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Plants vs. Zombies vs. Mocha Chocolate Brownies

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Hey, friends!

I’ve been in Seattle for the past Reading week, not reading at all but playing Plants vs. Zombies on an iPad.

My sister recently got back from vacation to India. Even though she’s slightly neglected to show me any of her 2000 photos, she’s told me some great stories about her trip and hearing about her adventures made me realize one thing: how fortunate we are to live in a time when the world is at our fingertips. I’m talking about travelling.

Even this week I’ve been in a different country. Of course, I’ve been in email contact with a few people. (Oh right, that thing called Facebook too.) But, it’s strange hearing someone else say “when you get back in the country”. Like who am I? Some 30 year old business woman travelling abroad?

Seattle’s a beautiful city. After spending so much time in Vancouver I don’t think I can live in a city that isn’t at least somewhat surrounded by water. I guess I’m just realizing that I am no longer that little girl next door living in the suburbs. I live in a metropolis at the edge of the ocean. Kind of insane.

The other thing I’ve realized during my trip. I love food. I’ve probably eating a good half of a 13″ x 6″ pan of mocha chocolate brownies. There’s no need to tell you how dee-lish those were. The reason why they’re so addictive must be the slight dose of coffee (= caffeine) in them.Also recently discovered Limited Edition Haagen Dazs Banana Foster ice cream. If there are two reasons to get rich it would be to smother my children with toys from Fao Schwartz and eat Banana Foster ice cream day in and day out. And then of course pay my personal trainer so I don’t get morbidly obese.

So out of the plants vs. zombies vs. mocha chocolate brownie battle. Brownies always win.

Point of story. I love spending time with my sister and her BFF. Eating good food is a food good. Whatever that means. Marzipan rolls at Piroshky Piroshky. Mmm almond paste. Honestly, I could describe every day this week simply through food.

The past couple of weeks have been extremely intense. I wish everyone luck with midterms. I know last week was the most intense week I’ve had at university. I want to share my new amazing study spot but I fear all two of my readers might flock there and then I won’t get a table. The Forestry building is the nicest building interior by far on campus, if any one would like to know my vote. You know you’ve been there for too long (like 10 hours too long) when the cleaning staff start vacuuming. Oh, midterms so glad you’re over.

Madly trying to figure out summer plans. Cheerio!

Feels like -11° to me.

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Which is my way of saying it feels like home.

So far the best part of being home is the food. That should be no surprise. It’s basically the one thing all dorm residents are looking forward to. Cranberry shortbread cookies, brie cheese and salami. Yup, cold cut cured meat is what’s been filling my tummy. I’ve already been spoiled with some comfort food like callaloo. It tastes “soy good”, as my Totem neighbour would say. She’s obsessed with that milk. Not to mention my other friend from Vancity who’s been consuming chocolate milk as if her life depended on it, or at least as if it will improve her chances of meeting Mr. Darcy. Maybe someday.

Also note-worthy, I’ve returned to milk in bags. Not cartons. Oh the culture shock of life in Ontarioland!

I thought things would have felt really different once I returned here, as though they’ve changed more. But so far I’ve been pretty happy to loaf around, set up some holiday decorations, drive around town, and watch my favourite Christmas movies. My initial reaction at 1:30 a.m. was just excitement. I had to ask my parents if they changed the floors because I’ve been so used to see shaggy carpet and concrete tiling everywhere I forgot what hardwood looked like. Second thought: I am a giant. Since everything in rez is at least 4 feet high, id est my bed, my normal bed, desk, dresser, looks extremely short. It’s great, really. Et finalement, une toilette qu’on n’a pas besoin de s’accroupir. Haha! Yes, I went there.

I’m sure once the sibs return home I’ll have some crazy holiday antics to share with you all.

Cheers!

Why must pumpkin pie come once a year?

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I’m thinking we need to make this into a year-round food. Eggnog can stay at Christmas time. But I mean, pumpkin pie needs to come out more often.

I’m still alive. I do not feel as though I ate enough turkey. There is something wrong but still satisfying about that sentence. It’s late and this post isn’t really about anything, but I promised myself I’d post at least once a week.

Updates on life and thoughts du jour:

Warning: This is like massive A.D.H.D.

– Lesson of the week: always travel with your Driver’s license/I.D. with you everything. Because there are frat parties that require that stuff, which result in you having to crash a frat party or better yet – start your own frat party(!) and you don’t know when your (older, responsible) relatives will have one glass of wine and turn lobster red at Thanksgiving, may or may not requiring you to become the new designated driver.

– Crowd pumping is THE most awesome training process. Ever.

– Help feeding the homeless tomorrow

– Rounding up your floor to shout out “ohh ahhh” to a cheer you made up on the bus is a little more difficult than it seems.

– On that note, Day of the Longboat is AWESOME. Totally Harry-Potter-Going-Back-to-Hogwarts Awesome. Shout outs to anyone who just got that A Very Potter Musical Reference. High fives for anyone else who just (or is going) to YouTube that right now.

– Prank Wars are ON! Take that boys. Us, girls are way smart s-m-r-t so you better watch your backs. (Yes, that was intentional. My high school chem teacher always used that line).

– I still need rainboots! How am I surviving? I have no idea!

– I wish my substitute yoga teacher was my regular teacher – only difference one gives you face massages with organic lime orange cream. Yum. Not that I ate it or anything…

– Apparently alcohol is an excuse to hold hands and jump up and down on sofas and sing Katy Perry. But you don’t need it to jump on the bouncy bushes. You (nor I) really need it to do the first thing either. I just said it was an excuse.

– This is getting way longer than intitially intented…

– I love pie.

– I have actually started singing in the shower. All the girls on my floor are now like “So that’s who it is/was!”

– I am thankful for my 6th sense ability to wake up on the bus and SkyTrain the stop before I have to get off. Grilled Cheesus, thank you.

– Aw, what is happening to glee this season, guys?

– I didn’t believe my friend who told me that her friend told her the way to make new friends at university is to buy a ukelele and ask somebody how to teach you to play it. After having my neighbour teach me how to play the ukelele I have a new addition to my Christmas wish list. Right after Magic Bullet.

– I hope the Chinese food my grandma gave me, because she’s visiting town, is still in the lounge fridge when I get back tomorrow. Should not have said that aloud… on the internet.

– When life gives you lemons you got to eat them straight up. Pour some honey over them and that sore throat cold will go right away.

– combat boots + skinny girls = This equation makes no sense to me.

– This week’s goal: go stargazing, like actually this time. Not attempting to go and then getting distracted by the available piano in the ballroom for spontaneous jam session.

Sounds good? Schveeet.

More pictures and posts to come. Sweet dreams tout le monde and Happy Thanksgiving!