cutie patooties

I've just been looking at baby pictures and I don't want to say who in case one day in the future in his/her attempts to learn more about me they find this entry after digging through cyber archive after cyber archive and go all, "YOU SAID WHAT ABOUT ME ON THE INTERNET!?!?"

And because that wouldn't be nice.

But, the point of the matter is that this person has really ugly baby pictures. He/she looks like a little old man which is not a good thing once you've gotten out of the newborn phase/when you're a baby and are automatically supposed to be cute. And so this brings up a very serious issue in my mind, especially because this person is related to me:

I really hope I don't have ugly babies.

Just a Saturday Night

This weekend has been the first weekend I've had off in a very long time. So I've been spending my Saturday playing computer games [The Sims 3, anyone?], trying to finish a wedding present [55.5/60 inches done! Foof.] and watching corny shows and girly chick flicks on tv [these movies are having Renee Zellweger are the leading trend] with my mum. 

Also, because the only Molly Ringwald film I've ever really been a fan of is The Breakfast Club, when Pretty in Pink came onto tv today, I came to the startling realization that John Cryer is Duckie. When mentioning this to my cousin I got a, "I love you but DUH." 

Apparently I am a Brat Pack loser. Although what can I say, I am of the Spice Girl generation.

Dear John Cryer, you are surprisingly cute in your youth - I'm very sad you've started looking like a fish.

Anyways. Tomorrow will be an extension of today, until I'm forced to deal with my chemistry project - which I unfortunately do not get to build an erupting volcano for but explain about nuclear energy or...something. Luckily Kyleman is prostar at this and is willing to help guide me through it [nonclamenture I can handle; talking about...hell, I don't even know what I'm supposed to be talking about, forgedda'bout it] so here's to hoping.

Oh my man

I wish I had something great, grand and exciting to say. Except I really don't other than Barbra Streisand and Glee soundtracks [ironically I rarely watch Glee I just really like youtubing the songs] make me pretty darn happy. And I've realized that I Dreamed a Dream [Glee version with Idina Menzel!] can make me cry...ish.

Always a Bridesmaid, Never a Bride

I finished rereading all of the Harry Potter books semi-late last night [definately bawled my eyes out at one part]. I think this time they hit me a lot more than when I read them the first time. To me, the Harry Potter books mark a significant  place during my childhood and early teenage-hood but they are definately some of those books that get better each time you read them because each time you do, you pick up more and more. True story.

Also I calculated from a date mentioned in the last book, that if Harry were a real person this year he would be turning 31. Again true story.

Today I had the joy and luck to be present while one of my best friends found her dream wedding dress, and my other friend announced they had picked a date and asked me to be a bridesmaid. While I am so very excited for them [believe me, I almost cried at the beauty of Jessica in her dress], I ended up just coming to a shocking realization:

No matter how many times I tell myself that Kyleman and I are getting married eventually, that we have a date all picked out and that we are essentially engaged, he just won't admit it...we are not engaged. We are not officially getting married. As of right now September 13, 2014 is just another date that has a lovely ring to it [and a diamond if a sister could get herself any].

Just when I was making such great progress into situated adulthood. Damn it.

"and in that moment we were infinite"

I think I am quite possibly coming to terms with my life. My life and I are finally content with each other. I had almost forgotten what a wonderful feeling that feeling at peace was.

It kinda feels like this: