"It was only a dream... it wasn't a dream..."

So it's been a few days since the house buying incident, and yet it still feels like a dream.

It feels as though, at any second, I could wake up in my bed and think to myself "damn, that was a really long dream."

None of it will feel real or official until we actually start packing and moving our stuff (which we should probably start doing, considering we have soo much)

I've been thinking a lot about what I want to do with my new bedroom.

No official decisions have been made, but many thoughts have been bouncing around in my head.

I thought, perhaps, something like this would be nice:

I am also very deeply considering the possibility of magnetic paint.

I have a friend who has a fabulous chalkboard wall, which seemed like a cool idea.

In researching that, I discovered magnetic primer and thought it would be pretty nifty and probably more practical for me since I love putting up pictures and posters and things on my wall, and magnets would save me from destroying them with pesky push pins, or bits of sticky tack.

Though, a friend of mine did advise me that using magnetic paint is tricky and to make sure that I sand between coats, so it doesn't end up lumpy (like her bedroom wall. though, she does say that it works. she just wishes she knew then what she knows now.)

So that might be more work than I'm willing to do, but with an army of slaves........

hm, well it's something to think about.

For now, I'm just going to dream about how lovely it'll all look when it's finally done, whatever it is that I'm doing.

Also, I finished reading my book today.

Took me a couple weeks.

I'm a very slow reader, so this is an accomplishment.

It was funny and enjoyable, though not something I would pick up again.

I now have approximately a week to read the other two books I took out from the library at the same time as that one, so uh... yeah, good luck with that, self.

And lastly (though, admittedly most excitedly)

new Supernatural tonight, woooooooooooo!!!

I'm so stoked on this, it's ridiculous.

It's been a very long break (six weeks, I think?) and I've tried my very hardest to be good about spoilers.

(though I can't count myself a saint, since I did in fact watch them film this particular episode a while back...)

I have not watched a single promo, trailer, or preview of any sort.

No pictures, episode descriptions, imdb pages or possible guest star lists.

And pretty much none of that for any other upcoming episodes, either (although I did have a slight slip up a little while ago when someone sent to me directly a link to an imdb page for an upcoming episode (can't recall which one) that I read the guest stars for. oops?)

I much prefer not to be spoiled, it makes watching the episode that much more enjoyable.

But with the internet being so full of delicious spoilery goodness, it is very hard to use my (fluctuating) willpower to abstain from viewing such things.

I'm so weird when it comes to TV watching.

I prefer to watch things I actually like and care about, alone.

With no one around, I can talk (loudly) to the TV and various characters, laugh uproariously when necessary and get misty eyed if need be.

All without fear of judgement.

Ahh, and I'll have the house to myself for this tonight.

Well, my dad will be in the basement watching it as well, but I'll have the whole upper floor all for me.

Weeee! I can't wait!

WHOA HOLY SUPER LONG BLOG ENTRY, BATMAN.

We just bought a house.

I... can't even express what I'm feeling right now.

Excitement? Terror? Happiness? I'm not really sure.

My family has been looking at houses for years, but it just wasn't right.

The house wasn't right, the timing wasn't right, the finances weren't right.

But somehow, everything has fallen right into place.

We'll be moving in June, right before I go to New York (which will be a welcome break from the stress of moving)

And I'll finally be able to paint my room!

I've never gotten to do that!

We've always rented, which means, no painting.

I'm more excited for this than anything else.

(well, maybe the hot tub ;) lol)

oh yeah, did I mention there's a hot tub?

hellz yeah.

And a wicked awesome garage that we're going to turn into a music studio (and my dad's home office, but who cares about that, right? lol)

It's small(ish) so we're going to have to squeeze to fit and probably get rid of a whole bunch of crap before we go.

But this is incredible, we're all very excited. (except my sister, because for whatever reason, she hates the house. whatever.)

Ack! So many plans to be made! So many people to tell!

Hoorah! We finally own a house!

You Are The Only Exception

Ahh, the satisfaction of creativity.

When inspiration meets determination, good things can happen.

Today, I had a very good guitar lesson.

Next week, I will start work on actual songs, so that's rather exciting.

(I've only been taking lessons for about six weeks)

My teacher is very encouraging and says she likes to challenge her students because "what's the point in taking lessons if you aren't progressing?"

Nicely put, teacher, nicely put.

So because of this, I decided I would try to teach myself a song and show her it next week.

So far, it's actually going pretty well.

I found a song I really like, with easy chords that I already know, and a relatively simple strumming pattern and away I went.

I've been playing and playing and happily singing along.

Of course, now my fingers are burning because I haven't build up callouses yet, so I've stopped.

But it feels good to release some of that pent up creative energy.

Now I want to go belt out a couple songs with my gal pals and go to Michaels and buy craft supplies and make jewelry or something ^.^

Wooo creativity!!

Awkward encounters

Yesterday, I went downtown to pick up my pay checks, measly as they may have been.
As I turned the corner onto the street of the building, I nearly ran face first into a man, who appeared to be very dirty and very homeless.
I swerved and carried on, he however shouted "HI!" then when I didn't respond said "You don't say hi anymore?"
By this point I had taken out my cell phone and proceeded to make a fake phone call, to appear busy and important.
The grungy, smelly man then followed me halfway down the street, waved in my face and said "Hello!"
Startled because I didn't realize he had been following me, I said "Oh... hi."
He then asked "How's the baby?"
Now, there are two things very wrong with this question.
The first? I don't have a baby.
The second? I do not know this man.
WTF.
Confused, flustered and slightly scared, I said "Oh she's fine. But I really have to go, I'm sorry."
Then I pointed at my phone to imply how very busy I was and took off at a sprint down the rest of the street, and breathed a sigh of relief when I entered the building I needed and looked behind me to see he had turned back around and gone the other direction.
Akward encounter.
Then today at work, I had a man come up to the ice cream counter and order his small mint chocolate chip in a cup by grunting, pointing at the picture of the flavour he wanted and nodding when I said the word "cup."
Then he paid by pulling out an obscene amount of coinage from his pocket, offering up his hand and making me pluck out the coins he needed.
Creepy, weird and gross.
Awkward encounter.

On the bright side, I brought home an absolute feast, a banquet of delicious goodies from work today.

When the apples get too old to sell, but not old enough to toss, we slice them up for sampling.

Any leftovers either go home with the staff, or in the bin.

Today, we had a lot of leftovers.

So, I got to take home a total of six caramel apples of varying types (tigerbutter, smarties, sprinkles, gummy bears, one in the shape of a bunny face, and plain) as well as four chocolate covered strawberries, because they too would have ended up in the trash tomorrow morning.

My sister was very very pleased. (every time I go to work, she asks me to bring her home an apple. I never do. Today, I brought her six.)

When I got home, we sliced 'em all up, stuck 'em on a couple of plates and sat down together as a family, watched a movie and enjoyed a smörgåsbord of apple delights.

Ahhh, it was a good day...

Tired, thinking, rambling...

Soooo it's the middle of the night and I'm uber tired, so what do I do?

I write a blog entry.
Screw sleeping.
Who needs sleep anyway?
(well clearly me, since I'm a total crankypuss without it)

I was just thinking...

Tonight, I had a moment where I just thought to myself

"Life is good."
And really, it is.
I had this feeling wash over me of pure happiness, just bliss.
I'm going to New York (tickets are booked, accommodations paid for, all is well), I'm going to see Eddie Izzard (so beyond stoked on this. he is the funniest man alive.), I got to watch Supernatural being filmed in my home town (woot! even if we didn't get to see much cause it was a really short shoot), I have a job, and I have amazingly awesome friends.

Sometimes, I take the little things for granted and forget how good I've got it.

Sure, family stuff sucks sometimes (and currently, really sucks due to some really shitty financial matters, which I won't get into)

But I've got so many things to be thankful for and most importantly, so many things to make me smile.

And I really gotta remind myself of that and try to always stay positive, that there's always a reason to be happy.

Even just little things.

For example, today while practicing guitar, I managed to hit a perfect F chord for the first time.

I felt so proud, even for just that brief moment, and the rest of my day was just so much brighter.

I've got the warm and fuzzies right now.

I love my friends, I love my life, I love myself,

I love everything.

And I really hope this feeling lasts.

(though, it probably wont.)

Which animal is the best match to your personality? As in...what type would you be if I pulled out my wand and went *POOF* you're a ______!

I've talked this over with many people and they all seem to agree that I would be a rabbit. So I think I'll go with that. ^.^

Ask me anything

The Patchwork Haven

Reconnecting.

It's a good thing sometimes.

Reconnecting with old friends, with no pressure, no labels, no expectations.

Just letting things be easy, free and comfortable.

Getting to know each other all over again, since so much time has passed and we've all grown up and changed.

It's an almost unsettling feeling, but somehow exciting at the same time.

Let's see where this thing leads....

Dreamboat

So the other day, while at work, I began daydreaming about some adorable boy coming up to the counter and having a cute, innocent, and dorky exchange of flirtatious conversation.

Which led me to imagine what exactly this adorable boy would look like.

Which then led me to imagine

what is my dream guy.

Now, I certainly find a lot of men attractive.

Such as him, him and especially him (don't judge)

But I think, after some thought, I have determined my ideal man:

A combination of Brendon Urie

and Charlie McDonnell

Both super cute, funny and talented.

Brendon Urie has an amazing voice, and is dorky yet sexy and writes some great, quirky songs. (here and here)

and Charlie(issocoollike) is nerdy, clever and witty and writes some great, catchy songs. (here and here) ((oh yeah, and he's british.))

Le sigh, le swoon.

If only....

Wisdom Teeth, Braces and Jaw Surgery D:

Things that make me smile

There are many.

But for today, they are the following:

1. A rather hilarious and silly animation and song about the epic creature that is the Narwhal.

2. One of my favourite Eddie Izzard-isms, "Covered in beees!!"

3. A cute song by a cute boy. ^_^

4. The most beautiful rendition of this song I have heard. I have listened to this song on repeat countless times. It is the perfect song to listen to when feeling low. It's lovely, it makes you cry but most of all it makes you smile.

Today was not a good day.

And these are the things I've been listening to, watching, and thinking about to get me through it.

Especially that last one...

Money makes the world go around

Good evening blog friends.

I've had a long day at work, and honestly I have no interest in anything right now besides my bed.

I just want to curl up in my blankets all cozy and lovely and sleep forever.

On the bright side, I got my first pay check from my new job today!

Wooo! Mooonnnaaayyy!!

It's going straight into my fund for New York.

Speaking of which, by next week my

accommodations and my flights will be booked.

I can't wait.

It's been so hard to believe that it's actually happening, since things have been so hectic lately, financially.

It really seemed like we weren't going to make it.

But now it's nearly solidified and I'm really beginning to get excited.

This is an odd entry... I don't know why, I don't know what I'm talking about... DEEERRRRGGGG.

I just kind of wanted to make a post since I haven't in several days.

Here, have a pretty.

Rejection hurts the most from someone you admire.

I probably wouldn't feel quite so bad right now if it weren't for the fact that I respect and admire my rejector so much.

Now I just feel hurt and resentful towards him, and I didn't want that.

I'm trying to comfort myself with the fact that he probably chose people closest to the location, with easy access to the venue.

But it's tough.

I mean, with the one girl who managed to make it to the top four being so terrible, it really makes me feel as though I must've been really crap if she's supposedly better than me.

But I suppose she only got in because she's such a hardcore, die hard fan.

But I am too.

I really thought I stood a chance, or at least deserved an honourable mention.

And I'm trying to find the lesson to be learned here, but I'm not seeing it.

Maybe it's that I'm not good enough, or that no matter how much passion or effort I put in, I don't deserve to win.

But I already have all those nasty, negative thoughts in my head, I don't need them reinforced like this.

I didn't need to be crushed and devastated, I could've skipped that part, thank you very much.

Alice In Wonderland review

I just went and saw a pre-screening of Alice In Wonderland.

I won't get too spoilery, considering it's not officially released until friday, but I will say this...

It was perfectly marvelous.

I thoroughly enjoyed every second of it.

I even liked the 3D, and I'm usually not a fan.

But it was great, really well done.

I honestly felt like when things were flying out at me in 3D,

I wanted to dodge out of the way, just on instinct.

And the effects were wonderfully neat and interesting.

The film had a... MirrorMask-esque feel to me,

and I wanted it to end like MirrorMask,

but of course it didn't.

At first I didn't like the Cheshire Cat,

well, no, not so much that I "didn't like him"

but more or less that I was afraid I wouldn't like him.

But he really grew on me and by the end, he was easily a favourite.

The relationship between Alice and Hatter was splendid,

I really enjoyed that.

And I loved Johnny's portrayal of the Hatter,

no matter what anyone else says.

The queens were great in their exaggeration.

The Tweedles were hilarious, as expected.

And all the animals and creatures were delightful as well.

The Caterpillar was played by Alan Rickman,

a casting choice I don't exactly agree with,

but was decent none the less.

Alice's costumes were stunning.

The jacket she wore at the end of the film was just too gorgeous,

I wanted to snatch it right off the screen.

All in all, a spectacular show.

I laughed, I cried, I felt I had gone mad.

And here's a secret... "the best people in the world are."

Confidence:Shattered.

I hate when you feel so sure about something, so positive, so confident...

And then all of a sudden, all of that disappears and you realize you never really stood a chance to begin with.

Please, Universe, prove me wrong.