have a hot dog to eat. brb.