Just before I entered high school, we moved into our dream house my dad had built for us north of Toronto. He'd built in a space for a sauna. When we moved in, the sauna wasn't finished, but we said we'd finish it when we get settled. I lived in that house for twelve years and we never finished the sauna. It was just a storage room the whole time I was there.
I keep moaning because I bought my own apartment a few months ago (first buy), and my boyfriend currently has a mortgage with his sister which still has 2 years left on it. I moan because we have to keep moving our stuff in between the houses depending on where we stay. I literally need to remind myself how lucky I am to have my own (lovely, amazing) pad in my early twenties (I'm making the most of 'early' because it's 25 and 'mid' next year). First world problems. Need to remember to be grateful and proud of what I have, right now!
No you don't, you can be just as cranky and cantankerous as the rest of us. I've been in my house ten years, and I know the people next door and the people across the street... That's it. I know no one else on my block. I don't even make nice with my own family.
So I took a spelling quiz on the internet, because why not, I'm a smart arse (got one wrong and was massively pissed off, it was the penultimate question as well), then on the little end bit, it asked me if I was a "shoo-in" for the spelling bee* at school. So I laughed at the quiz, because I hate incorrect phrases (deep-seeded, etc.) and "haha, they're asking me about spelling but they don't know it's supposed to be shoe-in!" Then I realised that I couldn't remember what that phrase actually meant, so I googled it. Then it turned out I was the numpty. I was wrong twice in less than a minute! I'M NOT ALLOWED TO BE WRONG! I HATE BEING WRONG! *which I'm not sure we have in the UK, as I never came across one in all my years at school
Depends on the city and the neighborhood in that city. Each neighborhood is its own microcosm. In L.A. it can vary from block to block, or by apartment building. The neighborhood where I live now is friendly and welcoming, with people inviting each other to BBQs and neighbors saying hello when they're out walking and knowing each other's pets. The neighborhood before that, no one talked to each other.
Headphones and head nodding is how I deal with the chipper social bastards. Appear as boring as humanly possible and most Americans will leave you alone. That's a trade secret though, so tell no one.
Haha, awesome. Now I'll know how to survive. But for now I'm ok in my introverts' paradise where eye contact, small talk, and smiling are considered suspicious behavior, and silent doesn't equal cantankerous.
I made some jelly/jello last night. I come to look at it this morning, and it still hasn't fully set! WTF? 12 hours isn't enough?!
Too much water, or not enough gelatine, or too much acid. You could just address some more gelatine and a see if that makes it set ETA - “add some more gelatine”, not “address”. Fking autocorrect.
I didn't add anything, and I followed the instructions exactly. Made it in a measuring jug. It set well on the top half, but the rest hasn't. Just checked it again, and it's still half fluid! ETA: I'd put it in the freezer, but I don't have one. No ice cream for me as a result.
I really don't like passive-aggressive comments about not reaching reception when I answer the phone. I'm the only receptionist at the school and admin is on a different floor. I can only take one phone line at a time and it's not always a simple delegation.
And a lot of them start the day as idiots too, it's just a matter of figuring out which ones are worth waking up to deal within before their brains kick out...
Mornings are the worst of it because on top of the ongoing stuff is the influx of sick/last minute absence calls. Plus parents with questions right now because it's the start of the school year.
The end of my silly season (i'm a beach officer) is the start of yours - with the little blighters back at school I'll no longer have to deal with things like "there was weed in the sea and it frightened my child" yeah its called seaweed for a reason "my child tried to climb up the sea wall but fell off there should be signs warning bout this" and my personal favourite "The beach was much bigger in the morning than it was in the afternoon.."
I find it quite disheartening that 'torture porn' has become the new Horror. While body horror can be scary when written effectively, it is a bit excessive to do it in such a way that makes it so bland and tasteless when given too much focus on the act, more so that the twisted mind behind it. I have been thinking about this since I found out in the Horror Movie subforum on Fet, where somebody mentioned a guy that writes that type of simplistic wanton stuff. Suppose the 'new' Horror is more about being OTT, and less about being chilling and terrifying. (SMH)
The phrase less is more seems to be forgotten about these days. Now it's more is more, and more is better.
My bf's family live near Woolacombe beach and the number of tourists who don't pay attention to their surroundings on roads is mind-blowing. Let's just say, I think it's parents as much as the boys themselves that drove William Golding to write Lord of the Flies
Pretty much how I feel about the whole ultra-hot chili peppers thing. I enjoy a nice spicy chili or curry, but these guys showing off with peppers that will actually raise blisters or cause temporary hearing loss? Vaping chilis? No.
Just like Phaal Curry. Who the fuck wants to eat Indian black lava for dinner when I can eat some mildly spicy Japanese Curry? This is a useless fact: The Chefs wear gas masks when they cook Phaal Curry.
