Pfft, Ramsey is a joke. He's not a particularly good cook, and his only hook is being VERY VERY ANGRY AND VERY ****ING AGGRESSIVE! If you want to see a really good (well...interesting) British chef, then look up some of Heston Blumenthal's shows.
If Ramsey was a fantasic cook im sure he'd have stayed in the kitchen, rather than become whatever the hell he thinks he is. Great chiefs stay in the kitchen and work to the bone, not complain about how the rest of the world goes at it. Edit - I hate having to drink bad coffee blend, which i'm doing right now.
Ugh, another thing to be sad about. My Nan's brother had an operation, and the doctors screwed up. He then had only about 50% use of his lungs, and now he's come down very ill. This was supposed to improve his quality of life...now they've bedridden him. He's apparently lost so much weight he's skeletal. My nan is beside herself. He's been a great brother to her, buying her gifts and talking about how they'll go for days out in London and look up where Granddad lived and stuff. They've both lost their husbands/wives and so this would've been the time for them to stick together...but things aren't looking good. It's so sad, and unfair. Neglegence from the hospital has now threatened his life quite severely and my nan has done too much crying already. This just isn't right.
I'm so sorry about that, Ashleigh. I hope there's still chance for him to get better! I sometimes used to go walking with a dog that belongs to an older couple, and the last weeks the husband had been in the hospital because he had fallen several times (he's practically blind) and also had a problem with his lungs. Then we heard he was in a coma and today his daughter phoned to tell us he had passed away. I didn't know him very well but I'm just really really sad.
Much as I like Dickens, having to shove down the majority of Great Expectations in just a few days so I can do a project on it is not fun. Dickens is like rice pudding - he's great in small increments over a large amount of time, but too much at once makes me feel sick.
I have the wonders of a five-hour exam tomorrow morning. 9-2. Going to bed now to be ready for it. Definitely not happy with it.
What exam is it, Dante? This is the light in my kitchen at the moment: There always seems to be something breaking in this bloody house.
Oh don't say that! We've covered up the light switch so that no one turns it on by accident. That might make it worse...
I dunno. It's always been a bit loose, but that extent is a new development. I'm not sure how long it's been like that, but it must have been some time tonight.
We have a tornado warning (scheduled NOWHERE NEAR US, may I add), and as usual, even though they're always false alarms (have been for all my 15 years; many tornado warnings, not 1 tornado, thank God! ) my siblings are freaking out. They think every tornado warning is the movie Twister.
^ I would prefer that over Twister.... or anything except my siblings freaking out..... I know I can't blame them; they're young and I remember being scared when I was young, too..... but it does get on your nerves.
Thanks Eoz. I tried a punching bag, but nothing worked. Today I am more upset than anything over it. How dare she say my daughter did what she said. It is a blatant lie and she knows it. I think it is worse when it is a family member and you have to see them daily in your children's classroom because your children share a classroom. I can't escape the fat lump of ****. It's gotten to the point I've had Dan taking my son to school because I just needed a break from her rubbish, and the one day I go to pick my son up, I got more rubbish. Except this time, it was her saying my daughter KILLED her chickens, which she did ****ing NOT! The fat lump of garbage got rid of ALL OF THEM because they weren't laying eggs every day and she didn't want to keep buying them food, because she had to keep buying eggs up town. That is why she has no chooks anymore. ****ing fat lump of dog****. On another note, I am also really angry that a friend is once again being victimised. It's not on.
Jeez, Tor, that's insane! I can't blame you for being so furious, I would definitely rip that woman a new one if I were in your position. That's ridiculous.
I am sorry Tor. My nephew's teacher called him out of class and basically called him a liar to his face. Just because he tried to go outside at lunch because he was getting overwhelmed in the cafeteria (it is in his individual education plan for his disabilities that he can do that so he doesn't freak out) and the teacher sent him back inside and Collin told his parents on his teacher. I don't know why some people are so mean to children. I don't know why they just decide some kids are good and some are bad and won't see reason. Tell that lady to shove those dead chickens down her fat throat.
When I still went to a public school, I once had a teacher that thought I was lying ALL the time. And then she'd call me in front of the class and be mad at me (for no reason) while my head was as red as a tomato and I had to do my very best not to cry... Yeah, I hate teachers like that. I'm not happy because my little sister has chickenpox... she's not feeling too bad, really, but it just itches enormously. She better sees that she doesn't become a scarface like me.
It looks like I'm getting demoted on Saturdays at work. I hope they realize that we're simply understaffed for that day and that replacing me won't help stats. I'm sure they'll figure it out...
I over-slept by 45 mins this morning and almost missed my final. In my mad dash to class, I locked my keys in the ignition. No worries, I keep a wire hanger in the bed of the truck for such an issue. However, its been used a few times and now lacks the rigidity needed for the job. I found an alternative method that uses the radio antenna. Awesome, except that my antenna is missing. I have another final in 3 hours.