ceramic bird.

NOTE: this entry is really just a big complaint about my room. Be advised.I

'm running out of time to do everything. When I think of winter holidays, I think of numerous, copious days in which to do loads of stuff and still be able to sleep in. This has not been the case this winter holiday. No, no it has not.

Between the actual holiday days, family events due to holiday days [doubled this year because of my newly adopted boyfriend family], and just plan whoosh, I feel like I have no time to do what I really wanted to accomplish this break: cleaning and rearranging/decorating my room. NOTE: I was slightly extra peeved since I only got my room back yesterday when I was told I'd have it back for winter break and thus have lots of time to do what I had to do.

So far my room is almost clean [except now I'm afraid to put things that I'm taking back to school with me in their proper places because in a couple days I'm just going to have to take them out again and pack] and new arrangements of furniture are flying around my head...but I don't really want to move all my furniture myself - I'd probably wreak my back worse than it already is. Also my mum refuses to let me move my hope chest somewhere else.

Really, I have too much stuff and too little time to do everything. It's already 2pm and I have until 5 to really get down to the nitty gritty [Kyle gets bored when I clean and make him entertain himself] and get things done. And shower. Well, I guess that could wait until after 5.

I need a time machine.

Moving Day

Today, after many months spent abroad on the couch [and at my other home in general], I have finally reclaimed my room. Now all I have to do is clean it. Goody.

Boxing Day Laziness

Originally today Kyle and I were going to venture forth to Toronto and go to the ROM, which we both have been dying to do for a long while now [who wouldn't want to go to the ROM? It is a very fun time with all the dinosaurs, swords, mummies and other erroneous things] but we decided after calculating total bus scheduling, how much time we'd need to successfully conquer the ROM, and what time we needed to be back by [unfortunately around 5 or 6 because I am on dog duty tonight while my parents take their turn to venture to Toronto and spend the night] we figured that we'd be too rushed [and no one wants to be rushed past anything at the ROM] and would have to get up too early - so we have postponed our ROM trip...once again. Our rain date is the 1st though: spending our 6 month anniversary there sounded like a lovely idea since we were going to be in Toronto anyways.

Anyways, this decision was made around 1:30 last night/morning which was then proceeded by our Kyle at driving me home and getting into my house, which was unsuccessful. I had forgotten my keys on the key rack inside my house, and after 15 minutes of searching for the spare one, I gave up, wrote a note to my parents saying I was going back to Kyle's because I didn't want to wake anyone up and left. I'm glad I made Kyle walk up to the door with me.

So because of this incident I am now currently sitting on Kyle's couch with a blanket over my head waiting for him to get out of the shower because we have things to do and dogs to feed. I'm also partially blind since last night when I took my contacts out [and put them each in their own separate bowl of water] my right eye has been stinging and occasionally watering [very annoying, I might add] so I'm too afraid to put my contacts back [especially now that they've been soaking in water: I don't actually think water is a good thing for contacts] because I'm afraid my eye is going to sting even more horrendously and go all red again. Luckily it's almost the end of the month and I can switch contacts....once I get back to the G-Spot.

On a truly exciting without a bad twist to the ending - for Christmas my darling Kyle got me tickets to see the Nutcracker Sunday which I am very, very excited to see and get dressed up for. I'm just hoping the dress at the back of my closet still fits.

Hopefully that dress at the back of my closet still fits.

snow

Yesterday I got back from Cuba, which was lovely [aside from the heat rash and mild disagreement on my stomach's part] and warm. I managed to get a lot [and by a lot I mean over 200] of pictures, like these:

We went horse back riding, my first time, and the guide took us down to a beach and made us go through the water. I'm pretty sure my sneakers are still soaked.

One view down onto the beach. Beaches are always lovely, and always a favourite.

We celebrated my birthday: I even got my mum to do shots.

Now I'm home and have to catch up with my Christmasy things - ie. finish wrapping presents, and attempt to de-thaw cookie dough.

Tonight is Christmas Eve with my lover's family which shall be exciting as I've already established my lovable reputation with them over a wedding weekend earlier in the year [as I was typing this, Kyle's cousin Karen sent me an endearing 'yo bitch' message on Facebook telling me to be there tonight with my dancing shoes. I feel the love] so I'm excited. They apparently exchange gag gifts at Christmas but in some random way which Kyle really hasn't explained to me [aside from 'my aunt punked this awesome moose from me last year'] so I have no idea how it's going to work aside from that I didn't have to wrap my present [which was a mini disco ball: which, while cool, I think is slightly uncreative].

Christmas is my favourite holiday. I think it's going to be positively brilliant this year. All my free time is starting to be eaten up by plans: Dads tomorrow, possible ROM plans on Boxing day, sledding Monday, casino [!] Tuesday, New Years Eve quite probably in Toronto Wednesday, Kyle's and my 6 months New Years day [corny to celebrate, I know but it's a first for both of us so it's tres exciting] which might include a day in Toronto but atleast a lovely dinner, then going to see We Will Rock You in Toronto the 2nd [birthday present from ma maman! how exciting!]. I'm also trying to organize a belated birthday bash with my Shwa crew.

So really, I barely have any time left. I definately need to make a schedule.

Gilligan

This is my story of the day. It may or may not be exciting but it made me rant a fair bit when I got home:

Today I called in to the local pharmacy to see if I could grab some pills this afternoon so I would have them for Cuba [I forgot the originals at Fort Abraham, my other home], and they said sure and to pick them up in half an hour.

Half an hour, my bum.

When I got there after searching by one lady, it led to the conclusion that there wasn't actually any of my pills in stock.

"Can you come back tomorrow to get them?"
"No, I'm sorry, I can't; I shall be out of the country tomorrow."

So I was told they should be getting them in around 4, so I have to walk back around then to get them. Luckily I'm planning on waiting until Kyle's on his way that way I'll meet him at the bus stop and then force him to walk with me.

Actually it's really not that far. 7 minute walk or less, perhaps.

In other news, my fish, Gilligan, has been set up on my desk and my stepfather has insisted on a pump in his bowl so occasionally little spurts of water end up on my hand. I don't think Gilligan actually likes the pump. His depression comes out more when there's a pump nearby.

True story.

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I have the weirdest dreams. Ok, maybe not the weirdest. I'm sure someone's had more effed up dreams than I have.

One of the weird things about my dreams is that almost nothing in real life will have the same layout as it will in my dreams - and the layout in the dreams will stay the same from dream to dream, even if the dreams are months apart.

I've had the same mental layout of Disney World for years.

eight days

Today is somewhat the crunch time for me.

In other news, this is what I accomplished the other day:
These two have started my love for plastercine [what I used really wasn't called plastercine but I didn't pay that much attention to the label before I torn it off in excitement] and now I wish I had come up with the idea a while ago so I could just make animals for everyone.