Sh*z The HijabiBengaliSisters Say
Man, I love their videos. Though this one has a lot of jokes that have to do with Islam, so certain people may not get all of them, but still HILARIOUS.
The Sunday Special
For starters, I think I shall make my Sunday posts a bit more special with something extra for the last day in the weekend. Hence, the Sunday Special.
Happy Sunday, everybody!
Today was very…interesting.
Well, after a agonizing potluck yesterday (my fault, not my hostess’), I woke up late this morning and was late to church. The church service was great, and then toward the end it got even better. The youth leader wanted everybody to come up and pray for the youth. So, unlike most of the time because I’m a fraidy cat, I decided to go up.
It was amazing. The Holy Spirit was just so totally IN the room today. My sister and I couldn’t stop laughing and crying for unknown reasons. I just love G-d so much! 
And then when we got home, I had the ingredients for one of my favourite (and most asked for) recipes: The Falafel Sandwich.
Now you, lucky reader, can taste the amazing…ness. Or whatever. Enjoy!
Maddy’s Falafel SAMMICH
1 15oz can of Chickpeas (Garbanzo Beans)
2-3 cloves of garlic (chopped finely, but if you are using a food processor, just chop it a couple times and throw it there.) OR if you’re lazy, use about a little less than a tablespoon of Garlic Powder.
Olive oil (this varies, add a little at a time)
All-Purpose flour (this varies also, add a little at a time)
2 tablespoons of Chickpea flour (or more All-Purpose, if you don’t have/don’t like chickpea flour)
1-2 tsp of Cumin
2 tsp of Chili Powder or Paprika.
1/4 cup of chopped Parsley and/or Coriander (Cilantro), {Optional, but delicious}
First of all, turn on your oven to 400 degrees.
Secondly, there are two different methods: Food Processor or by hand. If you have one, USE THE FOOD PROCESSOR. It stays together better.
Food Processor Method:
1. Put all ingredients except flour and olive oil in the food processor. Process until mixture is mashed up.
2. Add in olive oil until the mixture is slightly damp, then add in the flour(s). Pulse a couple times to combine. Take out the blade and continue to the second set of steps. (or alternatively, dump into a bowl and go on from there.)
By-Hand Method:
(it’s better to use minced garlic from a jar or garlic powder for this method, for your sanity)
1. Put chickpeas in a bowl and mash until…well, mashed.
2. Add in spices and olive oil. Add in flour until you have a nice dough. Move onto the second set of steps.
ZE SECOND SET OF STEPS:
1. Spray a cookie sheet with non-stick cooking spray to prevent sticking.
2. Take about a bit less than a 1/4 cup of dough and form into a patty. Place on greased cookie sheet. Repeat this step until all the dough has been used up.
3. Put your falafel in the oven for 10-12 minutes, watching closely. You may need to flip them and put them in the oven for 5-10 more minutes.
4. Take out falafel and let them sit on the pan for at least 5 minutes before you even CONSIDER touching them.
Now, for the fixin’s.
You will need:
1 loaf of GOOD sourdough bread (By good I mean quality crusty bread. Safeway makes a good one)
1/4 to 1/2 cup of Veganaise (I haven’t tried using real mayo, but please use Veganaise. It’s just so much better.)
1 tbs of Sriracha (Again, you gotta use it. Besides, if you don’t have sriracha, your culinary life is missing something great)
1 large or 2 medium tomatoes
1-2 cups of fresh baby spinach
1 large or 2 medium onions+ Olive Oil+ a bit of sugar (optional, but so GOOD)
1 avocado (optional. My mother likes it, but I think it makes it overly rich.)
LE DIRECTIONS:
1. Cut the loaf of bread horizontally. Scrape out the insides of the bread.
2. In a small bowl, mix together the Veganaise and sriracha and spread on the top part of the bread.
3. Slice the onions into strips and put them in a non-stick pan with a bit of olive oil at medium heat. Sprinkle the sugar over the onions and sauté until brown, caramelised and delicious.
4. Slice tomatoes semi-thickly and place on bottom part of bread. Take falafel and put over tomatoes until you have a nice layer (you may want to squish it down a bit.) Scoop out caramelised onions over the falafel, then put on the spinach. Put some avocado over the spinach if that floats your boat. Then slice into 2-3 sandwiches and serve.
Yeah, I’m not good at writing recipes. Sorry about that. Leave any questions in the comments, non-existent readers.
-Maddy
Gotta love Mandy Patinkin.
This helps me get through those long hours of Elmo watching with my little brother.
Nothing to post about
I hate it when this happens. When I get blogger block, and cannot seem to wrack my brain to have something TO post about.
So for hours I stare at the computer going:
Then I go and read other people’s blogs, TRYING to get some inspiration, and still not finding any. But I feel so convicted to post because I feel IT JUST NEEDS TO BE DONE that I go insane:
But then I finally get the magical topic:
“Okay, let’s get this beautiful masterpiece up for the world to see!”
Then I look at my post. All up for the internet to see.
Then I realise that I have to do it again tomorrow.
And suddenly, I’m sad again.
This is my life as a blogger.
I have this problem all the time, so I thought I would make an easy-to-understand (if not over the top) view of the awful problem that is blogger block.
But finally, SOMETHING good came from blogger block
But if you’ll excuse me, I’m exhausted. Good night!
-Maddy
Christian in a Headscarf: Problem #1 “Uh, I’m not a Muslim…”
(BIG FAT MESSAGE THAT YOU MUST READ BEFORE READING: This is in NO way hating on Muslims, I’m talking about my own personal challenges. Muslims are cool with me, ‘kay?)
While I love my headscarf, it has a few challenges. One is the fact that I feel I should cover my ears and neck, and that the way I wear my headscarf makes me look like a Muslim. Which around family and friends, this isn’t a problem. They know my religion, ‘is cool.
But when you walk in a store with strangers, this becomes a problem.
In my first week, I looked like a babushka. Not a problem, also helped that I didn’t encounter any Muslims. Then I started watching video tutorials and tried a pashmina style, which is much more comfortable.
While I was flipping through a book in a store, a lady passes by and utters “Assalam aleikum”, and walks away briskly. Which I’m glad she did, otherwise I would’ve had a deer-in-headlights moment.
I knew I did look the part, so I always took extra care to act appropriately (and not give hijabis a bad name) while in public in my headscarf and modest attire. So I was semi-prepared for it, and yet I wasn’t.
I just felt extremely awkward in public from then on.
I went into the grocery store today, and when I go to the checkout line, a guy starts walking out from the back room. He waves me over to the checkout line. And I hear it again.
When I go to into Target later that day, after buying my tofu, I peek into the candy aisle real quick to get my chewing gum (an addiction similar to cigarettes for me, I need a support group.)
And from behind me I hear “Assalam aleikum.”
So, because I don’t know what else to do, I just say “U wa aleikum salaam.” (If I said that wrong, my apologies)
I walk off and continue my shopping, then go over to the clothing section to get a new scarf to match the caps I ordered after Christmas. As I’m looking, a hijabi starts coming toward the section.
I tried to walk away quickly, but then I realised I didn’t grab the scarf I needed. So I walk back and the lady is still there. She smiles at me and says the greeting. I responded, returning a smile.
And you know what? The first thing that came to my mind wasn’t ‘great, another time?’, my thought was only this: “Wow, I’m not the only one who shops for my scarves at Target!”
It got easier as I went on. By the time I walked out of the store, I felt lighter. I began to wonder why I had been so nervous about it. Mind you, I don’t go around saying “Assalam aleikum”, but if someone wishes me peace, I will wish peace on them too. Everybody could use more prayers for peace and well being, no matter who they are or what religion they are.
YES I AM CHEESY AS CHEESE FROM A CAN AND PROUD OF IT.
Darn, how do I close this post?
Peace and well being for all of you.
-Maddy
2011
I feel like that should be a title of a sci-fi movie…. Huh, anyhow, there isn’t much time until I welcome 2012, so I’m going to talk all sentimental and BLECH, and I’ll probably go EW later, but for NOW…
Well, the first part of the year was filled with reading and and hanging out with my friends, but I was a worrywart. Why? Well, I had a nearly fatal case of depression the year before, lasting nearly 3 months. It was frightening, and through the course of a week it disappeared. But if you look up depression on medical websites, relapse is very common.
Scary, scary words.
But I passed through it okay, nothing bad happened. I spent my 14th birthday at the beach, and at the hotel reading the 7 books I had brought with me (along with Doctor Who to watch on TV) and had a fabulous time. But then, well, I have a confession to make.
I have this irrational fear of ants and mice.
Before I moved a couple of year ago,I lived in a rental with ants and mice. Ants in my pants? That actually happened. Constantly seeing mice running about freaked me out, but not as much as the ants. Ants I got used to. Then I moved, and we had no pests for a little while. Then the cold winter left, and everything came alive again. Ants were all over my front garden, and starting to look toward my front steps, which leads to my house, as everyone knows.
This was war.
I through ant poison in the cart on my next trip to the store, and bought cloves. I became obsessed with websites telling to get rid of them, my family was tired of me doing this, but I couldn’t stop, I was in battle mode. (If any of my family members have lung damage, I’m sorry.)
I put cloves, chili, kimchi paste (which keeps humans away too, but also such a waste of kimchi paste), chili, vinegar, and the ant poison. Cloves were something that was done daily.
But one day in late May, I look down at the floor. An ant crawls from the shadows.
This is best explained in pictures that express how I felt at that moment:
(Pay no attention to the text.)
(And I just explained that sequence with Higurashi pictures. Wow.)
So I got even more vigorous.
But then it got hot. REALLY hot.
Anybody on the east coast will remember 2011′s summer.
The temperature: 90-100
How it felt: 110-120. Legit.
Our air conditioner went kaput, it could only keep our house at 83-85. Which, if I haven’t mentioned this already, is sickly. I get heatsick very easily, plus the fact that if I’m not cold enough I don’t sleep (very well) and I’m showering 1-2 times a day, which is a lot for me. But then we found solace in place that specialises in chicken.
CHICK-FIL-A.
This is my summer theme song:
But the one good thing was that I discovered Indian food. Now it’s the only thing I can make. (I’ll explain in a later paragraph.)
Then September came with slightly cooler weather, but still not fabulous. We had Rosh Hashanah with high blood sugars and much kvetching on Yom Kippur from me (I’m a dork, yeah).
October had nothing really, except for a really good sleepover with friends
November had me in a mood. You see, if you are poor like we are, the end of the month is awful. You have practically no money, nowhere you can go, and you live off of ramen. Blech. OH WAIT, there’s a holiday on the 24th that requires unecessary food!
I couldn’t stop hatin’ on Thanksgiving. Sorry, Thanksgiving.
And then I tried to do a vegan thanksgiving. Mind you, all I cook is non-American food. I cook Indian curries and eat kimchi with rice.
So I’m all “I got this, I’m awesome at cooking!”
My food was awful, bland, and just gross. But I still didn’t want the turkey that gave me horrible thoughts, so I just ate my lemon-thyme tempeh (the only good thing I made. I love you, Isa Chandra Moscowitz.)
But then came dessert time, which I had hope for my pie, because I made a recipe from an award-winning book. So it would be awesome, right?
WRONG.
I was annoyed. Annoyed with a stomach full of fermented soy with lemon and thyme. Then Black Friday came about, and my sister and my mother braved the crowds while I stayed home with the tyrant known as my brother (who, in his defense, behaved extremely well that night.)
December usually throws me into seizures of “IT’S CHRISTMASTIME, PEOPLE!”. But not this year for some reason. I couldn’t get into the Christmas spirit. It drove me insane. But I also decided to get right with God, and start actually reading my Bible.
And I also decided to start wearing a headscarf, and not babushka style, like as in hijab. I had wanted to do it for almost a year, but I was afraid to do it. But I finally did it this December, I just threw one on and strutted about in my new attire. It’s not the easiest thing, but it feels right.
Though I’m so tired of people who haven’t seen me in my headscarf before go “OMG YOU LOOK LIKE A MUSLIM!”
Really? I didn’t know that, silly me! ARGH, I’m still a Christian, leave me alone!
My family came for Christmas, and we had a great time with a Chanukah/Christmas celebration. We taught my aunt and cousin how to play dreidel
And that brings us back to December 31st, it’s almost midnight now, so I suppose it’s time to close this long, rant-y post.
Happy New Year!
-Maddy
Back to Blog
I HAVE RETURNED, DOGS OF FEMALE GENDER!
Sorry, that was really stupid. *ahem*
But I’m back in blogging, though I can’t guarantee how much posting I can do.
SEE YOU SOON
-Maddy
Goodbye.
I’ve had this blog since the long hot summer of 2010. And now I’m sad to say, it’s time to say goodbye to my non-existent readers.
It’s been fun blogging (when I actually did it), but I think it’s time for a change (and hopefully better writing).
For those of you who have read my blog through these past few months, thank you very much. I hope you’ll go find something more interesting to read (lol)
O-ya-su-mi.
-Maddy30 (day) song challenge
(Technically this is for Facebook, and technically it’s supposed to go on for 30 days, but I’m going to cheat and just do it on one post.)
day 01 – your favorite song:
I don’t know why I like this song so much, I’ve just been listening to it repeatedly on the iPod for awhile.
day 02 – your least favorite song
I can’t think of a good one that I REALLY hate, but it was either this or Justin Bieber’s ‘Baby’
day 03 – a song that makes you happy:
I just love this song, I use it to workout.
day 04 – a song that makes you sad:
This is one of the only songs that can (almost) make me cry. I love it!
day 05 – a song that reminds you of someone:
My 6-year old sister loves this song.
day 06 – a song that reminds you of somewhere:
day 07 – a song that reminds you of a certain event:
Remember that one time, Neety-kins? LOL
day 08 – a song that you know all the words to:
Excuse the weird picture….
day 09 – a song that you can dance to:
*slow nod* (It is no lie, I know the dance) Oh yeah…
day 10 – a song that makes you fall asleep:
Blech, I don’t like this song.
day 11 – a song from your favorite band:
Gooshh, I lurv their music.
day 12 – a song from a band you hate:
I don’t exactly HATE Avenged Sevenfold, but it’s so…bad. But I do like this song.
day 13 – a song that is a guilty pleasure:
o//_//o
day 14 – a song that no one would expect you to love:
I have no idea why I listen to this.
day 15 – a song that describes you:
or
Heck, I dunno. There isn’t exactly a song that describes me.
day 16 – a song that you used to love but now hate:
I was like.. 9 or something when I last listened to this song. *SHUDDER*
day 17 – a song that you hear often on the radio:
day 18 – a song that you wish you heard on the radio:
day 19 – a song from your favorite album:
day 20 – a song that you listen to when you’re angry:
day 21 – a song that you listen to when you’re happy:
Don’t ask.
day 22 – a song that you listen to when you’re sad:
day 23 – a song that you want to play at your wedding:
Either this
or
Something else, I don’t really plan on ever marrying.
day 24 – a song that you want to play at your funeral:
I dunno, whatever comforts them.
day 25 – a song that makes you laugh:
day 26 – a song that you can play on an instrument:
I can play it on the piano MUHAHAHA
day 27 – a song that you wish you could play:
I can sing it, but ALAS, I cannot play it D:
day 28 – a song that makes you feel guilty:
There isn’t really one
day 29 – a song from your childhood:
day 30 – your favorite song at this time last year:
If you’ve ever had long term depression, I would think you would understand this song.
Glass Slipper
Starring: Kim Ji Ho; Kim Hyun Ju; So Ji Sub; Han Jae Suk; Kim Min Sun
This was the first Korean Drama I ever watched, and it wasn’t bad.(Some would smack me for saying that)
I will quote the description cuz I stink at describing things:
This drama is about the lives of Tae-hee and Yoon-hee, two sisters whose mother died while giving birth to Yoon-hee. Their father, who loves them dearly, married their mother without their paternal grandfather’s consent, and deprived of any familial support, the sisters and their father struggle to make ends meet even as their father faces a life-threatening illness. This drama follows Tae-hee and Yoon-hee into adulthood as, separated by a cruel twist of fate, the girls come to lead very different lives, oblivious of one another.
At the time I picked up this drama at the library, It was basically the only one that didn’t look BORING. (It [the section]was full of historical dramas, and I hate historical dramas)
Since I gave the description and wouldn’t want to spoil it for potential watchers, LEMME GUSH ‘BOUT THEM CHARACTERS!
First of all, Sun-woo (Yoon-hee) is an awesome example. She keeps her chin up even through her hard situations.
Tae-hee is okay, she isn’t my favorite character though. She’s a bit…annoying.
Jang Jae-hyuk: I DON’T GET THIS GUY! He has secret motives for evil, but he’s not a bad guy either. He’s just weird.
Sung-hee, I just want to STRANGLE HER!! I hate her! She’s manipulative, arrogant, and ready to stomp people in her way. She should be promoted for best Korean psychopath of 2002.
But I truly adore Chul-woong and his sister, Yeon-woong. Chul-woong is madly in love with Sun-woo (Yoon-hee), and is constantly pursuing her. But he’s also a gangster-which is one reason Sun-woo told him no. But as the story progresses, he meets this one gang leader and joins their gang. In the beginning he’s doing gangy (gangy?) stuff, but he finds a friend and mentor in the boss of the gang when Chul-woong leaves. He gets a construction job and gets his act together. *clap clap*
He also really funny, that’s why we like him.
*Sun-woo walks in room*
*We hear cries from upstairs*
Chul-woong (apparently slept naked, now wrapped in blanket): AUGH! How much did you see??
Sun-woo *smirking*: I saw EVERYTHING/
Chul-woong: O_O AUGGHHHH
Gosh, I love that guy.
Yeon-woong has THE MOST AWESOME eyebrows EVER! (lol I just had to shout it). She is a tomboy, nice person, and somehow has a rich guy who accidentally hit her truck going after her (romantically). She is a constant “Go get ‘er!” person for Chul-woong.
The drama’s ending is what made me say “meh.”
Either way, sadddidy, sad, sad, sad. But it is still awesome and I recommend Glass Slipper.
Rating: B+
O_O
It’s December, the O_O month for me.
I have a large family, 4 sisters and one brother. We are Messianic Jewish, so let’s do the math here:
Chanukah: 1-8th (2010)
Kyri’s Birthday: 10th
Mum’s Birthday: 12th
Clara’s Birthday: 17th
Christmas Play: Sometime in Christmas week
Aunt, Cousin, and Uncle come: Christmas Eve-30th
Christmas Day: 25th
Hitting sales for Christmas stuff: 26th-January
Holiday Party with my besties: 30th
New Year’s Eve: 31st
See, my schedule is NUTS. (Not to mention decorating and cleaning- O_O again)
But it as an extremely fun time. My uncle doesn’t get to visit us very often, but he’s able to come this Christmas (yay)
My cousin Samantha was able to visit us this summer, and now she’s coming back for Christmas. All my family lives on the other side of the country, and then the military plopped us on another (not to be known by you) coast.
I can’t wait till they get here >U<
Until next time, my non-existent readers!
Madunesu… Madunesu? DISU ISU– Black Friday
Yep, it’s black friday, the scariest day of the year for agoraphobics.
Well, I didn’t actually go out in it, until much later. But we still struck a deal on some DVDs…
WHO AM I KIDDING?!
WE HIT MAJOR JACKPOT, YO
We found Lord of the Rings for 2.00 bucks a piece, and we bought all three.
Oh yeah.
A Whatchamacallit Moment
Do you ever have those moments of just sheer nothingness?
By nothingness, I mean feeling like nothing really, not happy, but not sad either.
Blissful and sentimental, quiet and relaxed, I suppose you could call it.
……….
Everyone has a particular setting that gives them that feeling.
Mine would be a partly cloudy day, the breeze blows cool over the city, and I would either be outside or sitting on my couch looking out my smudged and dirty window that I never bother to clean.
Possibly drinking a cool soda or glass of (o)cha (what I, China, Korea, and Japan call tea), reading a book, or just sitting and thinking.
I like it.
(As I mentioned in the post ‘VAMPIRES!’) Sun makes me sick, and I hate sunny days. Cloudy and rainy is what I enjoy, my dream destination is Scotland or Seattle (lol) So naturally, cloudy and breezy gives me the whatchamacallit sensation.
I don’t know where you find yours, but it is nice to find it, right?
(THERE, I POSTED HAPPY STUFF, NEETY-KINS! AM I GOOD NOW??)
U R PITIFUL
“You know you are a sad, sorry case when you are in bliss over the sweet crunchy apple you picked out, so you start singing “Nothing Compares 2 U”
Hello Hello!
I haven’t posted since Yom Kippur, and I have no good excuse, so I’m very sorry.
Let’s see, what have I been up to…
Well, I got addicted to a Korean Drama, started learning Korean, became obsessed with Vocaloids, started reading lots of James Patterson, actually gotten serious in school…
Not much really.
And my socializing as decreased, I don’t even talk to my friends very often on the computer anymore.
AUGHHHHHH
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I currently have nothing interesting to say, so Buh-Bye……
Yom Kippur, Washing Machines, and Libraries with Moolah
Shabbat Shalom, y’all!
If you look at your calendars, you’d notice that tomorrow is Yom Kippur (which starts at sundown today). It is my first time celebrating it (I was adopted into the Messianic Jewish culture recently), and because I am past bat mitzvah age , I am going to fast.
I haven’t fasted (intentionally) before, so it’s going to be an interesting experience. And I fear I will get sick and have to break the fast (gosh, I hope not)
Currently my mother is in the kitchen making our Shabbat meal of roast chicken, challah, and apple kugel (yum).
(and to anyone who is reading this and is like “Ohmigosh, she’s Jewish! Imma going to ask a billion questions!! WHEE”. A) I’m Messianic Jewish [difference there] I only started this whole thing in 2008 and I’m still new to it. Yes, I can answer questions, but I am no expert. Ask the omniscient Google lol)
_+~~~~~+_
Now about washing machines, I hate mine.
Why?
Cuz it’s broken, and I have very little clean.
It all started with an error message, which we fixed (with smaller loads and resetting)
Then it did it again, and nothing is working.
Lovely, ne?
Going to the Laundromat is no biggie for one person, but we have 8 people in my family, which means it gets expensive fast. ARGH
-+~~~~~~~+-
Now, I’ve never been rich or well off. I’ve been kinda poor to destitute, as is my library. They don’t even have Vogue for pete’s sake.
Then we got library cards in a rich county a little further away.
*insert Hallelujah chorus here*
So many books, DVD’s, CD’s, Magazines… It was beautiful. Now I can get a billion things (including anime SQUEE), I was in heaven.
——-
Well, I need to finish up Shabbat preparations.
Until next time,
~Madelskis
Living Nightmare: A poem
Living Nightmare
Why?Why won't this nightmare go away?Though I may try,to run away and hide,It always seemsto find me every time.My true self is no longer there,Now lays a monster,making everyone think,This is the true me.No sleep comes to me,No rest comes to me,My eyes bloodshot,wrists bleeding in red,While I can only remember the old days,which are now a fictional tale.Darkness rims my eyes,My emotions no longer show,only a gaunt face staring blankly,onto my subconscious' twisted show.Pleasant dreams,that once filled my head,now are replaced by nightmares,of which I will never be rid of,because they are actuality.My brain no longer serves any function,only causing eerie thoughts,of ending this life I live,worked so hard to achieve.The thoughts and pain,that now manifest my body,slowly cutting me into pieces,destroying all I have,making me scream.But then again,why should it matter?Nobody has noticed my suffering,so they must not care at all.Metal on my skin,slowly filling up...But if this is it,then why is it,that I don't feel better?Metal clattering on the floor,crying footsteps down the hall....This is it.I am done.
A Beautiful Shade of Wrong
I’m behind on posting again -.- What I horrible blogger-person I am…
*ahem*
Woe is me, my whole week has been crappy. Though I did something I had never done before on Monday night, and it totally wasn’t worth it, and now it hurts.
I broke a bone (my toe) for the first time.
I went upstairs to grab something a clothing article that got mixed up when we bagged it laundromat. I put right foot over gate, and WHAM! I hit it on the stair, and it seriously hurt. Went and got X-rays yesterday, and I broke a toe. The rest of my foot just plain hurts, fun right?
T^T harumph
Then I got home and made I bagel because I was hungry, and I cream cheesed it as I always do.
And then, it fell from my hand,
onto the ground,
on the cream cheese side.
I was glad that I later found out I was PMSing, because if the bagel bothered me more than the toe… Then I needed counseling, DESPERATELY.
Either way, It’s been almost a week since I broke it, and it’s still sore and my family’s new favorite phrase is “SIT DOWN!”
I will be so happy when it heals, then I can do my random dancing again, leave the house without a wheelchair (nobody wants to give me crutches T^T), and shower normally (I can’t stand up long enough to shower, so nobody come near me Dx)
And now I fear I am losing my writing skills, which would be rather devastating, simply because I like to do it. Oh well, time for a new hobby!
To Hobbies and the many things damaged and broken by PMSing women,
-Madeskis
