the very thought of you.

It seems nobody except Kyle and I see a marked difference in the cleanliness of my room. Although my dog did like my uncovering of my chair for her to start napping in.

I seem to enjoy boxing the ends of my bed in with furniture; however, my bed doesn't seem to enjoy trying to keep a double bed sized duvet on its single bed mattress.

mashed potatoes with compliments

For the third time this week, ridiculous, I know, I ventured to Value Village with Kyleman and our lovely friend Olivia and again, I found marvelous things to buy [and marvelous chairs to ooh and sit in while going aah and wishing I had room to put them in], such as: a dress from Jacob [it does not, however, beat the vintage orange sherbert dress with peach chiffon I found Tuesday], a bronze vase with engraved painted fowers and a plain toothbrush holder for the house in the Gspot.

Alongside my brilliant finds, Taza from one of my favourite blogs to read, has graciously put on a shortened version of my happiness list on her blog - which really just added to the niceness of this Sunday!

The only thing that would make this nicer will be the shishkabobs and mashed potatoes which will be ready in a couple minutes!

gold drops

Tonight, something relatively ironic happened.

While spending a few late night hours at Kyleman's, I ended up almost passing out on his ridiculously soft blankets while spooning with two of his adorably adorable cats [and before being wounded by one when they were both startled to death and I screamed] because I in a blink I was ridiculously tired. Kyle, of course, starts trying to wake me up so I can drive home safely, almost deciding on me staying over since it is apparently "[I] would be too groggy. [Kyle] know[s] how [I] get once [I'm] tired. Lol it's hard to get [me] up" (S., Kyle, Text Message One Million and Eight).

But no! I persist and semi-wake up since I don't feel like calling my mother and come home. Come home to both my mother and my stepfather aside, quite preciously, sprawled out on the sectional with their heads touching and my dog wagging her tail.

I giggled and took a picture.

still in men's clothing

It was the best of times...

until my mother decided to phone and make comments about my so-called "abominable" messy room, that I need a part-time job until my full-time job starts and that I need to come home "at sometime".


Maman

It makes me want to sing Mama, I'm a Big Girl Now from Hairspray at her.
Note to self: You also, still, need to wash Mabel.

men's clothing

I'm so close to beating Paper Mario!

Unlike Kyle, who says he only "likes" it but is addicted.
I adore it. There is something about 3D environments with 2D characters that makes me giggle.
The end.

paper drawings

I've realized, after choosing that entry title, that I have not been drawing enough, or for that matter, art in general enough. It's sad, but not really part of this story.

This is my story for the day:

A minute after climbing into the shower at Kyleman's house, I realized I still had my heart necklace that Kyle got me for Valentine's Day on - something I've been attempting not to get wet. GASPING, I took it off quickly and reached out to place and dry it in the towel I had placed on the toilet lid.

Now, I've always been taught to turn the fan on while showering [especially after one steamy bath I had which, when I opened the door, set off the fire alarm!] but Kyle does not [no matter how many times I try to tell him he should] and so I've stopped bothering to turn it on at his house. Today I was very thankful for it because when I pulled back the shower curtain after wards the steam was so thick, the sunlight shining through the window seemed twice as lovely and like a 3d beam - pointing down directly onto my necklace, glittering away.

It made me really happy.

bathtub

Hearing Kyle be told by a nurse to "assume the position, sir!" made my giggle immensely.

marshmallows and pepsi

Just like Monopoly, the game of Risk brings all the world conqueror in you.
The main example is my boyfriend, who by the end was dubbed, "Hitler with a Jew 'fro" because he was unstoppable.

Atleast I got South Africa and the Congo back but I never got Ukraine back which broke my heart.

because I can't sleep.

I can't decide if the fact that I can't really fall asleep [on this particular night - the fact that I cannot fall sleep isn't new to me. In fact, it's plagued me most of my life] is because the last couple nights I've stayed up late-ish with Kyle while taking care of him post-surgery or that I'm attempting to sleep alone for the first time in about half a week.

I hate that once I had crawled into bed and was just staring at the ceiling, I felt like I had never had a break from sleeping at home and hadn't just spent wonderful sleep-filled nights at Kyleman's [really, I do sleep better when I'm with him. It's a fact]. I hate feeling like I had never left.

I do, however, love that I have essentially found the someone who I can mean something to [Where-ere-ere-ere is love?] and that I don't want to smother with a pillow in frustration after spending multiple days and nights with. I believe I told him last night, "I'm glad you love me the way you do. I've never had a boy who's loved me as much as you do."

Truth be told, I've never loved a boy as much as I love him or had the love returned.

I'm very tempted to call him and see if he's sleepless too. More than likely though, he's fast asleep.

I'm also losing things apparently today.

I don't know where my iPOD is - even though Kyle said him and Warren couldn't find it at his place, I bet it's either there or in my car.

And I don't know where my phone charger is. I bet it's still plugged into Kyleman's power bar.

Sigh.

love list

Here is a list of things that make me ridiculously happy since I am not feeling quite that ridiculous or happy as of right now:

1. tea cups and saucers from Value Village
2. comfy cushioned rocking chairs
3. milky, sweet tea
4. Scrabble
5. Planet Earth documentaries [especially the Birds of Paradise]
6. jumpers
7. chocolate eggs
8. cuddling with Kyleman
9. hanging out in my bathrobe after a shower
10. letters in the mail
11. Mabel
12. sausage Mcmuffins with hashbrowns
13. apple juice
14. drawing
15. pretty panties
16. staying up late nights reading
17. rain
18. the smell of cut grass
19. playing monkey in the middle with my dog and the wall
20. the Beatles
21. dresses
22. Kyle's hand on my waist
23. bum-spooning with my dog in the mornings
24. sleeping until your body wakes you up
25. sleep overs at Kyle's
26. Greek fries
27. pretty stationary
28. household goods in Value Village
29. planning my future house decor
30. cupcakes


You know I'm most likely sad if I'm listening to a playlist comprised of only Joni Mitchell.