It's been a week since the Giants won the world series and I still burst into happy smiles and laughter over it. Which is good because now that the semester is coming to an end (and I am already suffering from exhaustion) I need something happy to cling onto while I do the end of semester burning the candle at both ends thing that tends to happen. I've already gotten stress everything going on right now so I need some cheer. 

Which is probably how I ended up going to three hockey games this past week. I don't even know what my life is right now but I managed to go to all three games and got all my reading done for this week even though my Thursday class got moved to Tuesday night. And I read for my end of year research projects too. I need to write the papers for this week and am probably going to write an extra book review to get it out of the way. 

I also ended up getting a kids pack because it was cheap and had all Jonas Hiller gear and I get to go to a free game. Whatever. I totally didn't even bother acting like I was buying it for someone else. They shouldn't hand them out in adult medium and say there is no age limit if they are going to judge me about it anyway. When I go to the parties for them I am going to pretend that the rest of my family is "just around here somewhere!" Problem solved.

My grandma and I have started speaking to each other in French again. Which is both really really awesome and fucking ridiculous because I speak France/Parisian French and she speaks Quebecois French so sometimes our wires cross. Which is par for the course in our English conversations so it's not all that surprising that it happens in French as well.

What is really funny about this is that my Grandfather can only curse in Quebecois French so we'll be in the kitchen talking and he just starts shouting things like "Manges d'la marde!" and "bais mon cul!" and then I usually go "TABERNAC. Tu es un trou du cul! " And my Grandma cracks up and tells him to shut the fuck up in English.

This is what happens when you live with people from Maine. You get bossed into not hating Boston teams (except the red sox. there is no one on this earth that can make me like them even remotely) and you get roped into a Quebecois French swear off while trying to have a normal conversation. My grandma found out my teacher was going to Rhode Island and she wanted me to ask him how the seafood was. People from New England are out of their minds. The end.

My dad went to a coffee convention and brought me back this microwaveable reusable mug and a bunch of tea so I've been on a tea kick for a week now. Drinking 2-3 cups of tea and 2 cups of decaf pumpkin coffee a day. Apparently he's going to get me into a coffee convention next year. I have a feeling it's going to be like when Godzilla battled Mothra and I am going to get banished. 

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