A Year Later...

I've made the decision to reopen this blog. (Not that it was ever closed, really. Just inactive.) I've also decided that I am not going to worry about whether I am posting things that people need or want to read about. I am going to post what I want. If it bores you, then don't read it. I am totally okay with that. I have another blog where my goal is to amuse and entertain, and where I post very infrequently, as I am not clever often enough. Try that one if this one isn't to your liking. (It's over here.)

I haven't posted in this blog in a year. Well, a little more than a year. My last post was from December of 2010. It is now January of 2012. It has been a long, long time. A lot of things have happened over that year. 2011 was a good and exciting time to be me.

A quick summary of the year:

We lived on King St in Kitchener for the beginning of the year, in a one-bedroom flat. In February, we bought a house. In April we adopted a dog, Daisy, who came with the name Hayley, who is a constant source of craziness in the house. In May we moved into the new house; a three bedroom backsplit on the edge of town, near a swamp but backing on to a storm water pond. Not too shabby. In December (on Christmas day, to be specific,) Bryan proposed to me, and we are now engaged. Life careens on at a startling pace, as usual.

We have started the actual planning stages for the wedding now, and let me just say, even though we opted to go with what seemed like the easy way, it is a daunting task. Cuba is the plan, ideally next winter. I should know more details before the month is out, but for now I field and endless torrent of "do you have a date yet?" with a resounding "...kind of?".

It's Been a Hell of a Year

Wow.

Thinking back on 2011, it’s been a crazy ride. Went to Cuba. Started and gave up on a small business. Adopted a dog. Learned to hang glide. Bought a house. Went camping. Got engaged.

Don’t get me wrong, there have been challenges also, but looking back on the whole year, I’d say they are vastly dwarfed by the awesome things that went on. It seems to me that we went all of a sudden from a couple of no-longer-students to a couple of adults starting a life together. As much as that is kind of sappy, I really feel that way.

January 2011, we were still living in a flat in sketchy downtown Kitchener, living like students and not really doing much of anything. All of a sudden, things started happening like crazy, and now we’re verging on being real life adults. We have a house and a mortgage and a yard and a cat and a dog and a spare bedroom and … you know, everything. And this happened all in one year. I’m sure you can appreciate how that may be a little overwhelming.

So now, on to the next adventure, I suppose. The next arbitrarily assigned number begins, as the last one draws to a close. I’m not one to make resolutions, as I know that I always aim high and then give up early on. I won’t promise to run a marathon or lose a hundred pounds or write a novel. My plan is to do what I did the last year, and hope it turns out as well. A day at a time, one foot in front of the other.

So, happy new years to everyone, and I hope your year is always better than the last one.

I'm Movin' Out

(Anthony's Song, Billy Joel)

Holy crap, 2008. I will write the date wrong for at least a month. I had a pretty awesome new years. I hung out with my family, Bryan and a couple of family friends. It was really quiet, and I liked it, being the antisocial troll that I am. I just like quiet things over loud drunken parties.

I still can't figure out what I want to do about living arrangements for next year. I have three options:

1. Stay where I am. I like my house, I like my roommates, I like my room in the basement where no one bothers me and I can sneak in and out when I like. I like the fact that people mostly ignore me. Sometimes it's depressing, but usually it's just nice. I like having the privacy, and basically having my own bathroom. Next year, if we stay, it looks like Esther will be moving into Nick's room, which would be nice. I know that Mufasa (the new cat) can stay there as well.
2. Move to a new place. - I could just go out and do my own thing, either by myself or find a new crowd, or whatever, but either way this strikes me as the least appealing option. I don't want to house hunt if I don't have to, and I don't really want to live on my own, as much as I just ranted about how much I like quiet and privacy. I like to be able to talk to people, if I feel like it. I also don't want to get saddled with a new group of strangers. Not a fan of that. Tried that once, it didn't work out really well.
3. Move in with Bryan. - This one both appeals to me and terrifies me. Fiscally, it is the smartest option. Bryan and I basically live together now, we just pay two different rent bills, and alternate between houses. My house is effectively just a place to store my stuff, and not be bothered by house mates. If we do that, however, there is a whole new set of issues that gets opened up. The fact that my family will pretty much see us as married, and then stop giving me money for anything is a serious problem. I don't know how well I would be able to function without that bit of help they give me. I also wouldn't have a car... But I guess Bryan's car would be available, if I really needed one sometimes. There's also the fact that Bryan needs to get started on a life and getting a real job. If he finds something fantastic in Toronto, who's to say that he would still want to stay in Waterloo with me? There is always the possibility of us breaking up. Where I stand right now I can't see it happening, but who's to say? If we do, I feel like we could still get along and live in the same house for a year until our lease runs out. We are both pretty reasonable people like that.

I would love to live with Bryan, but I am scared of it. I think I am just really afraid of breaking off those last ties with my family and being a person unto myself. It's a scary thing, life. I don't know what to do. My hesitation makes me wonder if I'm really ready for where the relationship is going. Then again, knowing me, if I were to wait until I had no hesitation before I did something, it would never ever get done. Silly paranoia.

It's Been A While...

(It's Been a While, Staind)

So, it's been forever since I've posted. I've been slacking off.

So, recent events. Just go back into Waterloo, from reading week. That was an adventure. Spent a lot of time evading my family, (or so they tell me,) and much time working. It was uninteresting. As much as I don't really like school right now, working at Tim Horton's for the rest of my life would make me kill myself. No lie. I wouldn't be able to handle that. I can't imagine how people do that, their entire lives. It just baffles me.

Moving on... There was less awkwardness on reading week than I expected. I really thought that between Bryan and my parents, me and Bryan's dad, and Bryan and Marcy, there would be unending awkwardness, all the time... But it didn't happen, so much. There was a little... but I expected anger, conflict, and general insanity. There was very little of any of those things.

I guess this is lining up to be a pretty mindless entry... One of the boring, life-updating sorts that no one cares about.

Oh! For anyone reading this that is not privy to all the goings-on in my life because I tell them verbally, (which is probably no one, as Mason is the only one I know of that ever even looks at this,) Bryan is the new squeeze, I guess. If you want to say that. Much madness has ensued, as a result. Marcy is quite upset about it, but we have worked out that he needs some time and will get over it. Someone else, who was apparently in love with Bryan previously, is telling me that she is not mad... But I really have no idea.

That's THAT news... Um... I'm out of things to say that aren't crazily personal. I'll make up for it later, by being less boring.

Finally, Back Where I Belong

At school again. Thank goodness. I missed it. :P What can I say? I'm a loser.

But, I am glad to be not working, at least for a while. I know I'll have to get a job, in short order, because I am poor. But for now, I will enjoy it while I can.

I'm slowly getting used to the roommate thing... I was worried about my roommate being a drunken sex addict... but, compared to her, I am a drunken sex addict. :P (Which I really am not, by the way.) I'm still really missing home... I'm not settled in yet, and used to not being around the people that I love. I guess I'll just have to suck it up, for the time being. I am excited about going home next weekend! I know we'll be doing Kyle's birthday stuff... But I'll be home. I don't like being so far away. But... We'll see how it goes. I'm off to prepare for classes... by that I mean find out where they are. Hurrah!

So This is What Having a Life is Like...

So, I've been working full time for two whole days now... and I have to say, I actually kind of like it. I work at Tim's now, and it's a lot less gross and smelly than McDonald's... I don't know what to call myself now. I lack an identity. At least at McDonald's, you can be a McBitch.

Well, that's the exciting news of the week so far. I lead a boring life.

On a side note, I like ice cream.

And read the PTT comics! ...I will link to them someday, if the website ever goes up.

The First

Okay, so this is my first blog post. I can't say that this is the first one ever, because I have started quite a few before, and just decided that it was a bad idea. But, this time it should remain in use, if I remember. So, I guess I could talk about something here...


Oh, I saw the Phantom of the Opera movie recently, and I loved it. I am a big fan of the music, and the story, and I honestly thought that it would be ruined in the movie, but it was amazing. There were moments of sheer brilliance. I have heard a lot of bad things about it, but I was absolutely stunned. If you are thinking about seeing it, then definitely go for it. It's worth it.


On a totally different note, I am officially done high school now. No more going back. Of course, that is my chance to move on, but I am very sad to leave it all behind. Not just the friends, or the place or the teachers or the classes, but the opportunity to not care about important things. I suppose this is my big step into being "mature." For most it comes at graduation, but that didn't phase me at all. Despite me getting depressed over leaving a piece of me behind, I know it's only another step. There will be more after this one, no doubt. A new stage every day, and all that. It's still hard to believe that high school is over for me. I have to start working now. Paying bills. I know I'm not ready for this yet. I am still very immature, if not in thought, then in action. But, we'll let things unfold as the do, and see what happens. Everything will always work out in the end, for better or for worse.