Events of the Day

1. I exercised. Later, mother complimented me (it was more of a mention, not necessarily a compliment) on my arm muscles. Like I was telling Caitlyn, I feared the bulk when I started working out but it was really nice to be recognized on my work! Lately, I've been feeling really slack with my exercise. I still do it but I drag my feet. It's especially bad because it's holidays so obviously I can actually take my time and sometimes I just sit down in my work out clothes for ages and procrastinate. It will be hell when uni gets back.

2. I went shopping for Lebanese pizza goods at IGA with Little Mishelle. I was appalled by what she suggested (eggplant which I'm pretty sure I'm mildly allergic to, SPINACH, tinned corn) but it ended up okay. Sadly, the sweet potato was not cooked (nearly at all) so I didn't enjoy that texture but overall, it was good. I also subjected her to watching Pride & Prejudice with me. I can't tell if she loved it or hated it. That one is tricky. Also, I KICKED HER ASS at Uno. Like a really bad ass kicking. She will probably bruise in the rumpus.

3. I watched six episodes of Downton Abbey (season one for anyone interested). God, it's good. I thought it would be shit from the five minutes I watched a couple of months ago because it involved not-so-attractive people and boring servants and I was like, "Man... Not hot people and snorey storylines? I'm outie." But then I was bored one night and it was one and it was MAGNETIC. I would describe it as a soap opera of early 1900s and it is juicy (like a ripe peach, my favourite stone fruit). There are sufficiently attractive people to appease me too (I make do with what I have, you guys should know this by now):

4. I got a call from my brother at 7pm (basically, when it's pitch black outside) that he had fallen asleep in the bus and ended up somewhere in A-Hole Heights... At first, I thought he was being chased/killed because the line was shaky and weird but it was probably because he was walking (or the general fear one gets when entering No-Man's Land AKA A-Hole Heights).

I had to pick him up. He has really been irritating me lately. I know this is nothing to really complain about and an honest mistake. He just frustrates me. The mess he makes, the lack of care. He has no care for money. He spends it too freely in my opinion. He bought a $100 kite last year and never used it and a $300 telescope. He tutors at uni and never even checks his pay. My dad ended up checking and told him he was being paid less than what was expected. His response? "I'm not doing it for the money. I'm doing it for resume packing." He's just idiot. It also annoys me because my parents have basically spoon-fed us since we were children. Perhaps it is hypocritical of me to thus think such things of him but I feel like I have a better grasp on the value of money.

J