FebRuary 25, 2011

I have a confession to make. I haven't been all that good with my money. I bought a lot of stuff, paid down some bills, and didn't take into account that I needed rent money until... well, until I hit enough to pay rent. And that's it.
I think that's something I need to work on as soon as I am done school; I need to start learning to SAVE money... though I have bought everything I wanted at all lately. I can't possibly want for more, can I?
Anyway, other than that, I am making cupcakes.





... I feel like I ate more batter than I used in the cupcakes... tasty though :D

Feb 24/11

I feel really old today. It's probably an accumulation of things; this was one of them:

It's missing a pill, too; I ran out of one-a-day vitamins...
Yeah. I'm old. So very, very old. And I'm only just 22.
Crap.

On another note, I bought a kobo. Mostly because I'm sick of paying millions of dollars for paper to print my pdfs for school out on and ink to have printing abilities. I kinda dislike it, and when I have more time I'll go into details as to why.

Now, on to the multiple homeworks I have to do, laundry, and then work. Wooh.

Feb 22/11

So while I was bathing in my bathtub (It wasn't nice, it was necessitous(Is that a word? It should be) I was reading the conditioner bottle that I have here:



And it says: "Apply evenly to hair. Inhale the fresh, revitalizing scent of coconuts. Then rinse. You'll feel so refreshed, not even the dirtiest dishes will get you down."



So... gender role-ifying, much? Not that I care, really... it's just hilarious. Hilarious because I did my dishes BEFORE I washed my hair. I care more about the dirty dishes than my dirty hair. hahahahahahaa...
But seriously. What if a man washed and conditioned his hair with Suave? Does he have to do the dishes, now?

Feb 20/11

Well, it's a Sunday. And guess what!! I've got it off! I started my mom's shirt that was supposed to be for xmas-- it went well, so far, but I can't seem to find the beads for it. That's what happens when I clean. And now I'm cleaning again, because in my sewing room, is the rat cage. Every time I walk by it, I'm just like--man, I should clean that. Eventually I'll make them a new set of sleepy hammocks. They chew them apart like nothing I've ever seen before.
Anyway, now all of the important people know about this:


That's not really my ideal. I'm actually looking at a purple bathing suit, and Darrell might get orange.
I think those will be the colors. Purple, and orange; I like purple, Darrell likes orange. Whee! Anyway, this was just a break for the other half of my glass of wine before I zip back to the rat cage (A.K.A. start it, haha).
yay, it's reading break!

I can now blog from my DSi XL. That's pretty cool in a nerdy way.

I'm pretty sure this is a 'nerdy' post. But I'm late on the uptake as the DSi has been out for a really long time. Still, it's pretty cool that I can write a post up on blogger while I'm anywhere that has an accesible Wi-Fi connection. In other nerdifying news, I also preordered either white or black: my other ordered the opposite of me, so technically i have access to both of them. I'm pretty excited for them to come out as I haven't beaten heart gold yet, but the majority of it all is a reprise of the last gold version so often I feel like I've played it a million times (which I probably have). Also, --hey, the guy who lives below me left his alarm on and it just went off--usually that means it's ten o'clock.
Last night I told my grandparents about the engagement and they were pretty good about it. I tried to call my mum but she was out. I live too far away from them so there's no dinner, much as I would prefer that.

And the bf is still not doing dishes, but my counselor made a good point- if i repeatedly complain that he's not doing it right, then of course he won't want to do it...
That makes sense, i am pretty perfectionistic when it comes to cleaning.

Feb 11/11

What happens when space does not allow for differences in molecular structure:


And the coolest engagement trade-off ever:



My hand+bf's PS3. Hopefully before next OSAP time I will be able to use this monetarily...
That's right. Ssh!

Feb 9/11 Chocolate Fish

Today I spilled Hot chocolate all over myself while waiting for a bus. It seems that every time I buy hot chocolate, I spill it all over myself. I don't know, maybe it's just my klutz coming out. Anyway, Timmies' coffee, I learned earlier in the year (three times), does NOT stain like the dickens. It leaves a little mark but if you wipe it off (even just with a gloved hand) it will not stain deep brown. Starbucks' coffee, on the other hand, does.
Very much so.


Note both sleeves, as well as the front of the coat. It's also on my right shoulder to my back.
I was wearing a backpack. Please explain how it splashed UNDER my backpack?!
Good thing I needed to wash my coat anyway.
Except now I smell like hot chocolate, and the washer is on so taking a shower is out of the question. And then I ate tuna for lunch, so I smell like a chocolate fish. Mmm.

February 4 2011

Sssh. I have a secret.
It's my birthday. I am planning a good weekend for myself. I am 22 today. (A.K.A. Old). I can no longer get away with saying "What? I'm just partying it up, I'm cool like that, you know, being young and stuff...". I guess relatively I'm still young to someone who's older than I, but still, I feel old a lot and have been for a while now. Especially in the presence of younger kids, like first-years at school.

Today:


Tomorrow:


Sunday:


'Lissa's coming up :D... With Angelo. I guess I had better clean up before then.

February 2, 2011

You know how some days you just want to listen to that music you only listen to occasionally, and you want to clean, and you want to do laundry because you're just THAT sick of it lying on the floor in the bedroom?
Yeah, I had one of those days today.

I did three loads of laundry, picked up stuff off the floor in the front room, kept the kitchen semi-clean (though, the bf DID do the dishes, so I can't claim rights for that one). I then cleaned the rat cage, played with the little guys a bit longer than I usually do, and listened to Adam and the Ants while I was making dinner.
You know, I just like Adam and the Ants occasionally. Through high school I had interest in them on and off. It's like Louis the XIV. Every once in a while, they just make me happy to listen to because it's a punky music. Upbeat, but usually with a serious tone to it. I don't know how else to explain it. I like it, it's not too upper that it's scary, but it's not a downer, either.

Jan 29 2011 Men+Dishes=no doing

How do you get a lazy boyfriend/husband/lover/housemate (that you live with) to do dishes? This is three days' worth of dishes that I have so far refused to do but will do this morning before I go to work--I have to leave at 12:00 for a 1-9:30 shift.



I have done them the last two times that they needed to be done, because I hate having dishes in the sink.
I am an egalitarian in that I DO NOT believe I should go to work, school, and do all the shopping, and make the food, and also clean up the whole house every day.
This is mostly because he does not do the majority of that. I do already, but I can't stand mess in the public side of my life. (My room on the other hand: I don't care if I have to step over stuff to get to bed. That's all I do in there anyway).
So how do I get him to clean the freakin' dishes in between video games and television? We don't even have cable!
So, how do you get them to clean? Anything? Without getting angry and stomping around? (Yeah, I'm trying out this new thing: Don't get angry at everything and maybe I won't die of being a stress-y A-line personality).

january 26/11

I have an idea. Instead of having an "r" in February, we should remove it altogether so that when people say "Febuary", it's still correct. If there's one thing that irks me, it's people saying "Febuary" and "Libary".
Say it with me: "Feb-ROO-ary" and "Li-bRary".
There are other words that are commonly mispronounced, and while I admit to doing some of the mispronouncing on occasion, I also cannot stand how often people say "Febuary". Case in point: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FvKE5xAZttc
That's not including the fact that she's saying "my arms get cold... in Febuary air."
Really?
Really?
I suppose that the only time that I'd expect otherwise was if she lived in Cuba, or Florida or some other warm, humid place. Then I'd worry if her arms were cold in Febuary.

On a lighter note, I made muffins and this is what they looked like:





I was all like, wow. Weird. They have funny tops. What did I do wrong this time?? But they taste like muffins. To be fair, the recipe said "Pour the mixture to fill 3/4 of the way up in the greased muffin tin".
There was absolutely no pouring in the mixture, as I was too busy trying to get the clumps thick glue-like mix off of the spoon. I followed the recipe though. Weird. They taste good anyway. Like chocolate chip muffins should.
And also: Smoothies :D


Also Also: Does anyone know why blogger suddenly started converting my pictures on the writing post page into code instead of the actual picture? It's quite a pain in the butt to move it around.

January 20 2011

I slept in today. I'm kind of embarrassed, because I missed an appointment with my senior tutor (See: a sort-of guidance counselor... kind of.)
And yet, at the same time, I also feel good. I got enough sleep. I feel okay. Not too well until I made myself a smoothie


in my magic bullet


(which, I have to say, is probably the Christmas present of the century-- that and my Whirly Pop are my most used presents... maybe the socks, too.) I suppose I use my camera a huge amount, too.
Anyway, I have to do some cleaning today; I also have hockey planned this evening so I have to find my snow pants (and some knee pads, my knee is still bruised from the LAST time I went out skating...)
And seriously, sleep in once in a while. It's good for the soul. And also the bad girl or guy that we all have in us.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go read the paper for the class that I also missed this morning.

Jan 16, 2011

Well, some of the cleaning was done that I had planned to do; I DID clean the kitchen, but not the table (no pictures of a clean kitchen as I went skating right after and the kitchen's a mess again--It's not my turn to clean it though, the bf gets to do that which is why it isn't done);
I did clean the front room and desk area's floor, but not my desk;



I did clean the bathroom. I did buy a sewing kit box for 5.99 (less 30%+taxes) from my work. I did not organize it yet. It's just existing right now.



That's okay though. I'm working on it. And I'll do more tonight. Unfortunately, the weekends are my working times when I find it the most difficult to get anything done. Anyway, off to work soon, so I'd better put the recipe books that I picked up yesterday away before this place gets to be a mess again.

Well, I've decided to do this. It's taken me a long time to admit it. I am a mess. My house is a mess. My places that should be organized are a mess. My organizers themselves are messes. I can't stand the mess!

And now that the essays that I've been slaving on are done (cough, avoiding like the plague, cough) I can get down to organizing like I was supposed to do twelve days ago.

My goal is to get it all done by my birthday so that I can have friends over without feeling like I do nothing all day. (Other than sit around, anyway)

Not even joking:

No. I don't have children. Just a boyfriend.

I won't even show you my bedroom. Not that you can see the bed. Too many clothes to be able to see that. On the floor. Folded on the chair. On the dressers. On. Not in.

My bathroom's doing okay too, but only because I'm obnoxious about it.

So, now that I've gotten it out there, that I'm messy and disorganized, and that I've finished the essays I had to do, so I have no reason not to get this stuff done now, maybe I'll do something about it.

Ha! I've witted my own excuse maker out.

I know, I know

I get it, Not off to a good start to a new year. I haven't posted in a long time.

I've been trying to catch up with everyone I ignored over the holidays. As a result, that has been me. Except for when I'm trying to catch up in school. Yeah. 'Cause holidays are when I am busiest, all the professors think it's a good time to catch up. Psyche. It's not. It's full of work, and picked up shifts, family, friends, other social stupid stuff...and an attempt (and huge failure) to get the house cleaned.Yep.

I have caught up with most of my friends. But for one... soon I should see him.

We're going bowling! Hopefully...

Not happening.

January 4th 2011

Yep. I still haven't organized my craft room. But I DID get these super cute hot mitt and hot pot holder from work yesterday!! 1.50, brand new, packaging still on them. Super cute, right?

The back of the hotpot holder says baaa... :D

That's really all I have to say, other than don't eat two large blueberry/strawberry smoothies within an hour. Yuck.

January 2, 2010

Sooo... Five of my friends that I went to high school with are now engaged.

<--One of my newer friends, the one I'm close to up where I live, is also engaged and I'm helping her out with the wedding as much as I can.

Two are pregnant.

Luckies.

I was reading a blog (randomly, I don't really try to actually realize which one I'm on. It doesn't make sense that way) and it had advertisements for these really cute kids with some pretty bad disorders. Clubfoot. Muscular dystrophy. HIV. You know, the bad kind.

I feel sad that they're adoptables. It's not fair that they are given up for adoption. I understand that they're probably better loved and helped now, but still... I wish I could do something. I don't have money to donate or time to give, and I certainly a)do not have the money to adopt one/time/patience/living arrangement/experience or b) a career to even fill out the forms that would come when I tried.

I always wanted to adopt a kid. For a long time as a young girl and into teenagehood, I wanted to foster; then I read that kids get bounced around a lot. When I got to my older teen years, I decided that when I was ready and willing, I would adopt a child--not a baby, a child. Some seven year old or maybe even older--eleven, fourteen, girl, boy. It didn't matter. It didn't seem fair that I got to work my butt off through high school to save money for gas when some teenagers were working on not getting killed, addicted to drugs, sucked into running away, etc... in group homes.

I just didn't think that was fair. I still don't.

I wish I could do something now.

You know, I always thought that I'd be able to do more as an adult. I wonder if that's not true. I can drink, sure; drive when I pay for insurance. But there's so much more that I wanted that I just can't seem to grasp. I wanted money, I wanted comfort; I wanted security and pleasant luncheons and afternoon teas with friends and sophistication.

I don't think I'm a sophisticated person. Maybe that's my issue. I expected Martha Stewart, tried to live up to it, and got... a futon mattress and a borrowed computer(from several people, different pieces, even). Oh well. I guess I'm going to be me for a long time. I'm an Aquarius and apparently I'm known for being all over the place and not committed to one idea... Maybe that's my issue here.

Ah, well. Live in the moment, I suppose. And I am who I am.

These guys are Becka and Pat. Ha!

Jan. 1, 2011

Happy New Year, people.

I won't make a true resolution list. I never do. I don't keep to them. Beyond that, as a student, my new year is always in September. That's when I usually vow to do homework and start anew, you know? Be healthy, stop procrastinating, work hard...

Not now. I'll just keep doing what I'm doing now.

Counselling, school, working, socializing... I've been working on them all since September. I always make new goals for myself, anyway; once a year doesn't work with me.

Well, that's slightly nicer to type: 2011. 2011. 2011.

I was planning on doing some organizing, all day today. I have the Saturday off, there aren't many places open. I was thinking about maybe taking my camera out to mess around on some of our trails, see if I can't get some shots of some wildlife.

Then this:

Euw. What a gross day. I don't really want to do anything. I'm tired. I'm sluggish. I didn't take my vitamin D yet, so that's probably not helping. I just really don't feel like moving. But I have to...

So, now, I'm going to go make me a smoothie (Wooh, Magic Bullet), organize some crafting supplies, and hopefully wash some windows, as mine seem to be pretty dirty, hahaha.

December 30, 2010

A note, in case my dates don't mesh with the date that blogger puts up: I count today as I'm writing this as yesterday's date still. Even though it's after midnight, I'm still awake, so I count it as yesterday still.

Just thought I'd clarify.

Anyway, so on one of the blogs that I read, there was a "Resolutions" entry.

I'm not a resolution-ing kind of person. I usually don't stick to my goals. Let's be serious who we're talking about here.

But I did like hers: Clean the craft space.

I can do that, I thought.

And I will chronicle the journey. Now she had this "start anew" thing, about cleaning it on the 1st of January. I hope to be nursing a hangover and sleeping in on January 1st after a Star Wars Movie Marathon.

Besides that, I have a feeling that it will take me a little bit longer to clean than one day. Even if I worked really, really fast.

Especially since I never actually had to organize craft stuff before. It was just papers, markers, glue, scissors: marker bin!

Here's what I've got as a mess now:

My kitchen, a "makeshift" sewing table... and kitchen table, and storage space...

One side of the craft room that I commandeered

and the other side of the craft room th at I store stuff on.

And that's not including my desk area. We won't get into that, even though I should be organizing it first since I work at it, like, every day or so during school.

But I got a new to me computer that runs well, and splurged on a wireless keyboard and mouse set...

Look, now I'm far away from my computer and ta da! Still typing to you!

So I shall be happy until it breaks again. And I also purchased some shoes, on sale for $11.00. Woohoo!

Until tomorrow (Tonight, to you people who are sleeping)...

And to all, Happy New Year Celebrations! Be safe and drink smart. Also, don't drink and drive. Seriously. I have to walk everywhere. If I were driving I wouldn't worry so much, but as a pedestrian... there is nothing separating me from your SUV's grill. Keep me in mind, if nothing else.

December 27/10

Christmas was pretty awesome. I got a new camera in replacement for the broken one (WOOh, Santa!) and so now there are randomly interspersed pictures throughout.

<--Panorama on my Camera!! Cool, eh? From Right to Left, it's my Dad, Uncle Bobo, and my mom's arm.

I did a few crafts with the sisters. A tonne of baking at the Grandma's.

I also got a Whirly-Pop (which is the coolest popcorn-popping thing since sliced bread... maybe even before) and a magic bullet...

Mmmmm.... Food. Tasty. Some of the stuff we do at Grama's for xmas.

And the nutcracker that I got was an M&M nutcracker. It's funny.

You eat the m&ms from his mouth that opens when you push the paddle at the back.

One day I'll figure out the boyfriend thing so that we can, you know, be TOGETHER around xmas. Yeah.

His mother's not "celebrating" Christmas anymore, but she still wants to have dinner and a family get-together, at Christmas. Makes Super-Duper sense, right?

Not really.

Sorry. Confusion is one of those things that I've learned I can't deal with. Illogical ideas are other things I can not wrap my mind around and therefore, they frustrate me.

I'll figure it out?