the little prince

Kyleman truly is his most gorgeous when he is asleep - although, I assume that a lot of people are believed to be most at peace when asleep which helps cause this gorgeousness. This one time I woke up and when I looked up at his face, there was a little bit of moonlight shining in directly on him and all I could think about was how he was this perfect prince. And he really is.

Peter Pan syndrome

Lately I've been discovering that I, a girl who seems - no matter how hard I try - to be in a consistent mind set of being 8 on most occasions, am growing up. What scares me more though is the increasing number of people I've known for years in school getting engaged, pregnant, or both. This somehow seems to be freaking me out a lot lately, even though I know in my head that I am practically engaged myself to my lovely Kyleman, and throws me into a tizzy that they are doing this and accepting it when we are only 20 and [at least in my mind] way too young.

We are growing up and I am beginning to not want to, even though I do, which lands me in a truly dreadful dilemma.

WWPPD: What Would Peter Pan Do?

life is a highway

In my dreams, I am a horrible driver. Not even that in dreams I disobey traffic laws and swerve all over the place - usually my car enforces a lot more power than I do and the brakes don't work at all/all that well no matter how hard I push down on them, thus causing me to usually swerve.

Last night I dreamt I was backing my dad's old truck into a parking space [something I have been trying to do a lot more lately in my own dear Mabel] and this person was standing off to the side cheering me on on how well I was handling the truck - until I backed up too far through the drive through spot and had to pull forward again. I feel like the connection with this is I always seem to do perfectly peachy backing in when I'm by myself or with Kyle. Anyone else and I usually either have to give up or try try again. It's uncanny and highly irritating.

Something that is also irritating are leany back offices chairs that you can't sit up straight and type in and just makes your back hurt if you try. Not cool.

oh, those beautiful boys

Kyleman and I are going to be playing house for the next couple days since my parents have gone away camping til Wednesday. It was somewhat remarkably easy to get up this morning with him beside me - I thought I would have to pry myself out of bed because I just love cuddling with him that much. There is also always this sense of awe when I first look at him when I wake up in the mornings because he is so gosh darn beautiful. Oh yes, beautiful. But as my brother would say, "boys are handsome. Not [beautiful]" [Noah, age 4].

impatient me

I am completely impatient sometimes. Like when it comes to waiting for my Sims 3 to arrive in the mail [driving poor Kyle crazy with my newest daily ritual of making him walk to his mail box with me to see if it's there]. Even my stomach is impatient and refused to wait another hour until I could go on dinner and instead made me search through the cupboards and eat a healthy 'oats and flax' oatmeal that while my stomach appreciates it, my tastes buds did not without the added sugar.

1880

In 1880 a 16 year old boy named Tenick Boyns Robinson died and was buried in the Oshawa Pioneer Harbour Cemetery, now moved to the Bonnie Brae Point Cemetery.

Mostly, because I love his name, I have a small dead person crush on Tenick - it's sad but true, and in my mine not usual. How many people have crushes on dead movie stars? Mine just happens to be a nobody with a cool name [the story actually is that his first name was the maiden name of his father's first wife and his middle name was his mother's maiden name. His poor mother].


The last two days I've been at work I haven't really wanted to work so of course, I've been making semi-complicated and varieted lists in hopes they will actually help me one day and for my own amusement. Yesterday in my head seemed constantly like Friday and now that Friday is actually here, it feels like the week has dragged on so much that I need a nap.

On a happier note though, Kyleman and I went on a the first date in a long time together and enjoyed dinner and the movie Up in 3D. I highly suggest it.

lost, not sold

The first time I watched A Streetcar Named Desire I made Kyleman wait for love and kisses after his long journey up to the G spot, while I finished watching the end; and I couldn't decide if I was satisfied or not.

Marlon Brando as Stanley was perfect. Young Marlon always makes me pretty happy, as Stanley he made me particularly happy even if he is supposed to be a rough character you aren't supposed to particularly like. When they say that Marlon shouting his infamous line, "Stella! Stella! Stellaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" is fabulous, it truly is heart-wrenching. In the end I thought he was the sanest character though.

Stella seems to be the sane one throughout most with only her constant babying of Blanche and annoying me. This is especially true in the very end when Stanley makes the right decision for them all and Stella announces to her baby girl that he'll never touch either of them again and runs upstairs to the neighbour. Weirdo.

The infamous Blanche DuBois is such an over-dramatic, vain, Southern belle who turns out to be a former prostitute [or atleast sex maniac] kicked out of her teacher's job for getting mixed up with a 17 year old and becoming absolutely insane. In conclusion this inner 16 year old 40 year old gets put into an insane asylum - and well deserved - making me quite happy. But, if there was one part in the movie that made me feel bad for Blanche, it would be when her intended beau rejects her face to face after hearing of her history and essentially tries to rape her. Vivien Leigh is quite brilliant as Blanche though.

I've also decided that the ending would be a lot more perfect if they didn't have the aforementioned 'Stella announces to her baby girl that he'll never touch either of them again and runs upstairs to the neighbour' situation.