Chocolate Makes Me Irrational.

When  I opened my door this morning, I was pleasantly surprised by a little baggie of Valentine's Day chocolate hanging from the nob. It had no tag on it, and I know you're not supposed to take candy from strangers, but I'm a sucker for free sweets.

At first I was pretty sure it was from the RAs. We do, after all, have very thoughtful RAs here.

Then I ate the first piece of chocolate:

Livi: Mmmmmm.... maybe it's from one of my friends!

Second piece of chocolate:

Livi: Mmmmmm.... maybe it's from that cute boy I met last week!

Third piece of chocolate:

Livi: Mmmmmm.... maybe it's from Brad Pitt!

Several chocolates later:

Livi: Oh yeah. It's so from Brad Pitt.

Happy Valentines Day! Oh and here's a life sized chocolate Brad Pitt. Because the only thing that could be more delicious is a chocolate Gerard Butler.

Is this Post Strange? Probably.

I love statistics. They make me feel powerful.

For instance:

Ten percent of all car theives are left handed. All polar bears are left handed. What's the probability that a polar bear just stole your car? Do you know? I know.

BAM. Unstoppable.


A total of 4000 cans are opened around the world every second. Ten babies are conceived around the world every second. When you open a can, what is the chance that you just became pregnant? Do you know? I know.

BAM. All knowing.

Last Question: What is the probability you just read this post? Do you know? I know.

BAM. I am the god of Statistics. Those who disagree have a high probability of getting struck by lightning in the next ten seconds. ;) 

My Feelings On Shakespeare.

First of all, I agree that the man had significant talent and wrote some decent material.

I like reading his plays and sonnets too. I just don't like writing essays on them. I mean, come on. His works have been around since the Elizabethan Era. I'm pretty sure any original material on his life and his writings has long since been used up. People have even considered the possibility that Elvis was abducted by aliens, entered a time warp, and wrote these plays under the pen name Shakespeare.

I hate rehashing the old theories, especially when the essay topic is "Discuss the importance of structure in Shakespeare's Sonnet 12". Seriously! How on earth am I supposed to make that even remotely interesting?!

I wouldn't have had this problem if Shakespeare had given up writing and decided to be a plumber. Sure it would have been a blow to Western culture and the English-speaking world as we know it, but I wouldn't have to write so many damn essays.

Of course, the fifteen hundreds weren't known for their love of indoor plumbing. If Shakespeare had been a plumber, he'd probably have been destitute.

Super What Now?

My family has never been much for televised sports. Oh sure, we watch the Olympics. And try to get me away from the TV when Paul Tingley or the Brazilian soccer players are on.

But in general, no. So it's not totally my fault that I got as far as grade eight not knowing exactly what the Superbowl was. My friend OB was appalled.

OB: So, you gonna watch the Superbowl?

Livi: Nah, I don't think so.

OB: What?! Why not?!

Livi: *dead serious* I'm not really one for televised bowling.

OB: You're joking, right?

Livi: Nope. Really doesn't interest me. I don't even like regular bowling all that much.

OB: We can't be friends anymore. *walks away*

Sad. But true. Thankfully I have since been enlightened. This year I cheered for the Packers, mostly because I have actually been to Green Bay Wisconsin. And their fans wear cheese on their heads. Enough said.

ps: They won! :D

Bullshit! Ten Points from Gryffindor!

Shall we talk Snape?

I love him. I would marry him in a heartbeat and bake him cookies
shaped like Harry Potter so he could act out many tiny deaths as he ate them. That is how I love him and his Snapey-ness. *sighs in a fan-girl fashion*

Snape and I:



This is my masterpiece.

Thanks to MC for inspiring this through our crazy e-mails! Which seem to happen when we are both supposed to be studying...

Snow-pocalypse!

That storm I mentioned finally hit, so Dal cancelled classes this afternoon. And what did I do with my free time? Learn a second language? Practice an instrument? Study for my bio midterm?

Hell no! By now you should know that I never do anything totally constructive if I can find an excuse to do something fun. Except baking. But then I get to eat the constructive results. Not so much with homework.

Anyway, I bundled up as though the world would end encased in ice and I hoped to be the last survivor. Then I made the long, arduous journey across the South end of Halifax to the SMU campus, where I met up with MC, YM and LL.

We were planning to build a snowman, but it wasn't packing snow, so we ended up with a snow-pile instead.





His name is Theodore.

YM: He's cute!

MC: He's amazing!

Livi: . . .He's . . .something.

*Everyone glares at Livi*

Livi: No no, I meant a good something, like "Hey, he's something alright. Something good."

Ahhh, so much fun! :)

Quit Denying This Disaster.

We have a HUGE snowstorm on the way today! On the scale of white Juan, if that means anything to you. If not... well, it's huge. As in oh, I don't know...30-40 cm of snow in 24 hours!

But the university decided to stay open today until the weather turns, so we will all be snowed in and they can make lots of money off the stranded students. It's clearly another conspiracy.

As always I blame aliens. Or spiders. Or peas. Or spider-aliens who love peas *shudder*. Could something so horrible exist?! Luckily, under the covers = invincible, so they won't get me while I sleep. I may suffocate, but I will be safe from monsters.

On the bright side though, there will be much snowing and perhaps tomorrow they will shut it down at last! *crosses fingers*