acceptance

I finally got accepted into the awesome program I wanted to be in.
Except now I don't know what to do.
I had geared myself so hard into believing that I wouldn't get in....that I'm not prepared now for getting in.
I'm incredibly happy with where I am right now.
But then I could probably get so much farther with this program.
But I don't think I can manage the full-time program and both part time jobs at the same time. And I don't think I can switch down to part-time.
I'm really hoping I can defer.
I don't know what to do.
And I'm slightly freaking out.
I'm going to wait for the actual acceptance package [acceptance emails are never as exciting or informative - literally, I had to go on OntarioColleges.ca to even find out which program I had gotten in to] before I start freaking out [more] hardcore and address the options full-out with my bosses.
But for now I'm going to try and defer.


I think?

the proper way to cook mushrooms

An interesting tidbit I truly appreciated this evening about mushrooms was the fact that when sautéing them in a copious amount of olive oil and butter is that during the first couple minutes they soak up all that glorious fatty goodness. And then after browning a wee bit, they release it all again. Amazing! I learned this while cooking Julia Child's beef stroganoff, or more formally, Sauté de Boeuf à la Parisienne [unlike this girl's though, I cut my beef into stew-style cubes]. It is delicious and wonderful with noodles or steamed green beans and whole baby potatoes.

There is something about cooking that is very relaxing even when hot oil is sputtering all over you. I love the look of a nicely arranged plate of delicious food.

In other news, I have acquired another bridesmaid dress. I am slowly becoming that chick from 27 Dresses. When I alerted Kyleman to this and politely [ok, maybe not so polite as highly suggested slightly more on the demanding side] told him to propose to me soon so I wouldn't sink into "always-a-bridesmaid-never-a-bride" syndrome. He told me no. Eh, I knew it was a long-shot anyways.

Anyways, I've just realized how late it was and since I've FINALLY been getting some decent sleep the last couples nights [last week was sleep hell. I think it might have actually been a combination of staying up late and getting up late and the extra heat from all the blankets on my bed: the trouble is, my room is super cold when I get into bed but by the morning I'm boiling. Constantly a lose-lose situation] I don't want to jinx it by losing all the good work I've done of depriving myself of sleep until I was forced to go to bed early to survive.

Ok, it might not have been as dramatic as that. But hey, I'm tired and in my brain that's how the history goes.

Obviously time for bed.
Ta.

the end of an era.

This morning/early afternoon I saw the newest and last Harry Potter installment. I have to say I am SO glad I didn't end up going on my own [via my original plan] but instead with the lovely Jessica who is also a huge Harry Potter fan and helped me not feel like a complete loser when I started bawling my eyes out because so was she.

It was an absolutely amazing movie and highly appropriate for the last installment. I would not, however, let my children [or truly in my case, my nieces nephews or small siblings] see this movie because it is mostly filled with blood and war.

BUT BRILLIANT! [I can't stress that enough]

Anyways, if I were to die now I'd be pretty damn content with the end of my life. And I'm also brilliantly happy I'm going to be seeing it again on Sunday. Hopefully Kyleman will understand as much as Jess when I burst into uncontrollable sobs [once again].

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.

mayhem

Knitting is very therapeutic.....even when I can't figure out the pattern that well. Well, I'm sorry author of Interlocking Leaves but I've changed your pattern slightly because aspects of yours just doesn't make sense to me even if I can't find evidence of anyone else finding the same problems. So there.

Also, after finding out a certain musician that I've taken a recent liking to is coming to Toronto 3 days before Lici's wedding, quite cheaply I might add, I'm seriously debating how bad a M.o.H. I'd be if I skipped off for a night when Lici's stress levels are probably going to be phenomenal. Hmm.....don't think I'll chance it. Imelda May you better come back soon!

In other news, today is going to be a very hard day for motivation since it's calling for thundershowers. A couple of my to do's today involve going outside and I'm very tempted to leave it until tomorrow so I don't get accidentally down-poured on while carrying bags of groceries [or down-poured on in general]. I think this is a good idea. A goot idea indeedly [coward].

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.