Since the Queen was in Ottawa and I wasn’t, I watched her on TV. I didn’t watch very long because, well, with Canada being bilingual everything gets said twice and for whatever reason, when the French parts came on, they had some English chick speaking over whoever was talking. For me it was like hearing it three times. Also kind of funny, the Queen of England speaks French much better than our Prime Minister. Who in my opinion is a George-Bush-ass-kissing idiot. (I didn’t vote for him.) My parents sought to excuse his sad French saying that the Queen had longer to learn. Whatever... she lives in England, an English country. THE English country. That’s my stance on that.
Otherwise, I watched a little bit of The Barenaked Ladies on TV. I personally like them. One Week is a good song. My mom referred to them as “the naked people”. They were in fact clothed. I don’t think I would have watched otherwise. Their name is very misleading. They are neither naked nor female.
We also had fireworks. I was too lazy to drag my ass out to the waterfront so I watched them from my bedroom window. There are many pluses to this. For instance: it was freezing today, no mosquitoes or shadflies, no parking problems, no waiting outside. I just waited for the loud bang and looked out the window for about 15 minutes. I also didn’t want to go down to the waterfront because for over an hour of trouble, fifteen minutes of fireworks really isn’t enough. I urge our mayor to consider this.
Otherwise, I watched a little bit of The Barenaked Ladies on TV. I personally like them. One Week is a good song. My mom referred to them as “the naked people”. They were in fact clothed. I don’t think I would have watched otherwise. Their name is very misleading. They are neither naked nor female.
We also had fireworks. I was too lazy to drag my ass out to the waterfront so I watched them from my bedroom window. There are many pluses to this. For instance: it was freezing today, no mosquitoes or shadflies, no parking problems, no waiting outside. I just waited for the loud bang and looked out the window for about 15 minutes. I also didn’t want to go down to the waterfront because for over an hour of trouble, fifteen minutes of fireworks really isn’t enough. I urge our mayor to consider this.
What else... well, I baked a cake. My mom randomly came up to me today and told me I was making dessert. Since we really only had the basic ingredients, I made a really basic cake. Oddly, it was more challenging to make. It required the use of nearly every bowl in the kitchen. Most instructions ended in “place in separate bowl and let sit.” We my mother and I) then had to improvise the icing due to a miscommunication, store closures and an inability to read. My mother whipped up a semi-sweet chocolate substitute and told me to throw in cream cheese. I just let her take care of that. All went well. I iced my cake, we ate it, success!
I now have to ice all future cakes my mother makes. She hates doing it and I do it well... why does that sound like something Helen would say?
Lauren.
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