So for halloween, Mark and I dressed up as Jessie and James from Team Rocket, from Pokemon.
(If you don’t know them, or even if you do, watch this)
We looked AWESOME and so many people told us so! And little kids got excited when they saw us, oh it was awesome. We went trick or treating, and everyone I talked to said we were too old (19), but no one at any houses we went to said anything. One person made us sing so we sang that chant. Poor old guy didn’t get the joke. We got 9 lbs of candy. I have managed to refrain from eating all of it at once (so far) so I have not yet gained 9 lbs.
After trick or treating, we went back to my friend’s house to watch a movie and drink. We watched The Fly (1986). The Simpsons episode where Bart goes into a teleporter and turns into a fly was based on it. (So synopsis in a nutshell: man goes into teleporter with fly, gradually turns into fly) It was so gross! And at a slow part of the movie we got talking about gross things that we’d seen and of course, Two Girls One Cup came up (if you don’t know what that is, you’re better off not knowing. SERIOUSLY). One guy said something like, “yeah it’s a lot less scarring to think about now because I’m drunk” and that made me laugh, which made Pomegranite Mike’s Hard Lemonade shoot out my nose into my hand. My miniskirt had ridden up, but I was under a blanket, so prior to that it was OK. I had my hands full of Mike’s, so I said to Mark, “as I stand up, pull down my skirt so I don’t moon everyone” so he grabbed my skirt when I stood up. But he pulled it down too far and I mooned everyone anyway (I was in a thong too so uber awkward). My nasal cavity was too full of liquid for me to actually be embarrassed. Good times.
And otherwise… well I thought I failed a paper, and then in class the prof was saying the lowest mark was a C. I was really excited that I got a C on it (and not a D or F like I was expecting). Then I got the paper back and I got an A! I was so happy!
And I am also spending this long weekend all by my lonesome, since Mark and his family are off to a wedding (6+ hour drive away, probably longer in this weather). There’s two theories as to why I was not invited: only COUSINS were invited, not boyfriends/girlfriends, because both sides have big families. Which is fine by me, but I was talking to another cousin (granted she is older and lives on her own) but she was invited +guest. If she hadn’t already RSVP’ed, we were joking about me going as her guest, and then having a very public breakup at the wedding. She’s the kind of person who would love that to happen at her wedding, but we don’t think this couple would appreciate it as much as she would.
The other theory was that I got fairly drunk at the last wedding (uh well that’s not theory, that’s fact), and the mother of the groom (my boyfriend’s aunt) would not approve of my behaviour. I’m leaning more towards that. But seriously, I know how to behave myself (now). I wasn’t as experienced with alcohol, and that wedding had an open bar.
And my third theory is that it would be awkward with hotel rooms and parents (his sister and cousin are staying at another cousin’s, but his parents, brother and he are all staying in a hotel room together). If I came, we wouldn’t all fit in a room, so it would be either me and him, or me and his mom (and someone would have to pay for the hotel room, and I wouldn’t mind, or at least splitting it, but they’d feel obliged to pay (because they’re like that).
So all in all, it’s no surprise that I’m not going, but it was really awkward at Thanksgiving when everyone was asking me if I was coming, and I kept having to say no. Gah.
Anyway. I should be studying (but I’ll probably just go on Facebook). Question: have you ever been un-invited to something?
A true story:
On Friday, October 13, 2006, Mark came to my house. We were chatting on MSN and he said “what’s your address, I’m coming over to watch a movie.” For some reason, I gave him my real address. And for some reason, he actually came. Mapquest told him that my house was in the middle of the road, and my house number was impossible to see, so he just guessed. He rode his bike over. I opened the door and said, “you actually came?!” My basement couch was COVERED in laundry (yes covered, there was nowhere to sit). I cleaned it quickly and Mark put his copy of Thank You for Smoking in my DVD player.
Watching that movie felt really awkward. The lights were on, and we sat kind of far apart on the couch.
It was around 9:00 when the movie was done, but I wasn’t quite ready to let him go yet. So we went for a walk around the forest. I trusted him completely, for some reason (if he was going to rape me, it would have been then). He realized I wasn’t very steady on my feet in the dark, so he made sure that he walked on the side with the drop whenever there was one.
We came out and walked around the rich neighbourhood next to mine. Then we had the brilliant idea to sneak onto the golf course. We both slipped through the fence on one side and then just wandered around. I kept bumping my hand on his, and EVENTUALLY he got the hint (now he tells me he wasn’t sure if it was just by accident or if I did it on purpose haha). And we held hands as we walked back to my house.
As we said goodbye outside when he was getting his bike, I saw my kitty and grabbed him because I was terrified that Mark would try to kiss me. He didn’t (possibly because the cat was there).
The Wednesday following, we went for another walk, and we had our first kiss at sunset in the forest. It was beautiful… what a fantastic day.
I still can’t believe it’s been two years. My friends are complaining that it makes THEM feel old. I feel a little old too, because I remember most events in the last 2 years much better than anything in the 17 years before that. I dunno, it’s odd. I’m seriously happy now, and I hope that we spend the rest of our lives together. ♥
For some reason, I am completely enchanted with Pat “Captain Eyebrows” Boone. We saw a clip of him in music, and for some reason, I like listening to him.
Certainly not my style of music, but I think he’s kinda smokin’. I’m strange, I know. He’s my grandma’s age now (but back then, he was kind of dreamy, don’t you agree?)
Speaking of Dreamboats, the “man I will undoubtedly marry,” Brandon Flowers, has shaved off his moustache. I haven’t blogged about The Killers in literally years (well since he grew the moustache). But they were on SNL, and my love has been rekindled. How sad, I’ve reverted to my 15-year-old fangirl ways (SHIT I was actually 15!!! It’s been four years, I now feel old).
Anyway, after the moustache fandango, I dumped Brandon for a much better (and cleanshaven) boy. Who I am very happy with even though he’s not a zillionaire selling #1 records and such.
Anyway, enough of me being weird, I’m now going to gush about how much I love my (current) cleanshaven boy.
It was really random, last night we were talking and cuddling on his bed, and he randomly said “I’m happiest when I’m with you.” I know it’s not much, but he NEVER says anything mushy or romantic to me. I don’t expect him to, that’s the way he is. But when he does, I guess it’s that much more special.
We also watched an episode of Pokemon. I forgot how much I love that show! I’m dressing up as Jessie for Halloween and Mark is going to be James. OH YEAH. And we’re going trick-or-treating, which is my FAVOURITE holiday activity EVER!
Anyway, after that episode of Pokemon, I went to go lounge on the bed some more and Mark pounced on me (also something he never does). He pinned my hands down and said something like “I’m gonna tie you up!” And then paused for a moment, then said “There is a flaw in my plan. I’m lacking bedposts.” And we just cracked up and laughed for a long time. I think my favourite thing about Mark is the way we can just laugh together, we have harmonious senses of humour.
I love him so much it hurts. I want to be with him for the rest of my life, I know this. But we’re too young and it’s too early to make that kind of commitment. I hope it happens though, but I can’t control the future. It’ll be two years next Monday that we first got together. I’ll tell that charming story most likely in my next post, because I love telling it. This post is getting long as it is.
Good night, and I probably won’t post again this week, so happy Thanksgiving if you’re Canadian! Question: Describe your first love (OK not really a question, shut up and tell me about it)
So I just did a whole bunch of writey stuff and it got eaten because I pressed cmd+R instead of T for a new tab, but I guess I’ll just rewrite. It’s moaney and complainey but I don’t care, I’ll do what I want because this is my blog!
I got sick again last week, it started with a sore throat on Thursday, and I went home early, and got my dad to drive me to my night class so I could drop off my assignment, then I went straight back home. Friday I stayed home too, but I went to the vet and to Petsmart and got one of those cat drinking fountains. I think Peanut and Kip like it, but Gus won’t go anywhere near it.
Peanut is not very happy, he had an abscess near his bum, that I have to put cold gel on twice a day. He was admitted last Saturday and stayed till Monday, and then went back on Friday, when the vet picked off his scab. He’s going back on Wednesday to get the staples out, and hopefully his stitches.
On an unrelated topic (thank goodness), I’ve been weird lately. I start feeling panicky whenever Mark says bye to me (whether on the phone, MSN or in person). I hardly ever see him, so it’s so hard to say goodbye, even though I know he’s close, and I can see him fairly often. I don’t know what to do about this… it makes me sad…
And on another (somewhat un-related) note, I’m thinking of moving out. Problem is, my parents do not approve whatsoever. I can understand that it might not be the best idea financially, but otherwise, I don’t see the huge problem. I want to have my own life, outside of these people. I don’t feel like anything has changed since I started grade 1. Now I can drive, which I couldn’t in high school. I still have the same job, I have even LESS friends now (which could be different if I was able to move out). My parents still cook and clean for me (or else I make KD for myself, which I’ve been doing since I’ve been old enough to be left alone with the stove). They buy groceries too. I do my own laundry (unless I forget it in the washer), and I pay my Visa bill once a month. And that’s it. I’d like more independence, I’d like more responsibility, that doesn’t involve me in this house any more.
However, I do have some happy good news! I’m going to Chicago! And Disneyland! Both next year. Disneyland for Reading Week (middle of February) and Chicago for Lollapalooza (beginning of August). That, I’m excited about. Not excited about the cost, my stupid plane ticket cost almost $1000 to Chicago! But I booked through Orbitz so if the price goes down and someone else books, I’ll get money back. Mark booked through Aeroplan and I had to be on the same flight, so that’s why I booked like a year in advance.
Anyway. Enough about me. Do you live at home? If not, how old were you when you stopped living at home?
So I started school. Yay! I don’t have my favourite Spanish teacher in the world any more, but the new one is quite good though. My music teacher is a complete burnout, and I’m just waiting for an LSD flashback. I’m also in Comparative Literature, which is charmingly abbreviated as C LIT. I have to finish reading the Epic of Gilgamesh. I have read 9 of the 11 tablets (yes tablets, it’s from Mesopotamia. It’s translated though). I still have no idea what is going on. Of course there is linguistics, I don’t have much to say about that except my prof is TALL. And so is the TA. What gives? And lastly, there is Religion 274, Witchcraft and the Occult. That’s a cool course.
Speaking of teachers, apparently one of my high school teachers is suing the principal! The principal allegedly wanted the teacher to bump up his daughters’ marks, and the teacher refused, and it resulted in harassment, and a leave of absence and a $2.1 million dollar lawsuit. In Canada!
I’ve also been hanging out with friends more, and not as much with Mark. If I can keep myself busy, I don’t really notice how much I miss him as much. I still miss him but it’s not at the front of my brain, just a little nagging at the back. Borderline bearable.
Mark’s cousin is having a wedding in Saskatchewan. He said I was invited, but I talked to his mum and I’m not. Not that I’m mad, I mean the bride and groom each have about 20 (biological) aunts and uncles, so it was a big decision whether to invite the cousins or not (they did, but no girlfriends/boyfriends). I’m OK with it, but I now have Remembrance Day weekend to hang out by myself haha.
I also got my old job back, but I’m now in a different department. It’s the China dept. I’m excited, and I start Friday. Mark’s friend is going to teach me standard if his car is working on Saturday. I’m excited but so nervous! And how should I make it up to him? I’m thinking gas gift cards, but if anyone has any ideas, that would be really helpful. Sunday I also work. Jeebus, I’m busy!
I also start my volunteering tomorrow night. I work with Safewalk, they’re a service that escorts people around campus at night. I’m excited for that, I loved it last year, and the walking is good for me. I’m also starting Fencing whenever registration starts, and yoga next week. I’ll be one fit little bird!
AANNDD that’s about it for my exciting (not) life. Adios! Question: Who is/was your favourite prof/teacher?
