Juice Before I Murdered Them

Yet another post about my craptastic roommates, and I know that some of you are going to be like “Pfft, whatever, it’s just juice” but I get more than a little pissed off when my stuff is opened and eaten without my knowing!

Yes this is about Juice. It wasn’t a typo in the title.

My parents came down to Ottawa to visit last weekend, as it’s March Break for most people in (not university) schooling, and they were nice enough to take me shopping at the local Metro (grocery store).

They bought me bread, they bought me ham and a variety of cheese, crackers, they also were smart enough to get me some heavy things, things that are more awkward to carry home.

Such as Milk and Juice.

Juice is something I love.

Other people are like “hey, I’ll have some milk and cookies.”

I am like “Hey, sure I’ll have some cookie–OHMYGOD! Is that JUICE?”

Juice lasts longer than milk, it comes in more flavours than milk, it comes in little boxes that DON’T have to be refrigerated, it is a part of my childhood that I have dragged, kicking and screaming, into adulthood.

While my friends were wasting money buying pop, I brought a number of juice boxes to school.

Because one juice box isn’t enough. Nope.

And my friends came to appreciate this, as I keep more than just two, on the not so off-chance I’ll be hanging out after school for longer than anticipated.

It wasn’t as odd as it sounds that they could ask, with some certainty that I would be able to deliver, if I had a juice box for them.

So my roommates OPENING (as in, it was sealed) and DRINKING (as in, I wasn’t the first to drink) about half of the 1.89L of MY JUICE (blood orange, if you’re wondering), just know that I am outraged.

Just about as outraged when I found that they had eaten all of my cheese.

I’m not sure what I’m more angry about, but I am pissed >:  (

And, if they eat all my cheese again on TOP of this, I am going to kill them.

Maybe after spiking all their food with laxatives.

Assholes…

I am just about ready to go to war with them at this point in time, and I will not be held responsible for damage to their food.

Doom shall come to those who come between me and my food…

They haven’t yet made moves against my meat (wow, that sounds vaguely sexual :S), and I am only going to say that they don’t because they don’t know if I’ll be using it for a meal or how long it has been in the fridge.

They certainly don’t pay attention to their own food… I had to, a couple of months ago, throw out a large Tupperware of sausages.

They were already white and fizzy, and were growing blue.

If they do ever eat my meat products (or more cheese, or more juice), then I am going to have a full on hissy fit.

A temper tantrum of epic proportions.

It will not be limited to expressing my anger through blog-form.

Oh, and if they ever tried stealing one of my jars of home-made salsa…

On a more cheerful (and less murderous) note, Mom and Dad seemed to have fun, staying Sat-Tues, and when I had to leave the to their own devices for a bit on Monday while I reviewed/studied, They went on a tour to the Parliament Buildings. I also ended up taking three showers in two days, as I took advantage of the saltwater pool at the Minto Suites my parents stayed at. I also ate spring rolls with plum sauce (that had wasabi mixed into it) that made me want to cry, as I’ve been eating more cafeteria food in an attempt to use up my meal plan.

To the family who reads this, I love you! To everyone else, I love you too! Just not as much as I love my family 😉

Bonus: Delicious foods and instructions to make delicious food, good for runners and “green smoothies” HERE

You can be the Mum, and I can be the Minion

Last night I spent a good couple of hours playing pirates/zombies with my sort-of niece Gabbie. (daughter of a cousin? What is this called? Second cousin?)

We played pirates for a while, and she pretended to ‘hide’ the ‘treasure’ (4 remotes and a stuffed monkey toy, and she mostly hid it with Lexy, who was trying to read a book) until I pretended to die.

It was a tragic affair, where she handed me a ‘sword’ the wrong way, accidentally stabbing me multiple times. (she kept trying to hand it to me the ‘right way’ so I wouldn’t be dead. That wouldn’t get me out of the game though)

“You’re not dead.”

“Yes I am, I’m very dead.”

“No, no, you’re NOT. You’re still a pirate. And you’re talking.”

“Well then I’m a zombie pirate.I’m still dead.” And then I tickled her.

And thus we then started to play Zombie.

I got out of the Pirate game though. There’s only so many times you can be surprised when she opens the ‘treasure chest’ and it’s ::le gasp!:: empty! So Zombies are a level up.

She ran from me for a bit, I caught her a number of times and tickled her, and eventually that made me turn her into a Zombie.

A four-year old makes an adorable Zombie. She also decided that pixie dust could bring people back to life, and this brought up a question.

Does that mean that pixies are the mortal fictional enemy for zombies?

Zombies Vs. Pixies everyone.

I think I mentioned, as we were turning other people into zombies, that I was gaining many Minions, a Minion army of zombie minions, and she stuck to the word.

To prove this, she woke me up this morning (at the ungodly hour of 11:00am) and asked me if we could play zombies again. She told me that “You can be the mum, and I can be the minion”

O_O;; …….. >__<

She’s too adorable.

To explain the Mum part, sometime last night she decided that I would be the Mum, since I was the Mum of all the Minions.

When she first called me Mum, I had a variety of reactions.

Me: “Did you just call me mum?” (um how?)<inner me<

Gabbie: “Yup!”

Sanity: I got nothing. ::shrugs::

Insanity: BWAHAHA! Teach the Minion to see me as a parent! Guarantee to COMPLETE and UTTER LOYALTY! Brilliant! ::lightning flashes in background::

Sanity writes that down. I decide to just go with it.

‘It’ being me being Mum, not the Minion part.

So I’m the Mum, and she’s the Minion.

Now she’s a Mummy. She’s just told me. (This morning, when she attacked me in my bed, she wrapped herself in my blankets, and I said she looked more like a mummy like that than a zombie. We may play Mummy today rather than Zombie. Great.)

But a new game means that we won’t be going around to each person in the house and making them a Minion again and again and again and again and again and again…. and again…

I know that I’m harping on about getting out of playing games with her, but I have a limited amount of patience that can be used towards playing pretend games when the 4-year-old I’m playing with keeps changing the rules of whichever game we’re playing. She’s fun and adorable, but while the adorable remains a constant, the fun is like a wave. Up and down……………. up down…………………………updown………….

::Sigh::

Lexy may also write about her experiences with Gabbie soon. Or this will get edited with more from her. We talked about doing a joint project, but seeing as how I’ll be in Ottawa, I think the closest it’ll be is me linking to her and her linking to me 😀

Lexy is HERE at goneforawalk.wordpress.com Will link later to anything pertaining to Gabbie and her creative games later.

I wish I could play…

Many things, actually.

I wish I could play guitar, I wish I had the enthusiasm needed to play soccer, I wish I could play hockey more, I wish I could play violin or any stringed instrument, I wish I could play the saxophone, I wish I could do many things, but one thing I keep getting back to would be piano.

Piano is awesome.

For those of you who read my post You Started It! You might have noticed that I had Daft Punk in there, and I will say now that one of my favourite songs that I still dork out to would be Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger, and I just had a thought about what it would sound like on piano.

As weird as that thought may be, I’m not the only one who thought it, and Many people on YouTube decided to put whatever piano talent they have to actually doing it.

I also checked out some of this guys other stuff, and I have to tell you that I’m still a huge fan of hearing songs done in piano–even if they are kind of odd thing to want to hear in piano, such as any of Daft Punks music or any other techno songs.

I’m sure someone’s heard the Mario theme song done in any number of instruments, but I always love hearing it on piano.

Piano, as it is today, could also be on what this guys uses (keyboard) and if you check this guys stuff out you will find that he has a Zelda song on there– I don’t play Zelda, I’ll get that out there right now.
Not saying that I don’t ever want to play it, but I’ve never had a chance to play it.

I don’t have that much gaming experience, though I love playing games. I like the stuff with plot a bit more than the “Here’s a gun, go shoot someone” games.

Anyway, in general I like game songs. I love the tunes in Tetris (which one of my friends recently told me is actually a German song–the lyrics that go to the tune are something about a virgin spinning under the moon or something like that? Someone correct me if I’m wrong), Mario can never go wrong, The songs in Fable are always fun, and any games that I end up kind-of playing (“What? What does this button do agai–AGH! Frig! Shoot!! Shoot damn you!!! Can you punch pixies? Really? It’s– AGAGH! LIGHTNING AT YOU you GNOME-THING!! LIGHTNING AT YOU!!!“) always have interesting music that at one point or another I will look up “+ piano”/”in piano” eventually.

Games are another thing I wish I could play. More often and more well/ be better at them as well. 😐

But Piano is cool. I wish I had been signed up for some sort of musical tutorial in piano when I was younger in one of those ways that I also wish I had stayed in French emersion and became better at French, and in ways that people could wish to go back in tie and do something over again, if only to be better at it this next time (Hello high school math? I’m back to kick your a$$. All Science and Physics, I’ll deal with you in a moment.) It’s mesmerizing watching the hands, and it’s so interesting hearing the differences.

*sigh*

Do you have anything you wish you could play?