december baby

So tomorrow is my birthday. I am turning the big 2-3, which, to me, is a lot more exciting than 22. There seems to be nothing exciting about 22, it's the let-down of the early twenties. I mean, 19 you're legal to drink [haha American teensters], 20 you've left teenagehood, 21 you're legal in every country of the world and 22.....nadda. At least at 23 it's the milestone of being halfway to 25 which is halfway to 30 and therefore officially exiting "young adult" and just being an "adult". Exciting! [I already feel like I'm in my mid-twenties rather than still in the beginnings of them, which probably also contributes to my lack of excitement for 22; thank gosh it'll only last for one more day!]

Thus tonight a bunch of my favourite people and I are going out for dinner. And tomorrow night my absolute favourite person [Kyleman, duh] is taking me out again. I am spoiled with lurve.

Before being spoiled with lurve though, I've been spending my afternoon making some gingerbread deer.

I had fun experimenting with icing and facial expressions appropriate for deer. Including a Harry Potter deer.

[his scar got a little less lightning mark like due to the slight liquidy property of my fly by the seat of my pants icing]

Also also I've almost finished my Christmas knitting. The only thing left is some ribbing on Kyleman's sweater. Due to the fact that it's a pattern from the 70s and I wasn't thinking that I should block it before seaming, the length worried me a bit and so I made him try it on early. Which I'm glad I did as it'd really only be perfectly long enough if he wore higher pants. Unfortunately he is a modern man and wears low slung everything [don't worry I'm not talking about wigger-style; his boxers are always covered!] and therefore I was forced to add on a couple extra inches of ribbing along the bottom. Le sigh. Well better now than on Christmas day in front of all our family.

groovy love

Lately I've been having a wee bit of insomnia. This insomnia apparently really bothered Kyleman last night as while he was contently ready to sleep, I fidgeted my way across the bed and back again until at least 2 in the morning when he just spooned me so hard I couldn't move. I'm serious.

[On a side note, I'm watching an episode of Friends and they are using the coolest chopsticks/knife and fork combo utensils EVER. They're like sporks but chopsticks on one end and a fork or knife on the other. Awesome? yes.]

Anyways. Other than the mad fidgeting spree I went on, I....need to fix this whole not-wanting-to-sleep-at-a-reasonable-time thing. I blame my afternoon shifts and the ability to sleep in until 10am. Mm yeah. That's what I'm blaming it on.

Also, in tribute to the final Harry Potter movie [mmm, can you tell I'm slightly obsessed?] I knit a pair of socks  from a pattern entitled Hermione's Everyday Socks and let me tell you they are awesome.

I love Harry Potter. And I officially love this Petunia Clark song after hearing it while cuddling with the Kyleman during a rare morning of privacy and laziness that reminded me of all the weekends we spent in the G-spot [dirty joke not intended]. It just cements in my head a hazy, sunshine-filled memory. Those are the loveliest.

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.

Mission HP

If anyone recalls, last summer during my immensely boring unemployment, I went through a self-proposed challenge of reading every Jane Austen novel successively, which I did successfully [see the word pun there? Har har har!] within a fairly reasonable amount of time. That is why in preparation of the newest and last installment of Harry Potter movies, I have started rereading the books.

Currently I am about half way through the fourth book and I can tell you I am definately not regretting this challenge as much as I did when I was halfway through Mansfield Park [to clarify, I only regret having to reread Mansfield Park - it's a terribly tedious book and all of the characters really annoy me. Although I can appreciate Austen's attempt].

I think the Harry Potter [does Harry Potter really need to be italicized? Who knows] books and movies are perfect examples where they show how much movies actually cut out details and sub-plots from the original books. As I write this, I am simultaneously watching The Philosopher's Stone and I'm amazed at how many big and little things they've changed to make the movie "better" [it's not actually better, p.s.]. I mean, they've changed a good quarter of the book, which is possibly the smallest book of the series which makes it quite sad that all the brilliant details and sub-plots of the bigger books will go to waste on a cutting room floor somewhere.

I actually cheated a little bit last week when I was really excited to finally gotten all the Harry Potter movies [for some reason, I only owned 1 and 3. Thank yoooou HMV for having the rest on 2 for 20! {And Deathly Hallows part 1 is currently en route from Amazon!}] and was in great need to watch one. So instead of starting with the obvious first one [having already finished the first book] I decided to watch Goblet of Fire, which I am reading right now.

That might have been a bad decision. Starting reading it, I dreaded reading it as I had already been reminded of the major happenings, thanks to the movie. However, now I am more focused and interested in all the little details, characters and sub-plots the movie people have deemed unworthy. Is sad, no? And this is why books will always, always win.

Although I do thoroughly enjoy the movies. Except the fact that Daniel Radcliffe has blue eyes instead of green. The fact that they did not attempt to force his 11 year old self to wear coloured contacts or do ANYTHING seems like blasphemy. BLASPHEMY.

Anyways.

HP rules, Twilight drools.

Neville Longbottom was always my favourite

So I've found myself sitting in my housemate's room watching Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix...alone. Yes, I've inadvertently taken over her room after she left to go to work after getting hooked on the beginning of the movie.

Though I've had several debates with myself about whether or not to turn it off anyways since I hate moody Harry. People can keep their Harry, maybe even their Ron, Seamus and Cedric...I'd take Neville anyday.

Just don't tell Kyleman.