Yeah, whatever; I totally win. I'm not even sure what the competition /is/ anymore, but I'm totally a winner. My Mom told me so. Then again, she also said I was a princess and sometimes called me her little pumpkin and I'm fairly certain I'm neither of those things. Whatever; I still win.

Today I really like Sarah Harmer. I can't find the one that's been on repeat all day, but this one's pretty good too. Also, enjoy the random pictures provided by... someone on youtube.





But if you can, go find Tether. It's my favourite.



I also like sushi. I will be having sushi tonight. Sushi in the company of a good friend who swears and drinks like a fish, and regularly self-medicates, and is depressed, and messed up, and has sex, and is fully accepting of the notion that he will never, ever live up to the religious ideals he values and strives to attain, and is brutally honest about his failings. In other words, a real person, a good person. I really like these. Really, really.

I'm pretty sure that all competitions are decided by the people who finish first, and so since I posted first I win. All competitions.

Speaking of which, I like that I'm going to be in Quebec at the same time as maybe the Habs are in the playoffs still. So, I'm asking you to like the Habs, and cheer your faces off so that I get to be surrounded by some crazy excited Francophones.

Plus, wheat crunch - how awesome is wheat crunch? Grade 5 lunchbox awesome, that's how awesome.

And, as the worst vegan ever, I am excited about marshmallows in hot chocolate for this dreary quiet snowed-in weather. I didn't buy them, and they'd get thrown out if I didn't eat them. So I think, in fact, it is my moral duty to eat marshmallows until I am so sick and sugar high my stomach hurts.

And yes, delicious tofu dinner parties here we come.

Oooo, oooo! I forgot. I also really like fancy dinner parties involving a huge variety of tofu dishes. Sarah and I are planning such a party sometime this summer. You are probably invited so long as you own a tuxedo or a fabulous gown. These will be required.

I like competition and so I am catching up.

First I will clear the air with some things I don't like. I really don't like sociology textbooks. They're just... bad. And boring and mostly a massive waste of time. I have now read 330 pages of "Social Problems in a Diverse Society" and I kind of want to bore out my eyes with this pencil. Listen up kids: please, please, please take your 100 level requirements in your first year. Do not forget about them and be forced to care about this crap in your final semester of your last year. Trust me; it doesn't work out well.

I am also not much a fan of stupid boys with peter pan syndrome. Grow up folks. Seriously. Stop making the people I love sad.

I also disapprove of winter in spring. I am not a big winter person. I hate trudging through snow and I don't deal well with cold. I have no trouble with winter as long as I can stay indoors throughout, but this is rarely possible. Today however was acceptable as I spent the whole time snuggled inside, drinking coconut tea in my giant fuzzy sweats.


That out of the way, on to things I like. Things I like are plenty. I really like licorice. I haven't had licorice in ages, but I purchased some a few days ago on a whim and now I can't stop eating it. I was also excited to discover that it now comes in lots of flavours: grape, watermelon, lemon, green apple. Of course, classic strawberry will always have my heart.

I also really like volunteering. In addition to providing that fabulous warm and fuzzy feeling in my mushy gushy parts, I am lucky enough to volunteer with absolutely fascinating and totally hilarious seniors who are phenomenally entertaining. Little Esther just got back from a Caribbean cruise and so we were all regaled with stories of her poolside adventures. Mostly all she talked about is how fat people are and how amazed she is that they would ever wear bathing suits willingly. "Don't they ever look in a mirror before they leave their rooms? Honestly, do they think that's attractive?" And then there's Maria who is in her late 80s and can sleep anywhere. She likes to come to classes but doesn't actually participate in the art herself. We try to get her involved, but whenever we suggest she give it a shot she scrunches up her face and says in her very heavy accent (which none of us have managed to successfully identify) "Nnnnoooo. You do it!" And then there is Clarence. He's also in his late 80s and hilariously self-deprecating about everything he does, while at the same time producing amazing work. He announced this weekend that he will be away for two weeks in the summer on a canoe trip in the Yukon. He's almost 90!

I really like old pictures. Yesterday my Father, sisters and I went through the old photos my Dad brought back from my Grandmother's home after she died. Boxes of pictures of my father and our uncles ranging from his newborn pictures to fabulous shots of him in awesome 70s plaid trousers, and giant glasses, with bad hair. It was amazing and sad. I like pictures.

I also like my cat. It occurred to me that I have been her adoptive mom for two years now. She spent most of the afternoon snuggled on my lap, leaving when necessary to grab food and water, then returning to the nook of my arm. And purring and purring and purring...

And, fortuitously, I also quite like Sarah. And I love bad crime novels when in combination with Sarah. And so this summer will involve lots of Susan Evanovich and Kinsey Milhone adventures and likely a fair bit of penny candy and lots of mutual girlfriend support.

It is nearly the summer, and I am prepared to say with a fair degree of certainty that I do not like metaphysics. I'm pretty sure I won't like symbolic logic either.

But, I don't like lots of stuff, and this blog is fun because I get to remember (though apparently with very poor frequency) stuff I really do like, and remembering stuff I'm excited about has been happening a fair bit lately.

I know it's a little shocking outside, what with the 3 feet of freshly fallen snow and the horrifying car accidents, but I like the weather. If you forget that it's April and think of snowy weather, this is pretty much perfect. You couldn't ask for better snowy weather. It's mild out, the snow packs perfectly, it makes everything hushed and pristine. It's certainly better than the dismal, dusty scene that greeted us last week. The dry bits of spring before things grow always make every city look like the worst kind of decayed urban wasteland. I like the snow. If I have my way, this will melt straight into green and flowers, keeping the dust as fertile mud until something pops out.

Also, I like adventures. And soon I'll be having one.

I like writing, and I'll be doing a bunch of that this summer. May is national novel writing month, and while I doubt I'll finish a novel, I do intend to get the first part of a lifelong-conversation-piece-perpetual-labour finished, so I can talk about it at parties when I turn out to be a nurse or something. "I deliver babies, but what I really want is more time to work on my novel."

I like running. I went back yesterday, and have decided this is the week to bite the bullet of recent inactivity, and start again. It's a pain in the ass to go back, having been stronger and faster than ever before, now slower and wheezy, but I'm doin it. Cause a week of that and it'll feel like awesome again.

I like the piano, and there is one in my house.

I like trains, and I think I get to go on one.

I like Laura, too, and I will be seeing an awful lot of her this summer, so she can pacify me, and we can finish some kind of awesome bad crime series.