These are the things I have accomplished between leaving Vancouver and getting back here within a two month period:

--felt comfortable enough to go to a shop (like, not very far, but stilllll) by myself (big accomplishment)
--felt comfortable enough to play some Resident Evil (I get too freaked out while playing fps games where things come out of nowhere)
--did actual housework (dishes, picking up things to put away, cleaned the kitchen, picked up groceries, laundry) with no qualms (I's a good housewife)
--did SOME cooking (I am still scared to use gas stoves...)
--felt comfortable to talk to Fyndir's mum while drinking wine
--did some more clay pigeon shooting (did the shittiest out of the lot of people who had more practice than I, except for one, who had as much shooting practice as I did, but still shot one more than I did)
--learned how to cast and reel (first time basically fishing)
--did some form of walking
--took lots of photos
--first time having to stay overnight at a hospital with an IV
--ate lots more fruit than I normally would, as well as drank as much water in the span of two weeks than i have in a year
--felt like I lost weight since I got sick and couldn't eat more than the amount of a small meal or drink anything but water for two weeks or so
--managed to burn my upper lip while doing flaming sambuka shots (the glass was still blistering hot when I took one out of 6 shots)
--even though I didn't drink a lot of coffee, I didn't go through caffeine withdrawl. HUZZAH
--watched more (quality) TV than I have in ages
--watched Shrek The Third so many times that I can start reciting lines as they come by.
--managing to be out of any house/tent/teepee (I have slept in one, but that's another story for another day)/cabin/flat for more than 24 hours
--gathering up a hate for Air Canada and Pearson Airport
--beating Dragonforce on Medium
--had the best time of my life

I think that's about it, but still. I felt like I did a lot.

Worst set of flights ever. Took me more than 24 hours to get from Glasgow to Vancouver.

Never again will I travel through Toronto Pearson.

Curse you. Curse.
You.

And I miss Fyndir. :(

Just came back from the hospital after two days/two nights of barfing, inability to swallow anything, and basically being hooked up to an IV.

Means I can't work for a bit when I get home to Vancouver. LOL. Oh well.

NHS rocks. Better than Canada by far.

Oh yes, it wasn't strep throat or tonsillitis or a cold--it's glandular fever. WOOHOO.

I think I got either strep throat or tonsillitis. Have had it for several days. Haven't eaten much since it's painful to swallow for most of the time (2 advil and some Halls do wonders, no pain atm, just sweating like a mule).

Not a very happy camper.

At least I got Fyndir being my hero by fetching me things and giving me hugs.

Thanks, love.

Can I get sympathy kthx

Will have somewhat normal internet access by Monday at the latest.

Not coming home to Canada until April.

lulz.

People worrying about me.

Fyndir and I have come up with possibly one of the best drinking games ever.

You'll need the following:

One sober person
A lot of alcohol (doesn't matter what kind, just as long as you don't mind drinking lots of it)
Access to shows through On Demand/Tivo/DVD, as long as it can be rewound so you can catch the tidbits, and have a lot of shows to watch
Shows acceptable to this game: The F-Word, Kitchen Nightmares, Jamie at Home
One person willing to get absolutely plastered by the end of one episode

Person willing to get drunk will take a shot/gulp (if you're drinking beer/cider) when the following words have been spoken by the respected hosts:

Fuck (if said by Gordon Ramsay)
Olive oil (if said by Jamie Oliver)

Guaranteed lulz if you can manage to get a shot in if Jamie says "big oil", or just "oil".

We rock.

Yeah, so me and Fyndir bought GH3 for the Wii, and he's been playing the online version a bit to show off his mad medium skillz to those who decide to face him for the challenge and prestige.

So we were playing tonight, me just being all relaxed and shit, and he beats the fucking game faster than I have, even though I had it prior to coming over here (lulz, fucking Metallica and Slayer can suck my balls). So we got TTFAF, finally, for the lulz.

I beat it on Medium, because I'm a fucking coward, and so we decide that if we get a one-on-one battle mode, we'd test out how hardcore people are to play it, and to amuse ourselves, since we're the king/queen of awesomeness.

So we get online, someone gets online to challenge us for one song. They pick to play Expert, we play on Medium. We get this HORRIFICALLY EVIL SCHEMING FACE!!!!! and decide to be really really really mean and set it to TTFAF for our own personal lulz.

I get handed the guitar, we play for what was about 3 seconds before we vanquished the challenger, amongst hilariously loud 4 am (I think it was around then, my sense of time has been radically eroded and I've drank a lot, lul) giggles as we point and laugh at the fact that I won with a 4-note streak.

And uh, we kept laughing. And laughing. And laughing. And we tried playing TTFAF on expert but we sucked horribly (like, got to 1% past:D:D:D:D).

So yeah, and I may have gotten pretty drunk. Sitting on the floor is comfy.

K OKTHANKSBYE.

megalulz

I've had trouble staying asleep for the past few days, except for yesterday, when I went to sleep around 9:45, and woke up around 3 in the afternoon.

It's nearly 6:15 in the morning--I've been reading for hours, listening to Fyndir sleep. I'm so mean by waking him up every so often, but you know, I'm cruel like that. :)

Why am I not tired?

Oh well, I've been craving really REALLY REALLY greasy meat for the last few hours, I don't know why. Maybe because we didn't have dinner last night (a very late lunch comprised of Tesco's chicken and mushroom pies and some M&S ultimate mash, um num num), so my eating schedule is getting out of whack--not like it has been ever since I started working at the coffee shop. Y'know.

I WANT GREASY TURKEY LEGS NICE AND PIPING HOT, WITH THE FLESH READY TO FALL OFF THE BONE. OR SOME CHICKEN SCHNITZEL, WHICHEVER CAN BE OFFERED TO ME IMMEDIATELY.

You peons, treat me with respect. I demand meat, and not from the pelvic area kthxbai.

And happy Valentine's Day. I may have the best plans for it since ever:

staying at home with my beloved and eating like a pig whilst getting drunk. YAY!

And maybe some unfage later. >_> I mean what.

Oh yes, this is also being typed from below the surface of a river, with being parapalegic.

I'M DEAD.

woo. And I got to go to the corner shop ALL BY MYSELF! :O

Yay!

So my flight(s) over were fine, got rows to myself (yay, must have been superstinky :D), no problem with being late and/or running like the wind to make it to my gates in time. Like last time.

And didn't lose my luggage. Like last time.

All in all, everything's been going great.

And looks like i have to go grab pizza bye.

edited to add: Moosepenis. And that we changed one of Gerard Butler's roles to Leading Semen on Wiki, but it got taken down. Saddddddddddddddddddface. And that I may be drunk.

THAT IS UP FOR YOU TO DECIDE, NEWGROUNDS, AS I SIT HERE ALL SEXILY, BUT YOU CAN'T SEE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHA.

I'm cooler than that piece of shit Nelson Muntz.

Few days off of work. YAY!

Big TV is up and running, therefore, GH! YAY! AND DVD! YAY!

Dying my hair! Yay! Amazing how fast one's hair can grow in a month.

Had an awesome night's sleep! YAY!

Did my laundry! YAY!

Yeah. Only bad thing is Fyndir won't tell me what his countdown is for. He told me he'd tell me the day before the end of it. BUT HE HASN'T! THE BASTARD.

Oh well. No Valentine's Day gift for him--it won't get there in time. OH WELL.

Edit: There is a Valentine's Day gift, and it will be there in time. Along with possibly THE BEST EVER birthday card. :D