Master of Disater

Wait till you hear this,
After going on a pointless shopping trip with my sister in Canadian Superstore, I found the isle that most University Students live on. I don't know what the isle was called, but it had KD down it so I just assumed.
My sister persuaded me that mum would be in a tiff if I brought home an "Economic Size" box of KD, my mum might drown me in it. (For all those people that don't know me/ my family- My mother absolutely, with a burning passion you might as well call it religion, hates KD) So I got the next best thing...
KD in a cup!

I go home, not reading the instructions like I probably should have... It's KD, how hard could it be?
I open the lid, boil the kettle, pour the hot water into the cup and then it occurs to me!  I should read, more like take a brief glance at, the instructions. In small writing "Place in microwave on HIGH for 3 minutes"
Picking up the boiling hot cup of what promises to be a great snack, I place it in the microwave and wait. Time goes by, I open it up to check whats up and if its ready, nothing yet, just steaming. 3 minutes come around. Opening up the door, you're hit with this triple cheese smell of KD, wafting around the house, I breathe it in. It smells so good. I open my eyes to find...
DISASTER

KD has thrown up all over the interior of the Microwave. Cheese is dripping from all angles. The plate that I left it on is still TODAY tinted with a questionable yellow or orange hint of something. The colour never came out of it. The KD cup sat in the middle of this bombshell of shit innocently, waiting to be eaten. I'm standing there in shock going "...It was only three minutes..." when my sister comes down yelling at me to high heaven to get the "stank" out of her house (bitch don't even live there no more). I glance at the clock, it is almost the time my mum comes home from work. This pushes me father than shock, I swear I've never moved so fast in my life. Opening windows, cranking them open to gather a breeze to flush the house out with the wind, grabbing a paper towel I gather up the cheezy mess with only one sheet- glad we buy Bounty- and everything is spotless once again!

To this day, i'm not entirely sure that you should microwave KD in a cup... seems like its made out of toxins, so I essentially ate a mediocre form of KD, to which I will probably grow a foreign limb... but hey, I was hungry.

Till next time,

F.F

I'm a little obsessed right now...

So, the other day I was flicking through channels when a movie that I'd seen advertised but hasn't really paid attention to because there wasn't much "buzz" about it before appeared on the screen. My sister and I were looking for a movie to watch on a Friday night, you know because I haven't anything better to do with my evenings... (just you wait till I get back to Lethbridge!) and I thought, well why not try that movie? We found it on the pay per view, $7.00 might I add... Morning Glory. Before your head sinks into your hands in complete disapproval, your eyes roll and you exit this browser... WAIT
It was aight!
Rachel McAdams... brilliant as per usual. Harrison Ford best known for running around brandishing a gun that he never uses and a whip that isn't used to tame a single lion in his hit series Indiana Jones... has hung up the cowboy attire and instead uses his tongue to hurl insults at random, unexpected places through the movie, lending a hand in the comic relief which is given to a guy running around with weather vanes... you may be confused now... but just you wait! Some other woman is in it; I'm slightly tired and don't want to open another tab to google it: but she too, was good.

My point, (almost forgot it when I went on a rampage about movies) is that the song playing in the background for the trailer is Strip Me- Natasha Bedingfield.
Cannot. Stop. Listening. To. It. O. M. G.
Do what many people do when they get confused, don't know an answer and want one... googes it.

I'm out!
F.F

Almost There

Its around that time of year when summer comes to an abrupt halt, parks are left with the ominous swing swinging and everyone is locked away in an institiution of... wait for it.
Learning.

I have to admit, its not THAT drastic, but it sort of gives a feel to where I'm coming from. The weather gets crappy, it snows a lot, there are more car accidents, and we go to school. I'm actually excited to go back to school, not because I'm learning but because thats where my friends will be.

My thinly veiled excitement is piling up. I'm jealous as my younger sister Oweeba is moving down there to the College rather than University, tomorrow. I often ask myself why I cant be that lucky, but i'll have to wait my turn I guess. I feel like packing up my things now, but that's just silly talk as I still have a couple weeks left at home.
I cannot wait until I get back to the smell of puke, triple cheese KD and the stale taste of beer as it hangs in the air emitting a thick musk down the corridors of our residence. The good old times, essentially.
S'Rah and I have talked about what we' be doing the first day we'd be back. I mentioned something along the lines of paying for everything, getting it out of the way and then food shopping and completing several errands. S'Rah casually mentioned she'd be making one trip, can anyone guess where? The liquor store. I think that I'll have to pick up her breakfast sausages and feed her drunken stupor addiction this year, however this does promise to be fun!

The other night I was wondering, who will be there to help me pour scolding hot water into a cup of ridiculously unhealthy pasta added with the dried up cheese sauce that makes this meal oh so good? Ammi is off campus, along with Iz... Shaun just laughs at me and proves to be little help and Alyssa vanishes... where to, who knows? Room of Requirement? Perhaps.

My new room mate had better be up to the task as I most certainly am not.

Until next time,
F.F

The Truth About Facebook...

There really isn't much to it. I noticed that if you weren't playing "farmville" or weren't preoccupied with the drivel that many people call games... then it is a painful experience.
I stumbled across this when sitting in bed on Facebook deciding what to do with my day, just twiddling my thumbs as I do, when this thought came into my head. I'd sat for an hour and a half on Facebook doing literally nothing. No one is talking, no one is online, I'm not addicted the the farm life or to what ever other game that depicts living and taking care of some random woodland creatures, so really all Facebook is when you get down to it is the more patient counterpart of Twitter.

Twitter is the faster version of Facebook as you can upload stuff like pictures and videos, make "friends" with celebrities... You're also able to update your status every 3 minutes (or if you're a tad frantic like myself, a little more often on occasion) as our generation has to find something to post up on the internet that frequently because heaven forbid ,you miss a moment.

Facebook is for those who want to make a post about something every hour or even, less frequently. Shock, horror, I know. It's the laid back, relaxed version which I can spend about 3 minutes on before it looses my attention and I find something shiny which holds my attention longer. I rarely go onto facebook online anymore, as it comes to my phone. To get down to my point, I have a question. What is it about facebook that captures our generation in this odd, yest fascinating way?

Bad Beginning to a new year

Hi all,

The other day, I was lounging around the house with nothing to do with myself when I came upon this website. It was a movie site, and I thought to myself "F.F, why not watch a t.v show that you haven't seen in a while?"
As if reading my mind, the website popped up advertising for its new episodes that it had just got in! Pretty Little Liars was the first ad and I think I almost broke a key when I smacked on it before it vanished. Needless to say, I really wanted to watch PLL. I have caught up in the new season, which is 5 episodes deep at an hour each in one day, yes I do have that much free time. No judgments people.

Before you go all "What does she do with her life" on me, think back to when you wanted peace an quiet to watch a t.v show... then ruin that image with a dog, two teenagers and a never ending list of errands, and for kicks, throw in a mother that complains in your ear non stop about how you haven't done your chore. Seriously, University is looking like an expensive option to avoid the chores. *nasty look*

The next thing I came across, and you'll not believe it, Rizzoli and Isles! Its this cop show, and before you go "Omg, what cop show could probably be more interesting than CSI Miami..." Stop.
It. Is. Awesome!
One is a Dr. and one is a New York cop. I know right, original! And they run around with guns and scalpels after some weekly idiot ready to get arrested. Its quite enjoyable.

Yes, there is another one! It;s called Covert Affairs. Essentially, you might have already guessed by the "Covert" in the title, that it is to do with espionage, spies and the CIA. Like, come on. Which American t.v show wouldn't be complete without its own brand of spy stuff, take James Bond! Actually, he might have been English... Take Jason Bourne! He's running around doing cool shit, the only thing is; Covert Affairs has a woman who is the main spy, AND she does it all in heels. Quite commendable when you think about it. To all the men out there that think its easy, I say "Walk a mile in my shoes, then bring them back and tell me how you feel." Is essence, the man would be walking two miles, but who gives a damn?

Anyway, I have caught up in all three of these shows that I was watching last year, in under forty-eight hours; this is not going to be good for my school year. I'll tell you why just in case you haven't lived with me, or you know, for your general knowledge.
I love my shows, you don't come in the way of my shows. We watched Glee as a family together in C-Section, something that I deeply regret and will never do with more than 5 people, tops. Too many people, too much of a need to talk about random stuff that doesn't pertain to the subject matter, albeit "singing and dancing". I book time around my shows. If I miss a show, GTFO because I just got Frantic. I crawl up in my room with an inordinate amount of junk food and nom whilst I catch up. Interrupt me with something less important than a fire drill/alarm or life threatening emergency- be fully aware you'll face the consequences.

I'm rambling now, but I haven't had much to talk to you all about! I've also been quite busy promoting a friend of mine on youtube. Thought that you might wanna know what I'm up to!

Until next time, when my family doesn't need to use the internet to play COD online....

F.F

P.S....
"No matter how old you are, no matter how bad ass you think you are, if a toddler hand you their ringing toy phone... you answer it."

Browsing

I find this to be true

Thats me, the one in the middle... except she has a much smaller chest, is white, and has oddly shaped hair...

Amen to this!

Tragedy...