You don’t want to make me…hungry.

July 2, 2008 I'm a STAR!, blog whore, completely random crap, good times, growing up, ranting & raving, updates

I must be a geek: I’m quoting lines from The Incredible Hulk now. It’s only a matter of time before I start quoting Star Wars, like Sarah. P.S. I’m not linking to those movies because I’m pretty sure you’re all smart enough to know what they are, and if not they have this really cool search engine called Google. Have fun

Anyway, I’m a tad bit cranky - in case that observation wasn’t clear to everyone from the paragraph above. Why? Cause it’s hot out and I don’t have a bathing suit well I do but I don’t have one of those sun tanning bathing suits and I really wanted to work on my tan today. I’m aiming for a bit of colour this summer, since I usually tend to avoid all means of sunlight and cover myself in sunscreen. But this year, I want to embrace the sun and get some colour to my normally pallid complexion. Ok, so it’s not usually pallid looking and my Granny says I have a gorgeous complexion, but in the summer I definitely glow - and not in a good way. Every other person in the universe has a tan but me it seems, so I’ll be working on that this summer.

At least I got the interview with West 49 out of the way. It’s hard to tell how it went, and since it won’t even be the guy who interviewed me making the decision, it’s really hard to say. I thought I did pretty well - I didn’t quote Samuel L. Jackson this time. That’s gotta be a good thing. I was friendly and open, instead of quite and reserved like I was at my Blockbuster’s interview. He said that if the manager who’s doing the hiring likes what she reads about my interview, I’ll get a call by the end of the week and hopefully land another interview - and then a job. I really need a job, I’m like drooling at the prospect of making money here. This job would be a total bonus because I wouldn’t have to hide myself at all

While I was doing my interview, Booth was visiting a temping agency at the mall and doing tests on his intelligence. The lady was so impressed with his answers that she told him he would hear back from them by the end of the week. Booth has factory work experience, so he didn’t even need to watch the video I’m so proud hehe. I guess this means nobody can say anything about Booth “not working”, haha The bonus to this temping agency is that all of the jobs are in factories around the tattoo shop Booth is managing, so that’s good.

Bahh. So I’ve made a slight mental list of things I want to accomplish this summer; here they are:

• Get somewhat of a tan so that I don’t glow in the dark anymore. I might have to start going to a tanning bed, because I don’t know if I can sit still long enough outside to tan.
• Get a job. Preferably one that I’ll have when I am fully recovered from my surgery and one that I can keep throughout the school year.
• Get my Smart Serve - this of course will have to wait until I get a job, so that I can afford to take the test/course thing.
• Save up as much money as I possibly can - this, again, can only be done if I get a job though.

So ya, that’s a quick mental list. I also want to read all the books I possibly can before school starts, since I just know I won’t have the time to do that when I’m trying to ace everything and get honors - which, by the way, I better get.

AND, because I haven’t had the time to update about the long weekend; I’ll do that now. It was pretty uneventful for the most part. Dragon’s hubby bought like 800 bucks worth of fireworks, and Booth set them off on Monday night. McShout and her boyfriend and a friend came down to watch too. I didn’t do much other than helping Dragon and Booth garden and such when I was there.

Now I’ve got to get back to vacuuming. I think Salem is allergic to dust and hair, because every single time we vacuum he ends up barfing. All. Over. The. Clean. Floor. It’s awesome. One day I came home and kicked a pile of it. In bare feet. That was awesome too. Not.

Babbles

June 26, 2008 I'm a STAR!, Sarcastica!, blog whore, completely random crap, good times, growing up, ranting & raving, updates

So lots of new and exciting news in the world of Sarcastica I have a car! Well sort of…it’s my mom’s old Hyundai - she got a new Ford Focus and I get her old car for school and stuff. And I also booked my G2 driving test for the middle of July! Hopefully my upcoming surgery will be after that date…because I’d like to have my license before I go into the hospital, just to know that I have it…ya dig? I still will probably have to wrap up my drivers ed in cars and stuff, but they say you can do that even if you have your G2 and the discount on insurance will still apply once you graduate from the course so no worries there.

Today I got a lot accomplished. I applied to a temp agency that provides temporary administrative jobs to people, hopefully I get in. You can make a lot of money - especially if you work in government offices hehe. I also decided to get in some driving hours, and apply at stores at the mall. I put out 8 resumes at my favourite mall stores and got an interview right away with West 49 next week so hopefully that pans out. It’s only a seasonal position but there is the opportunity to get hired on all year round since I’ll be going to school near by.

So ya, things are looking up. I’m hoping my surgery won’t be until early August (or preferably not at all but I do need it) that way I can get my license and get a job with West 49. Hopefully I’ll be trained before I go in, and hopefully I can still work after a week of recovering from my surgery. It shouldn’t take me too long, I could probably manage well enough with crutches on cash. I need to pay that Visa bill haha.

Math. It’s not just for breakfast anymore.

June 22, 2008 Sarcastica!, annoyances, blog whore, changes, completely random crap, insecurties, issues, ranting & raving, stuff that bites, updates

Lately the only somewhat creative titles I can come up with are song lyrics. Oh well, it bets accidentally repeating an already used title, right?

I’ve been thinking about the future again, and my stomach is twisted in nervous knots. Don’t worry, I’m not going to back out of this program - I do really want it! But I’m nervous as hell because I have to take Accounting! Readers who have been around for like ever remember my high school days of fighting to get by in Math. Math has never been my strong suit. I probably wouldn’t be so insecure in Math if my stupid high school teachers didn’t act as if I was completely number stunned. But they did, and they kept saying to me “choose a career that doesn’t need Math”.

I won’t lie, I was a very difficult student to help in Math. I didn’t need help in any of my other subjects, so I was extremely bitchy and difficult to the teachers who tried to help me. I hate not getting something, and I really didn’t (and still don’t) get Math.

Whenever I am told to answer a Math problem, even if it’s the simplest question in the world, my mind freezes and I have mini mental freakouts. I can’t get past that to focus on the question and solution, and I’m convinced my mind has blocked out all the solutions anyway. Does that make sense to anybody? Because it doesn’t to me. I’ve never known anybody to have panic attacks when faced with a math problem. I guess I really am one of a kind (said sarcastically, of course).

So needless to say, I’m very nervous about school now since looking at the classes list. I still want to be a Dental Receptionist and Administrator, but I was really hoping to be on the honor role and top of the class (since that would REALLY prove a lot of people wrong about me). Gah. I guess I’ll just have to work my butt off and get a tutor very early on.

Pogos and Facebook Lurking

June 19, 2008 I'm a STAR!, annoyances, blog whore, completely random crap, growing up, issues, life lessons, opinions, ranting & raving, updates

I can’t believe how disgusting Pogos are. You know, those hotdogs wrapped in batter on a stick? Those things? They look so good in the picture on the box, yet despite following the direct instructions on how to cook them they still taste like disgusting butt. Even with an overwhelming amount of ketchup and mustard on it, I still couldn’t get past the nastiness of it to eat the second one. I gave it to my mom, cause she didn’t want me to waste it…you know, since children in third world countries don’t get food like that. I’m sure they’d be happy not to cause it’s gross!

So I’m feeling pretty on top of things. I cleaned up my room yesterday - well most of it anyway. I put away all of my clothes and got rid of the heaping pile of garbage. I still have to vacuum and reorganize my desk. But that I shall save for another day.

This morning I’m just taking it easy - at home of course - and reading blogs that I haven’t read in a while, lurking people on Facebook (because that’s always fun, don’t lie! You do it too) and ATTEMPTING to upload those pictures of Booth and I…but that might have to wait.

So anyways, when I was lurking people on Facebook, guess what I found out? NSN has a new girlfriend. I was completely shocked to find that I don’t care! See back in November I would have been devastated that he moved on, but in all fairness I technically moved on first. I dated that loser guy for a couple of weeks and I’ve been with Booth for nearly six months, and since being with Booth…I’ve never looked back. I see now how I should be treated, and it definitely wasn’t how NSN treated me. My definition of love has completely changed thanks to Booth, and its all for the better!

I can’t remember if I ever really blogged about what really was going on between NSN and I because I can remember not wanting the good people of blogland to hate him, and since I’m too lazy to go back in my achieves and find out…I’ll just retell it. I don’t care if you guys hate him now though, because I do! Anyways, I would give 100% in that stupid relationship, and NSN barely gave 50%. He took everything I did for him for granted and just expected more and more of me, which is why by the end I was so exhausted and fed up. At the time, I didn’t want to end the relationship because I figured it was only so bad because I moved away and we saw each other less. I didn’t realize or want to admit the fact that his stupidity was there throughout our entire relationship and he had grown tired of me way at the beginning. If I had a bad day, he got pissed at me for wanting to talk about what was going on or for getting upset over the millions of stupid things he did.

But with Booth, he gives 100% to our relationship, just like I do. He’s aware that not every day can be sunshine and butterflies, and he knows that everybody has their insecure days. He’s patient and kind with me, and he doesn’t expect anything that he wouldn’t give me first. He’s aware of the fact that you don’t have to go out every single night of the week, that sometimes sitting at home with a rented movie can be just as romantic as an “expensive dinner”. Since we’re both broke and can’t even consider affording expensive dinners, this is what we do often. Booth actually likes and enjoys my company. He considers me to be his best friend, and I consider him to be mine. You need to be friends as well as lovers, and thats something NSN never understood because he never even considered me a friend.

Truth be told, I’ve had several chance meetings with Booth before NSN and I broke up. He was at that fundraiser I helped run and we made eye contact and I thought he was hot (Booth remembers every detail about what I was wearing and how my hair looked etc haha). And then there was this one time at McPout’s house, when NSN, B2 and her then boyfriend were all hanging out with McPout and Nelly and my mom. Booth dropped by with another neighbour and I can remember feeling quite hot because he kept looking at me from the corner of his eye and smiling that cute shy smile he has. He said that he was checking me out because I was hot, and that he was looking at NSN on the couch and thinking “total loser” haha. I asked Booth why he didn’t run over and sweep me off my feet into his arms and kiss me then and there, and he said because he didn’t want to be a home wrecker and knew that NSN and I wouldn’t last very long.

And we didn’t, and I’m glad because I would never have realized just how perfect Booth is for me. Sure, he might not have a college education at this point and he may not have the best job in the world…but he’s happy with what he does, and I’m happy that he’s found something he enjoys doing. Heck, I know he’s going to go to college next September for Business, he’s so excited about it and he can’t wait. The only reason why he didn’t sign up for this year is because they started the tattoo business and he wants to help Dragon get that off the ground before he goes to school. Makes sense to me, and he’s making money - contrary to what everyone else thinks.

And the most important thing is that he’s making me happy. I’ve never dated a guy who was so intuned to what I want and need. I have never dated a guy who actually cares enough to make me happy every single day. Booth buys me random presents, he’s bought me an adorable sundress, a ring, a purse, and countless rings for my multiple piercings. I don’t care if he “looks like a grenade went off in his face” due to all his piercings, because he’s a good guy. He really is. I didn’t know what a good guy was until I met him because the only one I knew was my dad and I thought that good guys were a dead breed. I’ve always been told to never judge a book by it’s cover, and I don’t. Sure, I have opinions about people, but that’s after I get to know them. Opinions are fine if you have taken the time to get to know someone, but making prejudgments aren’t fine.

Remember this? I still stand by what it says.

P.S. I’m amused at the turn of events this post has taken.

P.S.S. I love Booth and I’m happy. And I wish everyone else would see that, piercings and tattoos aside people, he’s amazing to me.

Protected: So…I’m 19 eh

June 15, 2008 Sarcastica!, annoyances, changes, completely random crap, growing up, insecurties, issues, life lessons, opinions, ranting & raving, stuff that bites, updates

Protected: Volcano

June 11, 2008 FOAD, annoyances, insecurties, issues, life lessons, opinions, ranting & raving, so stoopid, stuff that bites, updates

Throw the party of the month? Nah the party of the year!

June 5, 2008 I'm a STAR!, Sarcastica!, adventures, annoyances, blog whore, changes, completely random crap, growing up, insecurties, issues, opinions, ranting & raving, updates

Yeah…I’m quoting Aaron Carter. That just goes to show how desperate I am for a freaking title today. I’m surprised I can even still come up with those things! Soon I’ll give up and just start numbering them or something.

Anyways, only 10 more days until I’m legal! Woot! Yep, the countdown has most definitely begun. Normally, I don’t get overly excited about my birthday…but this time I’m going to be 19! I’ll be able to drink freely at restaurants and bars! No more fake id for me, haha just kidding I never actually had a fake id. I didn’t know where to get them…

So since I haven’t actually thrown a party since like the late ’90s early ’00s, I wanted to make this year my year for a wicked awesome party. It helps that I turn legal this year, therefore I’m hoping my parents wouldn’t forbid drinking. My friends and I are all at that age now where we’ve been drinking [somewhat illegally] for 4 years now and getting rip roaring drunk is no longer fun. Plus I know and trust all of my friends to not make idiots out of themselves.

I want to have a huge camp out/BBQ/pool party. Obviously the pool party would happen before everyone started drinking - I’m not dumb and I don’t have my lifeguard certificate. Plus I don’t know many people who want to actually start drinking at 2pm. Except for the lushes, who wouldn’t if nobody else is. I already know that I would not be drinking, and neither would Booth (since we want to combine our parties and friends). We both would be too paranoid to drink. We definitely know how to control a party but still make it fun - heck we did it to McShout’s party until she decided to sneak guys back in. That wouldn’t be an issue at my party because the guys would still be there. One side of the lawn would be girl’s camping central and the other side of the lawn would be guy’s camping central. We wouldn’t have to worry about people sneaking into each others tents because that sort of looses the appeal by the time you turn 17 or 18. Besides, half of us girls already see our guys on a regular basis and girl time is way cooler

I’m hoping that my parents remember the fact that I have camped co-ed before with the recreational group. Heck I used to date a fellow volunteer and we never did anything while camping.

Anyways, I have no idea when I’m going to throw this wicked awesome party [or if I'm even allowed to have it for that matter] since I’m still waiting for a surgery date and the weekend of my birthday seems to be filled up. I’m going to be babysitting Grinch’s boys and Sunday is father’s day, you can’t really walk into that hungover (or not hungover in my case, just super tired from making sure nobody does stupid things). The following weekend I was hoping to go to Karen’s place with Booth so Karen could spread some of her HTML coding, graphic making magic.

Then on July 1st I’m planning on going on a road trip with Dragon to see Theory of a Deadman I love their music, although unfortunately I don’t own any albums their music is quite catchy though! July 8th is my trip to a theme park, and July 12th is totally Edgefest!

Hopefully I can do all these things before my surgery. It sort of bums me out that I made plans for a wicked awesome summer and then might not get to do half the stuff I planned because I might be a tad bit laid up. All my other summers have sort of been dab and boring…especially last summer, when I was working full time at the rec group and too exhausted to read let alone go to concerts or throw parties.

This year thus far I’m jobless. I sort of put my job hunting on hold because, as my mom pointed out, why start a job you’re just going to have to quit for a surgery? It doesn’t make much sense now does it? Not to mention, everything is basically taken up for this summer. All those good jobs, gone.

Ugh. So many issues, so little time. I still have to figure out what I’m doing with the rest of my life. I wish I could be Peter Pan and never have to grow up haha I’m sure thats a bit unreasonable, but I do wish that there wasn’t so much pressure being put on me to make a decision - and the right one at that. How do you know what the right one is?

I have a feeling there is going to be another depression anyway, and then everyone will be out of the job and education won’t matter at all. I’ve already started digging my hole, how bout you? Humans have screwed up royally and I just know we’re going to pay for it. I hope not in my lifetime though!

Jeez I have such a bleak outlook on things. Meh. Comes with being a pessimist/realitist (my invented word for someone who acknowledges that bad things can happen and most likely will).

Craptastic

June 4, 2008 annoyances, blog whore, changes, college life, completely random crap, dumbass people, growing up, insecurties, issues, opinions, ranting & raving, updates

Yes I know people, craptastic isn’t actually a word. But it could be…one never knows. I didn’t know “double double” was considered to be a proper definition of something in the Canadian dictionary, but it is. Stranger things have happened.

Anyways, I’m in a craptastic mood today. I’m trying to figure out just what the hell I’m going to do. I don’t qualify for the Business program because I don’t have grade 12 math. Or grade 11 math. I even called my old high school to see if I could go to summer school and get the credits. I wouldn’t have them both by September, so business is out.

I’ve now accepted the Journalism program but am currently waitlisted. I also applied for the Office Admin program - the same program Kate took - for the February start…so we’ll see how that goes.

I’m just totally frustrated. Why couldn’t I have been all indecisive and such months ago when all the deadlines were for programs? Hmm?

I’m basically going to end up pissing people off. If I take Journalism, my family members will be concerned that I won’t find a good job. If I take Office Admin, then I don’t start until February and people will be concerned that I won’t end up going.

For the record, I do want to go to school. I just want to go for the right thing. Not that I know what that is.

I’m working on my novel. My dream job is to still be a writer, and it will always be my dream job. I’m actually doing pretty well with staying on top of it. I write a bit more each day I’m still afraid to put up any samples though. I’m terrified of it falling into the wrong hands and getting stolen and then published. Now that would suck. I’m also wary of it getting chewed to shit.

Maybe one day I’ll post a sample. For now though, I’ll just pretend I’m working on the Great North American novel…

Smiling

June 3, 2008 I'm a STAR!, Sarcastica!, adventures, annoyances, blog whore, college life, completely random crap, family, friends, good times, growing up, insecurties, issues, opinions, rainbows and butterflies, ranting & raving, updates

Ok so be prepared for one of those totally gushy intros, in which I blab on and on about how lucky I am. Deal with it…I’m happy, so you all get to listen to me ramble about why I’m happy.

As I previously mentioned, today was Booth’s birthday. I came over bright and early with breakfast in bed (which was half a tea and half a bagel since I don’t have two dimes to rub together). I gave him the card and present that I got him - and his face lit up for both. The shoes were pretty sweet if I do say so myself, and his eyebrow lifted at the card I got him. I figured out why at dinner…apparently the singing card I got that sings “Lady Marmalade” means “will you have sex with me tonight?” in French. Yes people, I had no idea what that very popular song meant until Dragon, my mother and Booth’s mother told me what it meant. How mortifying. If I had known what that meant, I wouldn’t have excitedly shown Booth’s mother and my mother at dinner. Anyways, after I gave him his gift…his mother came over and took the two of us out for lunch. It was really good - I got the Balsamic Chicken Penne and Booth got the Chicken Penne meal. Booth’s mom got a salad and we ordered a fruity cocktail (which I loved) for me and beer for Booth.

After lunch, I actually went and had a nap because I really haven’t been feeling so hot lately. My back and bones have just been killing me and my lovely lady cramps don’t help the matter. Around 7 or 8 my mom came over for some dinner and cake and we were joined by Booth’s mom as well. That was fun. It was good seeing my mom out of the house socially. Even though she doesn’t really know Dragon and Booth’s mom, I just thought she should be out of the house and hanging out. We just basically talked about how I really need to work on my French, Booth and how awesome he is, the party on the weekend, and Dragon’s worries about her still broken and painful fingers. Mom had to leave early, but I’m hoping she’ll want to hang out with Dragon and Booth’s mom again.

After everyone left, Dragon, Booth and I were chilling in the garage talking about my future endeavours. Now I know this is going to come as a shock to some people (total sarcasm there by the way folks) but I’m not too sure I want to do Child and Youth Work. Like I would really love to be a Child and Youth Worker, but I honestly don’t know if I can handle it. I don’t think I could be the kind of person who is able to get attached without getting attached and leave work dramas at work. I would totally be the type of person who brings it home and thinks about it and what I could have done. So on Sunday I applied for the General Business Admin program at the same college I was planning on attending. Business is one of those programs that you can definitely branch off into and that there is endless of possibilities for. I can branch off in to focusing more on writing or whatever I want to do really. I’ve always thought it would be cool to have my own business, or at least have extended knowledge in business.

I can just picture all of my readers slapping their foreheads and exclaiming in strained voices “Holy crap Sarcastica! Pick something already!”. Yes I know, I’ve changed my mind a lot. I still want to do all of my ideas, but here’s the list broken down for ya:

• There isn’t a whole heck of a lot of steady work in Journalism.
• It’s really a 50/50% chance if I make it as a writer…
• I am completely and totally the kind of person who would take home my work as a Child and Youth Worker. I don’t think I would be able to get the situations of clients out of my head, and if I couldn’t help a child I would certainly stress about it. I also don’t think I’m very good at it anymore…since I suck with dealing with all that stuff that’s going on now.

So you can see why I would be considering doing a totally completely different program, one that I hadn’t really given much consideration over in the past. I really think taking a Business course would be a smart move. I think I would like it a lot. It may not be what I had in mind, but it could be better. It would be more easier on my bones.

Now all I have to do is call the college and see if I even qualify for that program. If not…well I really don’t know what I’m going to do. Probably take the courses required to get in, because 3 years in school is a lot of money to throw away.

I think the school boards made a bad decision when they took away grade 13. Somebody slap me already, holy frig.

Anyways, I’m super excited now and full of non-stop chatter because I stole the Internet hookup in Booth’s room and brought my laptop over, so now I can go online and actually give this blog a somewhat decent post because I don’t feel bad for “hogging” the computer

Tomorrow is going to be a busy day. I’m staying over at Dragon’s because tomorrow she has an appointment at the fracture clinic about her wrist, and Booth has to drive her so I have to watch the boys - which I have no problem doing. I plan on cleaning up a bit for Dragon (and Booth’s bedroom is SUPER messy - that’s where I have to stay when I come over. He gets the couch) and work on my story ideas. Dragon and I were talking tonight about how she also loves writing. Hopefully she thinks I’m good…that’s one of my biggest insecurities and why I don’t let people read my work. I’m terrified they’ll start laughing and be all like “OMG Sarcastica you SUCK!”

And this evening’s treat; the random-ass sappy story of the day: Before going downstairs for one finial smoke, Booth came over to me and kissed me, paused after a moment and looked down at my shirt collar. I was confused and looked down and guess what was there? The claddagh ring he bought me like 3 weeks ago that I lost after only having it for three days!! I missed it so much, even after only wearing it for a solid two days. He found it when cleaning his room - it was at the bottom of the garbage bag from when I had been cleaning his room. It was so movie-like and sweet. I totally feel like a sap ass! 

Coasting

June 2, 2008 I'm a STAR!, Sarcastica!, annoyances, blog whore, changes, completely random crap, family, good times, issues, life lessons, memories, ranting & raving, updates

Things have been rather crazy for the past couple of days and I haven’t had the time to update. There are a couple of pictures of me shakeboard dancing…but they are on other people’s cameras so I can’t really say when I will be able to get my hands on them.

Embarrassingly enough, I didn’t work for the full 4 days. By the end of the 2nd days shift, my back was killing me. It got progressively worse as the night went on and by morning, I could barely even walk to the bathroom. I had to call in and explain my situation to the program director person, and they were understanding but at the same time a bit annoyed. Hello, it was four days and I couldn’t even do it. That’s a wee bit pathetic.

But I guess it’s my own fault…at the beginning of my 2nd shift I decided to work extra hard and dance non-stop. I even tried on the mascot costume and danced around. Unfortunately, I guess I threw out my back doing all this. My back is still killing me I called my friend to see if she could take over, and thankfully she could.

This weekend was busy for me. Jo had her birthday party Friday night, and Booth stayed over the entire weekend (in the family room of course). I have decided I don’t really like birthday parties - they usually end up with me having a major headache thanks to the amount of drama that swirls around them.

For one, Jo invited one of my ex-boyfriends…Reaper. Booth was on his guard because at first he felt insecure, but the second he met Reaper he relaxed because there definitely isn’t a threat. Reaper’s girlfriend though, didn’t feel that way about me. She got pissed at me because she thought I was hitting on Reaper, which is hilarious. I only had like a total of 5 conversations with the guy, and every time we talked Booth was involved because they were usually conversations about tattoos and drawing (since Reaper wants to sell his art work to tattoo shops). Well this at least explains why in the middle of one of our conversations Reaper’s little girlfriend raced over and started sucking face with him, leaving Booth and I to look awkwardly at each other.

That really floors me. When Booth is having a conversation with someone, no matter who it is, I would never go up to him and interrupt him - let alone race up and start sucking face with him. I don’t care who it is he’s talking to, there is a time and place for everything. Kissing someone while they’re trying to have a conversation is a bitchy and rude move. This girl Reaper is dating contributed to the drama that night (which didn’t really involve me) and I definitely don’t want to see her around again. It was disgusting to think that she could think that when clearly, I’m 100% happy with Booth. Jo even told her that.

Saturday was a busy day too. It was my dad’s party for all of his friends. It was a really awesome time for the most part, save for some parts. I was pleased to see Booth getting along with all of my extended family, and by the end of the night Mel told us that she couldn’t wait until we got married because we connect so well, and Booth fits perfectly with every aspect of my life.

Even the not so perfect aspects, Booth fits. He stands by. I was stunned this weekend because he knew exactly what to do and what to say in sticky/awkward situations. It definitely wasn’t a show. I know that any of my ex-boyfriends would have long since taken off after witnessing that sort of thing. Not Booth. You know a guy is for real when not only is he not afraid to comfort you, but he is also not afraid to comfort your family. Not to mention, he fully intends on accompanying me to all of my hospital appointments. I have another one on the 16th, which he assured me he would be going to whether I liked it or not. And this time, it doesn’t feel like a show. That thought never even crosses my mind. It feels like he wants to go because he wants to know exactly what I’m facing and he wants to be there for me when I hear it.

Randomly enough, we also had a dog for a couple of days. Around 2am Saturday, he pranced in to the garage where we were all partying and drinking. He was a huge black lab/Newfoundland Retriever and at first I mistook him for a bear. He was completely lovable and friendly though, and he stuck around until today. Sunday we had to go out and get him some food because we didn’t know where he was from. Today I called the pound and found his owners right away. The dog’s name was Rylie and he literally lived like 5 minutes up the road from us, he just loved the attention and food he was getting at our place and didn’t feel like going home yet. They picked him up today though, and we were all sad to see him go. He had a really wicked personality.

Sunday was a dab day really, Booth and I watched a movie with my parents and Kate. It was pretty good. Today I hung out with my friend who lives down the road and we exchanged books and music and watched a movie. It was pretty chill. I’m so exhausted thanks to my many late nights this weekend, and I completely forgot to call my granny to thank her for the tops she got me while shopping with Jo and my mom on Friday. Damn it. I’ll have to remember to do it tomorrow before I leave for Booth’s.

It’s his birthday tomorrow! He’s turning 22! What an old fart. I can’t wait to see his face when he sees the wicked present I got him! Although he does already know what I got him…thanks to my inability to keep anything from him. Sigh. I’ll have to work on that.

In a couple of weeks Booth and I are making a trip down to Karen’s and I’m completely stoked for it. Karen is going to teach me how to do graphic design and coding so I can make some money while I’m laid up at home recovering from surgery. Booth is probably going to be drooling over the Wii and x-Box with the boys. All in all, it’ll be good times. Perhaps we’ll even go out drinking with my NEWLY AGED SELF Yep, only 12 more days until my birthday folks!

I don’t think I’ll be having a birthday party at home though. I really want one, but the last two parties were enough for my parents. Although for the record, I totally wouldn’t let drama happen at my party. People can cab it home if they act up. I don’t care how expensive cab fair is out here, if someone isn’t following the rules they would be leaving.

Anyways, I’m coasting on content right now…which is good. I’ve started “reproduction” on a few story ideas. Hopefully I can keep up the stamina though.

And I should really catch up on blog reading…since I haven’t been good with that lately.

I also need to job hunt again. Sigh. We should place bets or something. Tune in next week to see if Sarcastica can find summertime employment this late in the season.