We all come crawling back

Ya I'm a terrible blogger. I only blog when it's convenient. I'm the equivalent of a three year old that only wants to play with his hampster when the cage is clean and the stars and moon are aligned in just such a way. Only I want to blog only when it suits me and not when I really should to get stuff off my chest and when I need to be cathartic....or make fun of people to random strangers instead of to the peoples faces.

So ya. It's been awhile since I've been here to stretch out my fingers and type something. Well actually it's not true. I've started a whack of posts but I never feel like anything is post worthy. I want to make statements and say things but I get halfway through a post and think "ugh why would I post this?" or "I have totally lost the point along the way" etc.

So ya, I know lots has happened since my last post, and well to be honest, I'm not interested in rehashing a lot of it. So I shall carry on from this point on. Not much has really changed, I'm still in school even though I'm not 100% sure why, and I'm still sucking the big one at finding a job! SO Good recap right?

Love. It really is all around.

In case you didn't already know, because of the millions of commericals, the facebook postings or multiple twitter tweet, or you know by looking at a calendar, its Valentine's Day. Or as one friend of mine put it "Singles Awareness Day".

Now, I'm single, so I know I'm supposed to be sad and lonely and depressed that no one is around to buy me roses, and that no one is showering me with love and affection, but here's the scoop. I'm not.

I have been planning for his Valentine's day for awhile now to be quite honest. I decided very early that even though I am super single, with no real prospects, that I wasn't going to let me get me down this February 14th. I decided that this would be the year I went all out because, just because I don't have a man and its been the year from absolute hell, that I wasn't going to go down with out a fight.

So, I got into it. Painted my finger nails pink with hearts, and my toes sparkly pink. I made sugar cookies and iced them with pink frosting and heart sprinkles (see above..they turned out super tasty might I add). I made goodie bag Valentine's Day treats with cards for all my friends, I even took the time to express post cookies to Fido before he left for Mexico. I wore pink today, and red shoes (really because I was looking for an excuse to finally wear them out) and wore pink make-up. The whole bit. Got together with T and a couple of her school friends and saw a sappy chick flick  movie, (The Vow....recommendation if you go to see the movie take tissue, and don't take your lover because I imagine it will make even prince charming look like a shmuck compared to Leo in the movie) and now I'm home after a long day of Valentine's enjoyment, and I'm spent. Feeling content and relaxed, the exact thing I think this day is supposed to encourage.

This whole experience made me realize a few things that I already knew, just had lost sight of. Love really is all around. I have great family and friends and don't need a man to fulfill my life. If I want roses? I can get them myself thank you very much. Would it be nice to have someone around to get them for me? Absolutely! Do I need it? Nope. I've got love on my side, because I love myself. So Cupid can suck it :P

Timing is everything.

So! I have been struggling this week. I know I've been super unmotivated this semester, but this week tool the cake. I have been sick, and I've been tired, and I've been trying to get everything together but its been really hard. That being said, after having a disasterous midterm last night, and being so freaking sick I decided enough was a enough and that desperate times called for desperate measures.When I was in Ireland last year I got a pretty nasty sinus infection. It was BAD. Sick, sniffly, sneezy and stuck on a bus with a bitch of a tour guide who failed to mention to me that there wouldn't ever be a good time for me to get some meds. However, being on vacation and being me, I was determined to make things work out. So I followed the whole idea of "When in Rome", except this time "When in Ireland". When in Ireland, you drink Guiness. Turns out the next day I was feeling MUCH better. Significantly better. I had heard that Guiness beer was said to have medicinal properties because of all the nutrients in it, and that night made me a believer.

So last night I drank Guiness, and this morning woke up feeling better than I had all week. Unfortuantely I took that as an excuse to lounge in bed all morning watching Project Runway Allstars. Unfortunately it was the exact time when the UPS man decided to come and I had to haul ass upstairs in my jammies, at 1:00 in the afternoon, looking like a total mess (my face is all chapped from four days of nose blowing), the curtains still drawn in my house.

And the UPS man had the AUDACITY to ask, "Did I wake you up?".

Well then. Timing is everything isn't it?

Sick-Ohhhh

I have been a bad blogger. I haven't really kept in touch with my blog, but in my humble defense, I've been busy, and with a skating exam due and midterms coming up, and nominations that need to be in soon. and now to top it all off I am sick. I have a cold. And its making me miserable.

I despise being sick. I feel all clogged up and soggy, and all I want is to get dried out. And none of the meds I bought seem to help me sleep so this bug is just annoying the bejesus out of me!!!!

I don't like being sick! I want to be healthy!! It's been two weeks of off and on sickness and now a  cold??!?!?!? BOB SAGET.

So I'm off to go ingest at least quadruple the recommended daily intake of Vitamin C, and a whack of fluids. When I return I will have many more amusing things to say other than "I'm the werido that's been watching my snot for colour change because I'm fearful of a sinus infection".

Now aren't you glad I'm stopping here?

Another Thursday Night...another upset.

Today my poor dog Roo had to go in for the all mighty snip. So this afternoon, instead of running around I stayed home and sat with him, and in doing so I managed to catch the early showing of this weeks Vampire Diaries.

Another Thursday, another day of being disappointed in the Vampire Diaries. Anyone starting to feel like its the Klaus and the Originals Diaries? It's been episode after episode of everyone trying to deal with their fallout and I think enough is enough. I know they have splashed in touches of "Damon and Elena" and "Caroline and Klaus" but for the love of god, this entire episode about the Originals and the Coffins, total snooze fest. Yet another filler episode that I fear they needed just to set up next week. Bleh.

But I will say, Grey's Anatomy tonight? Pure BRILLIANCE. Everything turned out just as it should and it made me fall in love with it all over again. Made me want to watch episode one all over again, and remember everything that we loved about Grey's in the first place.

So here is my hope. I hope to get my stuff together this week and finally crack down on my school stuff. I hope that I will find motivation somewhere to get everything I want to get done. This includes a whack of baking because Valentines Day is coming up, and I may be single with no hope, but damn it Valentines day this year will NOT BREAK ME.

That by the way is my next post....stay tuned!

I am the cookie queen...and I shall dance about skantily clad if I want to!

Have you ever sent a text and within a split second of sending it realize "Oh crap I don't think that's where I wanted it to go", but the damage is done and off it has gone so you just sit back and wait to see how that one plays out? Well, I had just that happen to me the other day. Since I got back from my impromptu trip to Vancouver to catch up with Fido, he has been ever so slightly more flirtatious than usual. Now granted, I knew he was trying to impress me with watching all the Canadian Figure Skating Championships and taking a keen interest in my figure skating chaos, as well as the fact he forked over his bed for me (and even washed the sheets might I add) and had a cold coke in the fridge for me when I showed up. But to be honest, he knew I dropped everything to come over when he asked so I just figured he was being nice. (Naive? Maybe but its Fido, we've never had a clear cut friendship. When we do hang out we've always been courteous to each other). Anyways so, I'm house sitting, and I'm in the sticks which should help more clearly explain the following text more clearly.

"The best thing about house sitting in the sticks? Walking around in my the house in my underwear and blasting music till all hours of the night. Dancing to Kelly Clarkson has never been less shameful. Juvenille? Yes. Enjoyable? Absolutely!!!"

I meant for that text to go to T. Thinking that she would know exactly what I meant, having not lived without her daughter or in her parents suite for the better part of 4 years, she too can appreciate the underwear late night music dancing. However, it didn't go to T, it went to Fido. Crap. Now it looks like I'm flirting back. And yes he had many an interesting text in response to that. That I squashed quite quickly (I'm a lady after all).

So yes, I'm feeling a bit of recoil from that mistake. Enter text whing-dinger number two:

"Waiting for the bus and some guy walks up wearing old ripped jeans, a black kappa sports hoodie, a backwards bluejays cap (with sticker still on it), rip off designer sunglasses, backpack and super pointy brown dress shoes...if this is what eligible men dress like today, I weep for my vagina...its going to be an awfully long dryspell".

Yup, sent that to Fido by accident because I am apparently the only person left on the planet that doesn't have a cellphone that tracks conversations, but where you have to send each text to individual people, and at the time I was on the bus and I wasn't texting carefully so now I have sent two very misleading and not so lady like texts to Fido over the last 3 days. Crap.

So I'm feeling like a bit of a tool about that, and thinking I'm sending some pretty mixed signals to Fido which probably isn't great but seeing as he is such a tool himself that he probably doesn't really care, nor will he take anything personally (fingers crossed).

So when I got told today that I am the Cookie Queen, I was definitely ok with taking the title. My sister has a friend who apparently is very baking inefficient. She apparently works with a lot of women who every week all take turns making fresh baked goods and bringing them into work to share. My sisters friend, who is super baking inadequate is too scared of what these women think to make anything herself. She is entirely too self concious, and while she has purchased all the ingredients and has some really great ideas on what to make, she still cannot bring herself to do it. So she asked my sister to take pity on her and bake her something she could pass off as her own. My sister simply replied that while yes she could bake, and she didn't mind doing it for her friend, that she was not the person she should be asking for a baking favour from. She basically said, that I am the Cookie Queen, and to really knock the snooty co-workers birkenstocks off, that basically she should worship at my altar to get me to bake them.

After feeling so inadequate at school and my personal life lately, I defiantly needed that compliment. And ya damn rights I'm going all out on these suckers! I have a reputation to uphold after all :)