More proof that my Latin teacher wins the universe.

It is Saturday, which I think has come to mean Quotes From My Latin Teacher Day.

"And next on the list is miser.  I don't care what you think, it doesn't mean 'miserable.'  English is so careless about the way it uses that word: 'Oh!  It's raining outside!  My girlfriend just left me!  I didn't turn in my homework!  I'm so miserable today!'  No.  That's not what the word originally meant.  What is Les Misérables about?  A bunch of unhappy people?  No!  The wretched!  The degraded!  People whose interior states are just as sorry as their exterior states!  You are not miser if your mom won't let you go out and party tonight.  You're miser if you just sold your front teeth to feed your starving child.  Next!"

(Yes, at that point I was having trouble suppressing gleeful cackles.)

I have been doing a disturbing amount of cooking lately.  I mean, the obscene quantities of pasta, rice, and couscous were just to feed my PMS-induced food cravings.  But there is really no excuse for the pancakes, the apple pie, or the five dozen cookies.

...well, the pie was for dad's birthday.  But there's really no excuse for all those cookies.

Speaking of dad's birthday... have I talked about my dad before?  Stereotypical rich but distant lawyer parent?  Well, he's apparently decided that he's bought most of the material things that would make him happy, so he decided the best birthday present he could get would be to make his kids happy.  To that end, he bought my brother a Mazda Miata.

What the hell, dad. XD

And I got... er... a really spiffy hat and an entire three-day period during which dad forgot to lecture me about all the things I'm doing wrong.  And a dad who was very happy about the apple pie.  I'm not really that jealous; my brother is to cars as I am to Miz, and besides, I already have a car.

I'll have to camwhore with the hat.  It's rather military-looking and goes quite well with That Coat With All the Buttons.

More proof that my Latin teacher wins the universe.

It is Saturday, which I think has come to mean Quotes From My Latin Teacher Day.

"And next on the list is miser.  I don't care what you think, it doesn't mean 'miserable.'  English is so careless about the way it uses that word: 'Oh!  It's raining outside!  My girlfriend just left me!  I didn't turn in my homework!  I'm so miserable today!'  No.  That's not what the word originally meant.  What is Les Misérables about?  A bunch of unhappy people?  No!  The wretched!  The degraded!  People whose interior states are just as sorry as their exterior states!  You are not miser if your mom won't let you go out and party tonight.  You're miser if you just sold your front teeth to feed your starving child.  Next!"

(Yes, at that point I was having trouble suppressing gleeful cackles.)

I have been doing a disturbing amount of cooking lately.  I mean, the obscene quantities of pasta, rice, and couscous were just to feed my PMS-induced food cravings.  But there is really no excuse for the pancakes, the apple pie, or the five dozen cookies.

...well, the pie was for dad's birthday.  But there's really no excuse for all those cookies.

Speaking of dad's birthday... have I talked about my dad before?  Stereotypical rich but distant lawyer parent?  Well, he's apparently decided that he's bought most of the material things that would make him happy, so he decided the best birthday present he could get would be to make his kids happy.  To that end, he bought my brother a Mazda Miata.

What the hell, dad. XD

And I got... er... a really spiffy hat and an entire three-day period during which dad forgot to lecture me about all the things I'm doing wrong.  And a dad who was very happy about the apple pie.  I'm not really that jealous; my brother is to cars as I am to Miz, and besides, I already have a car.

I'll have to camwhore with the hat.  It's rather military-looking and goes quite well with That Coat With All the Buttons.