late nights, bright lights

A lot has happened to me. We'll go with recently. A lot has happened to me recently.

I got a job today. It seems like an exciting thing, and if I make it through training, it just might be exciting. The exciting part is not the work itself, which is answering phones, but the fact that I'll be making ten fifty an hour with the opportunity for daily bonuses. So yeah, it's about the money.

Not my first choice (not my last either); I'd rather be working somewhere where it IS about the work. One day, I suppose.

Craig is probably moving to Barrie. I don't even want to think about who convinced him that was his best move. I'm not going to fight him on it anymore. I'm honestly at the end of my rope. He needs to decide what he's doing, then hopefully CC me on it.

My other biggest... "fret" in life right now is my friends. I love them, yes I do. But they need to stop being so social workery all the time. I can tell when you're social-working, guys. You get that dreamy 'I can fix you, or at least give you some advice on fixing yourself' look. It looks like a cross between thoughtful and high on acid. :P

Somtimes I just need someone to agree with everything I say, then give me cuddles. I mean, sometimes I need the judgy, judgy eyes too though. We'll find the right balance sometime soon.

IN GREATER NEWS: My shoulder hurts less.

IN AWFULLER NEWS: the Toronto Zoo does not have binturongs (aka: bearcats). Alas and wo, I cannot 'do the bearcat'.

Okay, so my boyfriend can't cook. At all. Ever. And he won't learn. He refuses to use knives, or dump the water off cooked pasta because he's afraid of hurting himself. So I do virtually all the food making.

Tonight, I told him if he wanted seconds, he'd have to serve himself. We were eating sandwiches, for god's sake. So he's pulling stuff out of the fridge, and he asks me to supervise.

... Whatever. Sure. It can't hurt for him to learn something about food prep. He very timidly starts slicing cucumber but stops abruptly and asks me 'did you wash this knife?'

I said, 'I used it five minutes ago to cut cucumbers. I didn't WASH it, I rinsed it off. You're not going die.'

'No.' He says. Then he's gets this soft, patronizing look in his eyes and says- 'I meant since LAST time you used it. The time before today."- in the same tone that a mother asks the four year old if she remembered to put on clean underwear.

And now he's not speaking to me because I lectured him about 'I'm not a flaming idiot.'

Seriously. Next time I have to remind him I have more common sense than the regular kind of drooling brain dead monkey, I'm going to include a beating.

AGH.

Urgh.

I don't know how I feel right now. Probably sad. Craig left to go to Richmond Hill and he won't be back for almost three weeks. I'll be alone on Valentine's Day, which I guess isn't so bad because lots of people are. But we hhave been apart for not ever very long before so thirteen days without him, especially when I know he's in the hospital, will royally suck.

*sigh*

In other news, so totally stoked for the new place. Going to miss the old place (and roomies) but it's time for something fresh. I'm ready for a big life change.

Speaking of life changes, Craig and I, once we are fully moved in and he's back up, are going to get a kitty. We already know (oh my god) which little fluffbutt we're getting, too. His name is Oscar and he's the biggest slut I've ever met. 'Oh pet me pet me pet me, I'm going to snuggle your head and lick your hair and I wanna be your friend oh pet me pet me!'

^___^

I hope he's still in the rescue. He's been a little sick lately, so he just might be.

There another cat there called Cash and he also really struck my fancy. He's also very snuggly, but a little more aloof someties and kinda of nasty if you pick him up when he doesn't want you to...

Craig is really not liking the idea of a male cat (I don't know why) and would prefer a girl... Maybe Sorelle would like to come and live with us for a bit... Probably not. Craig and Sorelle probably wouldn't get along. They strike me as opposing personalities.

So in conclusion,

CATS, YAY.

Nurgh. That is what I say.

I seem to have come down with some sort of inhuman flulike thingy. UNCOOL. I am weak and whiny and sickly and hungry but nauseous. I blame germs. Germs. Nothing is on in way of daytime television. I'm watching freakin' dog agility races. It almost makes the flu worse.

I am still working on Craig. He is a very difficult nut to crack, but I have sheer cuteness on my side, so I think I'll get my way in the end. Yes folks, I might get a kitty.

You know those people in your life who do things that just get under your skin? Everyone does things that annoy other people right? Okay, fair enough.

Now, do you have those people who do things that are nigh inexcusable? The sort of things that make you stop and marvel that people that rude and flat out nasty really exist? Yeah, those people.

Well I have had much too much of those people in the last few days and I've only been home for two (days, that is).

And to make matters worse, the general consensus is that we (as a general 'my group of friends') really likes a few of the people that I want to have a talking to, and thus my 'talking to' them (which hopefully would turn bloody because I'm in a foul mood) would be unwanted.

I want someone out there to give me one valid reason as to why I'm not allowed to name names, call people on their mistakes and question motives. Why am I not allowed to say that Craig's roommate and his pechant for hurting my boyfriend is disgusting and that he needs to knock it off before something bad happens (to him, not to Craig)? Why am I not allowed to say that some things are just unacceptable when you have roommates and some people have the respect it takes to live with other while some people should be blacklisted from such activities? Why am I not allowed to say that his inconsiderate self and his operatic, squeaky-dog-chew-toy of a girlfriend really need to learn something the rest of us call manners and wait until everyone goes out/is not sleeping at two in the morning before they commence the festivites?

I, for one, am disgusted with the level of indecency which is suddenly acceptable. Maybe I am being protective of my boyfriend; I know he sometimes takes things the wrong way, and is very touchy when it comes to the subject of his roomies, but when I meet him and he's nearly in tears because of something that someone else has said to him, I think I'm entitled to be a little protective.

And for him to tell me he doesn't want me to say anything to anyone because he's afraid of what they will say back to him... My head almost exploded.

I understand that his roommates/their significant others probably hate me. I'm actually remarkably comfortable with it. Almost eerily so. But the fact that Craig is so worried about their reactions that he hurried me out of there so quickly this morning before they were awake that I couldn't grab my bag that has tampons in it; sorry folks, we have a problem. When I am literally left to bleed at the bus stop for forty minutes... the world is a sad, angry place and it makes me a sad, angry person.

I'm going back to Mama's for Christmas tomorrow. I'll be gone for about three weeks.

It feels really weird. Last year, it seemed a little more normal, but this year. I really feel like I'm on my own and going back to Durham just seems odd.

Three weeks away? That's a whole bizarre vacation that I'm not sure I'm ready for.

And two and a half weeks away from Craig? That will be the longest time we've been apart since we met over a year ago. It will be a lonely bed, I can say that.

Okay.

So after a full day of studying and half a full day of D&D at Ace's, I knew I would be too late to catch the bus home. So I asked Craig for his keys and for him to ask his roommates if it would be okay if I stayed there (because it's well within walking distance).

He said they said sure, but he would not give me keys because there is a spare key to the front door in the laundry room.

But the laundry room is locked in the winter. Maybe to stop laundry from being done in the winter, because that's normal.

So now he's (technically) on a date with another girl (they're friends). And I'm waiting for him to get back. For minimum two more hours.

Yeah, not really anyone's fault and just a stupid turn of events, but I'm still not happy about it.

I don't have the money for a cab home and nevermind that, I have no phone to call a cab. And everyone I know is at the formal dance (ew) so I can't even walk to a friend's place to stay for a few hours. ><

Curse you, fate. Curse. You.

Hello internet world, how are you?

My life has been pretty harried lately, but not necessarily in the bad way. Been spending more time at my place, which is the nicest feeling in the world.

Volunteered with the Canadian Red Cross on Sunday- I spent most of the day in medieval garb. It was a lot of fun, and if I'm any judge, I think they raised a significant amount of money. One of the very cute volunteer co-ordinaters took down my email address in case they have volunteer-monkey positions they want my help with later on. Hmm... A regular volunteering gig? I had that once, maybe I could have one again. Something to think about anyways.

Sparky took me out to the All Heart Pet Rescue. Guh. I both love and hate going to shelters like that. I love going because I can see all the dogs and kittens, but I hate it because I can never save them from the shelter (which is nice, but really, who wants to live in one?).

I want to volunteer there too, but it's a ways out of town and I don't have a car. I couldn't do the volunteering of money or donations, I could only volunteer my time. Ho hum and a bunch.

We're watching stupid BBC movies in Shakespeare class. Lammme. I mean, if it had have been a decent copy of the performance, maybe, but it's grainy and the audio is atrocious. I'm so regretting this class. Chimps could organize this class better. Chimps with accordions. Our prof is explaining things decently enough, but this class is lacking the one key concept I was led to believe mattered in English Studies: the SO WHAT? factor.

So far as my relationship status: Craig and I celebrated our seventh month a little bit ago and are coming up way too fast. (Damn you, slippery November.) I'm really happy with him. We have our disagreements, of course, and we get on each other's nerves like mad some days*, but it still feels so good. Sometimes I worry about his less-than-pristine dating track record, but then longer we're together, the more I seem to forget it. He's so damned cuddly, I find it hard to concentrate on insecurities.

*Okay, so he hallucinates 'crumbs' (which seems to be anything remotely hard or gritty and anything sized bigger than a medium-sized dust mite) in his bed. All the time, every night. He seems to think I have a large box filled with these 'crumbs' hiding somewhere, and that I liberally sprinkle handfuls of them all over his side of the bed when he's not looking every day. He constantly accuses me of getting 'crumbs' in his bed, and then it takes him forty minutes to vanquish his crumbly foes and settle down for the night. GAH.

Ace and Hedder got me addicted to Supernatural. Damn them and such, especially because I see it on the tv guide so often, but all the episodes on tv right now are late season two, early season three... And I'm still not finished watching season one. Curses. Kind of in lust with the cute brothers though. What is it with me and monsterkillers? Oh Buffy, I miss you.

Gah, 45 minutes of class left. Why can't it be over?

Trishka's 2nd birthday was the Friday before Thanksgiving. I can't believe she's two. She's at least six times smarter than I am. She knows sign language for gosh sakes! Freakin' adorable though. Like a cross between a gibbon and a delicious sugar cookie. Katie made her a shirt over reading week that advertised that she [Trishka, the wearer of the shirt] 'is proof my mommy puts out.' Really very charming, Katie, thank you.

But I got a shirt with our Bad News Bears logo on it. Yayyy. And on one sleeve it has my breast-related nickname from last year (Chesty LaRue) and the other sleeve says "I Saw Devin's Penis, 2oo7". The Devin's Penis Spotting Incident was a huge deal last year, when his boxers were pulled down at one of the 'Last Bash'es (yes, we had numerous Last Parties). It was also caught on video. I'm not sure if someone sits around and re-watches it occasionally... Weird thought.

I leave you with this:

"Shame to him, whose cruel striking,
kills for faults of his own liking."
-Measure For Measure

( huge quiz meme thing )

Hellllllooooooo world! I am back from my lovely little vacation to Chatham. I'm going to place all my blathering about the medieval faire behind a cut because I have ten hundred things to say it feels like.

My list of 101 Things in 1001 Days has been updated, specifically #5, 49, 60, 61, 65, 69 and 103. My current tally? TWO OUT OF ONE HUNDRED AND ONE(ish).

( On to the faire details )