Delusion-Elle

Today's blog entry will be a very random one as I added stuff to be added throughout the day while I was trying to study (and failing at it). I think I only started studying really at 7PM. D:

Today I found out that Carey Price has been trying to score a goal! I knew it! All those times where he shot the puck down the rink when it was an empty net. Dayum. Though, my suspicions should have been confirmed when my dad started shouting "SHOOT THE PUCK! GET A GOAL, DAMMIT!". And I thought that maybe my dad was joking. I always find it super amusing when goalies manage to score goals. :)

I had almost completely forgotten about this until just a few hours ago I wandered downstairs where my dad was watching hockey highlights and they were showing some old footage of Naslund, but tomorrow they're raising his jersey to the rafters! And hopefully I'll be home from my exam in time to see it on TV. Nazzy's been a trending topic on Twitter (in Canada) since yesterday. To be totally honest, since they retired Linden's 16, I was starting to wonder when 19 would go up and join it. :) Man, I remember those days when it was Linden, Naslund, and Bertuzzi. Damn, seems like so long ago. I'm getting old.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. My music history course next term covers 1600-1800?! Awesome. That means we cover the Common Practice era: the Baroque (and the Rococo, I suppose) and Classical periods. Too bad we don't reach the Romantic period, but oh well. Things went downhill after the Romantic period, as far as I'm concerned, anyway.

So today my dad fed my cat some canned tuna (for human consumption) because apparently my cat turns his (albeit smushed in) nose up at regular canned cat food. After doling out a portion to my cat, my dad gave the rest to me to eat in a sandwich. This is my conversation with my mom when she got home from work:
Me: Did dad tell you that he fed Smoosh tuna?
Mom: Yup.
Me: Did you know that he then offered the rest of what was in the can to me for lunch? I mean, yeah, it's not like I ate exactly what the cat ate, but still it seemed kind of... I dunno.
Mom: Oh, so you got the king's leftovers?
Me: What?
Mom: Well, if you had eaten some first and THEN Smoosh had some, you know, you'd have been the king's food taster!
Me: ...
Mom: See, your dad loves you allllllllllmost as much as he loves the cat. Almost. That's why you got his leftovers!

...What the hell, mom?

13.5 hours until my exam!