I went to some Boxing Day sales today. As you can see by the pic below, I bought only the essentials.

Like reindeer antlers. You can never have enough reindeer antlers.

You'll be jealous come Hallowe'en, mark my words.

Welcome to Winter
Note the super-cool, pink, 1989 mitts.

Jen's New Career
I'll be selling autographed t-shirts of myself and Lynda on New Year's Eve. Buy early before they sell out! ;)

Well, my Edinburgh-Girl hair is gone. Not really gone as the hair is still on my head, but there is not a straight hair to be found. The dampness of the rain encourage all the little Jen Hairs to frizz back up into their usual state. No worries though!

So yeah, I was a wee bit worried I wouldn't see any snow while home for the holidays. In retrospect and looking at the standards set by previous PEI winters, that worry was hilarious. Like PEI would ever fail in delivering 900 buckets-full of snow during Christmas break! While it is not uncommon to have a green Christmas, there is generally a good chance New Year's Eve will be whiter than a toothpaste-model's teeth.

In good news, I got to go karaoking on Boxing Day night. In bad news... Oh right! There is no bad news! Mwa ha ha...

Is it overly childish of me that everytime we get a storm I feel compelled to go outside and sit in the snow and/or throw snowballs at the windows to scare my cat?

Well, I'm bored.

Lets post pictures!

Ho ho ho!

Happy belated Christmas everyone!

I must say, it was very nice to be home for the holidays. Lots of people I haven't seen in awhile, including Mr. Big Brother who managed to hitch a ride home from O-town!

I had a traumatising experience tonight. For the past half-decade or so the MacPhails spend a lot of time playing cards and boardgames on Christmas Eve and Christmas-Day night.

Tonight, I was forced to play Old Maid.

Many of you don't realise how awful this is for me. I can't help it, but I absolutely freak out when I play that game. We even played with Winnie the Pooh playing cards and used a Joker with a big Pooh face on it as the "old maid" to soften the blow for me in case I got the old maid. Sigh, I give my parents credit for trying, but alas, the fear of the old maid, regardless of what the card looks like, is permanently etched into my blood. The card's appearance does not matter, it's what the old maid stands for, which is losing the game. Being the only person remaining with a card. It's okay when I lose other games, but the Old Maid and I don't get along. Case in Point: December 25th, 2004.

The game started innocently enough. I was doing okay until I picked the old maid from my mother's hand. Actually, I was practically shaking and hyperventilating playing the game. When I drew the Old Maid, I didn't flip out! (Very good!) However, the hysterical, panicked laughter, the shaking arm and the sudden posture change did little to hide the fact that I picked the Old Maid. Luckily, Papa eventually drew it from me. I still was incredibly uneasy... then it happened; I drew the card again. In a moment of terror I *may* have flipped out and I *may* have threw my remaining one other card (and the Old Maid) to the table and loudly declared that I wasn't playing anymore.

Very mature, and not at all worthy of some psycho-analysis or something.

Ahh, another Christmas at the MacPhails. Lesson learned: stop making me play Old Maid. Last year I retired from air hockey after I started to get the shakes from playing (sooo. much. pressure. to. WIN.) and I formally wish to announce my retirement from old maid. For health reasons, of course.

Thank you and good night.

I just realised I have TWO somewhat sad posts lurking on my blog for the month of December. TWO. Do you know how un-Jenish that is??? Like, T H I S U N J E N I S H. And that's a lot. In retrospect, I likely over reacted Monday night/Tuesday morning. Stuff happens, deal with it. And it has been dealt with. Done. Over. Complete. Tout finit! I just had an oddly delayed reaction in dealing because I basically shipped myself off the continent within hours of breaking up with previously discussed ex-boyfriend. Kind of like the Chronicles of Narnia or Back to the Future II, I was in an alternative world. And then I came back to PEI and, for a few hours, it was almost as though time had stood still... except for the new stores in the mall. Thanks to Le Chateau, now Myrons girls can spend even more on clothes! YAY! Sarcasm!

I didn't go to the gym today. Shocking, I know. So much for bulking up my eleven-inch pythons ;) Instead I stayed home (for the most part) and ate peanut brittle stuff (thanks Lynda!), fudge, the odd chocolate, half an Irn-Bru bar, and more random junk. My teeth should fall out soon. Maybe even tomorrow!

On a pleasant note, Grand saw my random thought about wanting a purple popsicle and then he wanted one. I tell you, it's contagous! Kind of like when you see someone yawn. Maybe I'll buy purple popsicles... You can eat those even if you lack teeth!

Anyway, over and out. I have been on the computer waaaaay too much today and feel like a knob.

Sad, I wrote a post and it disapeared. Here we go with try the second!

Today I got my haircut. Eleven months in the making, I tell ya! The hairdresser "styled" it after, meaning it was stick straight and weird. I look like... AN EDINBURGH GIRL! GASP! I will admit, since I haven't had straight hair in seven and a half months I do quite like it, but I'm not willing to fry my hair and spend twenty minutes every morning "doing" it. I also should have got a few extra inches chopped off, but whatever; I own siccors!!

I also used my webcam and took about fifteen pictures of me trying to get a decent shot of me in a Santa hat for my MSN picture. Priorities, people! Lesson learned: there is no such thing as a perfect picture of me in a Santa hat. But there are lots waaaaay less than perfect!

In the summer of 1999 (going into grade twelve) I got a black eye. The top left is three days after, the one on the right is a week after, and the one on the bottom is almost two weeks after.

I was so beautiful.

=D

Yaaaaaay, it's 1:00 in the morning and I'm waiting for dear Brother to call so I can go and pick him up in Borden. On a good-sister scale of 1 - 10 I deserve a 10.314159. Very good!

I went to the Wave tonight and it was uneventful, but still a nice time. I got to see some people I probably wouldn't see when home otherwise.

Ever suddenly reallllly want a purple popsicle?

You know how when people are together a lot you start to pick-up each other's "catchphrases" or speaking patterns? Lately I have been stealing Keri's "Probably". I apologize. I'll let her steal my.... Actually, I can't think of anything I say a lot. Maybe I'll start saying "zoom" a lot.

Zooooooooooom!

On the short list of things to do over break is to make a nice design for my blog. Right now I'm just using a blogger template and changed a wee bit of the html to slightly personalise it to my preferences. But, after looking at my old webpage that I wrote all the html for a designed most of the graphics (Jen = nerd), I think I can spice this up a wee bit better than it is. Or at least "make it my own". And it doesn't really work like a tree; I can't just urinate on it to "make it my own". ;)

Sigh, where is Jeffrey? I may get tired soon. Actually, I already am tired.

The popcorn at the Wave tonight tasted like crap. Waaaay too much butter salt on it. (For the record, butter salt is a salt-like substance that they put on the kernels in the kettle to give the popcorn a buttery taste. It's good in moderation, but apparently the Wave staff did not know that. Too much leaves the popcorn waaaay too dry and makes it taste like sandpaper. Luckily popcorn with too much butter salt is still throwable.)

Tick tick tick goes the clock.

I saw on someone's blog on which the person wrote 50 things about herself. Here we go to pass the time...

1. My middle name is Anne.
2. I have a cat. He used to be vicious, but not so much anymore.
3. I need a haircut.
4. The last time I got a haircut was eleven months ago.
5. I heart my camera. It is practically my child.
6. Although not obvious whatsoever if you look at me, I am a gym rat.
7. I like fishnet stockings.
8. I like wearing skirts.
9. I can pull off a *very* convincing English accent.
10. I was born on a Wednesday.
11. I have lots of moles. We should play connect the dots on me sometime.
12. I haven't wrapped any Christmas presents yet.
13. I am an ESTP in Myers-Briggs terms, I think. In Jen terms ESTP stands for excellent, studious, tactful and pretty.
14. I have lived in six different houses/flats.
15. I bit my nails. I'm trying to stop though.
16. I used to really like Wendy's. Not so much now.
17. I used to really like BK. Again, not so much now.
18. I like lacrosse.
19. I really, really suck at lacrosse.
20. I like beer.
21. I drink too much beer.
22. My "biceps" are each eleven inches in circumference. I know because I measured them to see if after four weeks my gym "routine" will have changed them.
23. Je parle francais.
24. Hablo espanol.
25. I wore a red dress to my high school prom.
26. I wore a black dress to my University "prom".
27. I just finished eating a piece of fudge.
28. I like tortilla shells.
29. I am a slob.
30. I am a good typist.
31. My hearing grade is H1, H2, H3, H4. That means I would have to have tests done before they would consider letting me join the British Army.
32. My eyesight is good. Perhaps VERY good.
33. I read Shannon's Blog a lot. Just to keep tabs on her ;)
34. There are 66 people on my msn list. However, some of them I have never talked to.
35. I haven't actually paid for a CD in 2 1/2 years.
36. I am a liar - I just remembered I bought a CD about a month ago. But before that it was about 2 1/2 years.
37. I am sleepy.
38. Apparently, I was supposed to have had braces when I was younger. However, my teeth straightened out about 98% of the way so braces would have been a huuuuge waste of money.
39. I lost my first tooth when I was seven.
40. I finished losing my baby teeth when I was fourteen.
41. I had to go to some kind of speech thing when I was younger because I couldn't pronounce certain letters.
42. I had to go to "resource class" in grade two because I couldn't differentiate between vowel sounds. I still compare the starting sounds of "octopus" and "umbrella" when spelling.
43. Despite that, I am still quite smart =P
44. I have a life-sized cut out of Michael J. Fox in my room. (What - you DON'T?)
45. I have spent too much time online since I have been home. I guess I'm just not used to people actually being on MSN at the same time as me and tend to get a wee bit caught up in it!
46. I need to read more. Although I am part-way through two books, which isn't too bad, I suppose.
47. I used to be outspoken in class until I started Junior High.
48. I became self-conscious in Junior High.
49. I am currently on day 302 of my 30-day Paint Shop Pro Evaluation.
50. I am happy. Yaaaaay!

I want to say it was overall a good night, which it was, but the inability to put my generally logical mind past one minor, practically non-note-worthy event has left me in an unhappy mood. Cheers to Christmas, and the realisation that you are actually replacable to any mere soul. Three cheers to reality's slap in the face that makes you question your own decisions, despite the fact you have been thrilled with them for the past seven months. Yaaaaaaaaaaaaay. If you're looking for me, I'm searching for happiness in my new, yet-to-be-found, English boyfriend.

Boo hoo hoo.

And I don't know if it's supposed to be some metaphorical bitch-slap, but what should one make of it when the first time one sees her ex-boyfriend he is wearing her bloody shirt? No, not a shirt she gave him, but her actual shirt. I mean, Dude, talk about rubbing salt in the wound of singledom. Bite my bloody ass and give me back the money you owe me, the things you have of mine, and next time await me entering the arena prepared. I suck. Ship me to bed and buy me a box of tissue.

Please send me back to Edinburgh.

Heidi and I have ran into a huuuuuge google problem. Hers is the lack of results that refer to her when one googles her name. My problem is the fact this blog doesn't come when one googles "jennifer macphail" or "jen macphail".

Lets see if we can fix that somehow...

Jennifer MacPhail
Jen MacPhail
Heidi Brander

Once I did know somewhat how google actually works, but I can't remember now.

End nerdism.

I ripped this off of someone else's blog. I don't know who he is. Oh well.

1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, find line 4. What does it say? "'It'll be so big,' cried Phronsie, hopping around on one toe, 'that Mamsie won't know what to do, will she, Polly?'"
2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What do you touch first? Air. If my arm was longer I would touch the ironing board.
3. What is the last thing you watched on TV? I can't even tell you that last time I watch TV... but I must have watched it at some point since being home... Right, I saw some of the Apprentice.
4. WITHOUT LOOKING, can you guess what the time is? 1:50AM
5. Now look at the clock, what is the actual time? 1:49AM
6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear? Nothing, it's late and no one is up.
7. When did you last step outside? What were you doing? I got home from the gym shortly after five. This involved walking OUTDOORS from my car into my house.
8. Before you came to this website, what did you look at? Reading about ESTPs in relationships because I'm pitiful and tired.
9. What are you wearing? Jeans, a shirt and slippers.
10. Did you dream last night? Yup, I was explaining to a cashier at Toys R Us and a friend of mine the strategy the TRU manager used when deciding what product to feature at all cash registers.
11. When did you last laugh? Maybe an hour ago on MSN.
12. What is on the walls of the room you are in? Lots of photos.
13. Seen anything weird lately? Yup, a pic of Grand dressed up as Santa Claus.
14. What do you think of this quiz? I felt it did not give me the opportunity to be witty and charming.
15. What is the last film you saw? Christmas Vacation
16. If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy first? Plane tickets to.. somewhere.
17. Can you tell something about you that no one knows? No, actually, I don't think I can.
18. If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do? I'd let me MC the opening ceremony at the Olympics. Oh, and world peace/clean up the environment/end hunger etc.
19. Do you like to dance? yes.
20. George Bush: is he a power-crazy nut case or some one who is finally doing something that has needed to be done for years? I'd say neither. What he really is is a catalyst for funny late-night TV shows.
21. Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her? I don't know.
22. Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him? Meh.
23. Would you ever consider living abroad? NEVER. That's why I am currently in the last month of my six-month lease for a flat in Edinburgh ;)

I suck. Send me to bed!

I just had a relapse and I feel like I'm back in early May. Uggggh.

But it's all temporary and likely induced by lack of sleep and... I don't know. Meeeeeeeeeeeeeh.

Okay, this is an overexageration. Early May, I was rather a mess and cried more than I would like to admit to. So yeah, maybe I don't have anything to compare this too. In a somewhat related note, I haven't cried since I left the Halifax Airport for London. I am a freak. I'll probably lose it at some point and bawl four oceans worth of tears. Apologies in advance; I recommend you all start building an ark. Call it Noah II.

Maybe I am part robot. A spanish robot, of course.

As a sidenote, I am glad that I am making so much sense. Being vague truly is an art form.

Would someone go out and find me an english boyfriend? Preferably around my age, not married, witty, and willing to relocate to Canada eventually. While I may be a smartass and somewhat annoying at times, I hate confronting conflict thus will not break up with you because I can't handle any serious, intense conversation that comes along with a break-up. Instead, I'll hint at the idea at ending things until you break up with me.

Or I'll leave the country and pretend I got deported. Unless we are in Canada, then I'll just ... uh, oh, I haven't developed this part of the plan yet.

Even I am annoying me. Whenever you all see me next give me a light slap in the face. Just be forewarned I may lunge at you and try to hit you back.

Anyway, it's nice to be home. I feel like I own so much clothing now, good thing I brought hardly any clothing back over here with me. As a sidenote, I am now basically living in my old pubcrawl t-shirts. Pure class.

Canadian Things I Have Done since Coming Home:
- Went to a hockey game
- Drank canadian beer
- Went to trivia and actually knew some answers
- DROVE
- Almost fell on ice
- Wore a scarf, mitts and hat
- Went to Tim Hortons
- Saw an Irving truck
- Used a landline
- Lost my keys
- Took a cab
- Went to Wal-Mart
- Went to the Kelley Building at UPEI
- Went to a bar where no one was from the UK, Ireland, South Africa, Australia, New Zealand, etc.

Scottish Things I Have Done since Coming Home:
- Looked right, then left when crossing roads
- Put corn on my pizza
- Used an umbrella
- Walked somewhere somewhat far
- Wore a skirt to a bar
- Wore heels
- Wore fishnet stockings
- Wrote a few blogs
- Got confused about which lane to turn into

I'm bored. I need to go to bed.

Ummm... I feel obliged to write in this.

Last night I took incriminating photos of people. I'm sneaky like that. Actually, there was nothing sneaky about it - it was just random photo snapping that lead to numerous laughs the next morning. Anyway, it was a result of Janielle, Candace, Hannah and Breck coming over and there *may* have been a wee bit of liquor. More importantly, there were peanuts! I credit Grand, the C-Bar and my lacrosse team for reuniting me with peanuts. Anyway, birthday celebration number three was a smashing success!

Oooh, and if any of yas see Candace in the next wee while be sure to ask her how well those anti-hangover pills work... Hee hee hee.... >:D

Uh oh... first night out in Edinburgh since arriving home and have made the wee mistake of drinking like a Scot despite being in Canadian territory.

I heart you, The Wave.

Saw me cousin tonight!!! I have decided I am having a par-tay on Saturday night to invite friends, friends of friends, and random MSN strangers over to hosue. Will be fun. Come one, come all. I heart everyone and have missed you all. Especially Chritina Aguilera; I heart Kazaa.

The end.

I heart PEI.

Hey All!

Still alive and super excited about coming home on MONDAY!!

Keep tuned for Wednesday night b'day plans. They may include trivia at the Wave followed by the customary wander to Subway at midnight.

Or I'll just set up a keg in the basement ;)

Adios!