CANNNNNOOOOOOONNNNBALLL.

I'm starting my cannon ball early. Today, actually. So far so good. Haha.

In other, non cannonball related news, I'm having the busiest day of life. I haven't had a moment to just sit down and sigh. Not to complain or anything, I'm usually complaining about having nothing to do. I have sent out too many packages this morning, collated too many papers, ordered too many supplies and received x number of paper cuts. I stress ate my lunch of pizza and chocolate.

Also, who goes to the bathroom with the door open when no one is home?!

Cannonball.

I'm doing the cannonball read, starting February 1st. I'm really shitting my pants about this thing. I feel like I can totally achieve it, because I have a lot of down time. I'm making a list of one hundred books before I start. I'm not necessarily going to stick to it, but I know that if I stop because I can't find something to read, I might not start again. And there's not really that much room for error.

On a side note, I went to the bookstore today to grab some books and Chris gave them all to me for free. Nice guy. Also, there was a man in the store talking exactly like the gay guy on Family Guy talks. It's hard stifling laughter in a store that size.

Now I'm off to get some hickory sticks because I've been having a huge craving for them all morning.

I'm Moving To...

Brooklyn.

My new house is there. It's in a clocktower and it's only $25,000,000! A steal. I feel like I could get them down to $24,900,000. Also, I wrote out all of the zeros for impact.
(via twistedsifter.com)

New Pillows.

Last night Aimee and I went on the search for new pillows and sheets for Jesse's apartment because I'm tired of sleeping on his crappy old sheets. Apparently I'm high maintenance, but his pillows suck and they hurt my back. I'm not actually high maintenance, I bought them as a birthday present for him... and me. ANYWAY, I wanted to make it a surprise, and not just be like, "Here's some new sheets and pillows. Make your bed." Aimee and I schemed and schemed trying to figure out how we could get into his apartment without him being there. Every scheme was more elaborate than the last until finally I thought it just wouldn't work and then I gave up and went to his mom's house for supper.

When I was there I had the brilliant idea to feign illness and take his keys to go home early. I then set up the bed, went to sleep and had the most wonderful dreams. He finally came home a couple of hours later and didn't even notice what I had done. Then this morning when I woke up he incoherently said, "That was the best sleep ever."

It's now roughly twelve hours past the time when I changed the pillows and I just got a text saying, "Did you change my sheets?"

BOYS.

This Is How I Feel Today.

(via abless)

Living With A Boy.

Regina is snowed in people (Read: Clair)! The whole city is under a shit pile of snow, the schools are closed down, the University is closed down, the city buses are barely running and there is no taxi service. My Aveo, as cute and fuel efficient as it may be, is grounded in the parking lot of Jesse's apartment. I tried to go home yesterday afternoon and got stuck at the edge of the driveway. It wasn't pretty. Snow was flying, tempers were flaring, curse words were being yelled at the heavens.

I borrowed my dad's truck last night (Allelujah four wheel drive!) and parked it on the street last night. I woke up to it underneath about four feet of snow on all sides. And the jackass behind me parked about a half foot from my back bumper. There was a small mountain of snow to my right and a sidewalk to my left... so I drove up onto the sidewalk. It still took me about five minutes for her to get moving, even in four wheel drive. When we finally hit the road I kept saying, "Good girl, good girl, good girl." All of this snow is making me slightly neurotic.

Anyway, I was listening to the radio this morning and apparently it's going to take all week for the snow to be plowed away and of course, residential streets are going to be tended to last, so I'll be lucky if I can even get to my car before Friday, which means I'm stuck in the city living with a stinky boy. It's days like today that I wish I wasn't poor and could've bought my dream truck instead of a puny car. Sigh. Not to mention how awful it feels not to have a car. Even if I hadn't planned on going anywhere, I just need to know THAT I CAN IF I WANT TO. I don't know how people do it without cars. I seriousely don't. I guess I'm addicted to fossil fuels.

Also, just to verify, this boy isn't really stinky at all. Last night I wasn't feeling well (I hate the end of the month!) and he brought me water and rubbed my back until I fell asleep. He even watched Sex and the City with me. Don't tell him I told you.

Tuesday.

February is almost upon us. I've been vegging out in front of the t.v. in preparation.

A box of mystery cinnamon buns showed up at my desk this morning. Nobody knows who they're for or who ordered them. They are making me HUNGRY.

I'm going to attempt to get my car unstuck today. Jesse said he'd shovel a path to the street, but then I'm on my own. Hopefully I can get home. I'm running out of clothes.

My list of one hundred books is getting closer to completion. I have about twenty to go. If you have any recommendations, I'd appreciate them. As long as they're not nine hundred pages long.

I walked to work this morning and I have to walk home. It's a lot colder than it looks, the sidewalks are three feet deep with snow in some places and I'm lazy. I dread the clocking ticking five o'clock. But then I remember that I can hop into a warm bed, take a cat nap and wake up to supper being made for me and I'm okay with a little walk home.

On a hilarious side note, my dad and Jesse were talking the other day after I got my car stuck and my dad told him he was weird for not giving me a key yet. And then he told me I was weird. It was all very weird.

(via sandra juto)

Dance.

I finally got it up to go out last night. We went to dance party at O'Hanlons and we all danced. I drank one long island and smoked one cigarette, and then walked home in the cold with the wind in my face the whole way. It was an okay night. I'm currently in a fight with Jesse. It all started because I didn't want him to drive me to the bar because he was high which is a LEGITIMATE COMPLAINT.

Anyway, it was a very cold walk home and I was wearing thin tights. For some reason I still couldn't warm up, even after I got back to the apartment. I piled all the blankets on myself and thought warm thoughts, but to no avail.

I have to get an oil change today at lunch. And then I'm going to MR. BREAKFAST! I've always wanted to try it and today it's finally going to happen!

Alberta, Alberta.

I'm back... from Calgary, in case it wasn't blaringly obvious where I had been. Had a pretty good time I suppose. Met some of Jesse's friends, smoked one cigar, went to H&M, ate like a king thanks to his mom and sister, went to Banff one day and to Lake Minnewanka, and slept a lot. The roads were perfect both ways and the weather was like spring. As much fun as it was, I'm glad to be home. I feel like I haven't been the best employee lately and I want to get into a really good routine again.

You want to hear akward stories? This trip was fairly abundent in them. One of the better ones was Jesse's friend Dave asking me when we were going to get married. I was all, "Hello, I'm twenty-one years old and we've been dating for seven months. Ease the fuck up." Everyone there was fairly hell bent on seeing it happen though. I was asked on many an occasion. Oh, and when we weren't talking about that, everyone was telling me how much better I was than his old girlfriend (who from the sounds of it was a huge freaking skank). Eesh.

I've been spending WAY TOO MUCH MONEY lately. I'm going to buckle down and stop spending. After I pay my car payment, and my plates... and my cell phone bill... and put gas in my tank... and buy Sam dog food... and pay my credit card bill... and buy my bridesmaid dress...

Which is freaking adorable. And expensive. And not pink, it's the colour underneath.

P.S. The ruffle at the bottom totally adds to it. Believe me, I was hesitant about it.

I Love A Mallard In A Suit.

I bought the mallard and the raccoon. Impulse buy much?(via Berkley Illustrations)

Beanies.

Have any of you (either of you is probably more accurate) ever watched Being Erica on CBC? I am completely addicted to it. I realize that the premise is a little uninspired and the acting is subpar at times, but I'm just loving it. Is it sad that I want to be a thirty-two year old failing at life assistant? She has a cute apartment though. Anyway, watch it if you haven't already. The entire first season is at cbc.ca. Do it.

Aside from Being Erica, I didn't get up to much last night. Went for Chinese take-out after work , which turned into an hour long ordeal because they don't take debit and they're way the hell on the other end of town. Um... but they're wontons are completely worth it. COMPLETELY WORTH IT. I've been thinking about them all morning and I'm going to drive home at lunch to get some.

I've been having some unfortunate top incidents this morning, wherein my boobs try to make a break for freedom.

This time tomorrow I'll be shopping for a wedding dress! And then a couple hours after that I'll be dancing (Read: driving) my way to Calgary. I made wicked awesome playlists last night that kept me up well past nine o'clock (my usual bedtime). I know I love them, but I think they might be lost on the boy.

Rock And A Hard Place.

So far this morning I haven't acheived more than waking up, getting myself to work and buying stamps. It is below the temperature where hell is most likely to freeze over, and I just want a mug of hot chocolate and my duvet. Or a warm cuddly bed with a boy in it.(via nikolinelr)

Black Hole.

I have been having somewhat of a trying morning. After buying my new car (that comes with a one year subscription with OnStar) I found out that something was wrong with my OnStar. I took it in to the shop, found out what was wrong with it, then they ordered the piece in and I went back to the dealership, got the piece put in and tried to activate it agian. It still didn't work. I tried a couple of more times over the month of December and had no luck again. I was always dealing with rude women named Shaniqua or Latayaha or Jennifer-Sue. The last lady I talked to told me to contact my dealership, which I did this morning and I spent my entire one and a half hour lunch trying to set this stupid account up. I was cut off three times, but at least everyone I spoke with today was really nice. Apart from that bitch this morning. Anyway, I'm just glad the whole thing is over. And I hope that I never have to use it. Unless I get to talk to J.C. again because he was hilarious.

Other than this crappy hiccup of a morning, my day hasn't been so bad. I bought some new pairs of eyeglasses online which I'm excited to get because I don't know how long this glue is going to hold my current pair together. It's almost tropical outside today! I went out this afternoon in my t-shirt! I can't wait to ditch my office pants and go for a walk after work. I keep getting the most fantastic parking spots! Also, this morning I forgot to plug my meter for almost half an hour and I didn't get a ticket! Usually they're standing over your car watching the seconds tick away until ticket time. What else, what else? My boyfriend's cute texts, my sleepy dogs this morning, Daniel got a chair in his office so I don't have to loiter in the doorway and I got a full night's sleep.

Two more sleeps until Calgary!

Concussed.

Jesse and I made plans Friday night at Duncan's house to go skating the following afternoon. After being ditched by everyone else, we made our way to the rink, laced up, and hit the ice. We were there for about twenty minutes when I ran into Jesse (who apparently has a chest made of bricks), who tried to hold me up, but then fell on me and I smacked my head into the ice. From there on I can only speculate as to what happened. Apparently I wanted to drive myself home (which would have been fairly hard what with having to hold kleenexes to both of my flowing nostrils) and became sort of a hard case to handle. I REALLY wanted to drive myself home. Apparently.

After coaxing me into his truck, and driving me home back to the apartment, I can only assume that he ran back to the rink (literally, he just runs places sometimes) and drove my car back. From then until the morning I can remember: eating nachos, being cold and finding sweat pants. That's about it. I'm told that I carried on a couple of conversations when Jesse would look in on me. Other than that I slept. Is it good to sleep after you've bonked your head? I'm not sure, but I was adamant about not going to the hospital. Although, would you listen to someone when they've just whacked their forehead so hard that their glasses break? I don't think I would. In other news I need to get new glasses. That blows holes in my bank account, which frankly was holding on just barely.

On Thursday I have to (read: GET TO!) go wedding dress shopping with my favorite cousin, aunt, mom and grandma. I hope they give us little glasses of champagne and dainties, like they do on television. I'm not sure when exactly Alanna is getting married, but I know they've narrowed it down to November. I like this because it probably means a dress with some type of sleeve to cover my fat arms. Although I guess I do have several months to do something about it, but I'm lazy and generally pretty fine with my body. Damn you old German grandmothers with your big arms for kneading the dough!

This weekend Jess-eh and I are going to Calgary to visit his family. I'm excited because a) I get to go to H&M and b) I get to go to H&M! I'm pretty excited about going, although I know it's not going to be as much fun as last time when I went with Clair and Leanne. Man we spent a lot of money that day. It was SO much fun though.

Currently Reading: Between The Bridge and The River by Craig Ferguson

Queen Of Hearts.

I want everything from this etsy shop, but more than anything I want this tea towel. It might make me want to do the dishes? Probably not, I think it would make a cute wall hanging. (via elisabethbentz)

Malt Vinegar.

Yesterday, all day, things kept coming up Amanda. First off I bought a really cheap plane ticket to Ottawa for February! I leave February 17th and I come back February 24th. Secondly, I finished my book (The Alchemist) and was totally stoked on life. I wanted to quit my job and follow my personal legend, whatever that may be. Thirdly, I went for an amazing massage and I actually carried on a conversation with the massage therapist (who I'm in love with, but we never talk).

Also, I found a couple of prints that I really, really, really, really want. (via Kristiana Parn)(via Jeff Lewis)

Can't Seem To Get My Mind Off Of You...

Back here at home there's nothing to do.

Guess where I'm going in February! I chose a really nice picture, so you may think it's somewhere great, but it's not. Well, it does alright for itself I guess, but it's nowhere CRAZY.(via the reX-Files)

You Sent Me A Letter.

Yesterday, I was introduced to someone who works in a different part of my building. I've never met her before, but we struck up an easy conversation about bands we liked and discovered that we both have mutual friends. Not a big surprise, it's a small city, with an even smaller scene, but it was nice to know that every once in awhile you can meet someone new. Not that we'll be friends or anything. I'm an anti-social hermit who doesn't leave her house very often. It would have never worked out.

I remember the first time Matthew introduced me to Jenn. We were sitting in her bedroom and she showed me this video. We all laughed.

Holiday Hangovers.

I know that it's probably too late for this, but today is Ukranian Christmas so I'm going with it. At first while I was perusing this site, I thought it was the funniest thing, but after awhile it jsut sort of skeeved me out and made me uncomfortable. Regardless, these are some of my favorite Sketchy Santas... (via sketchysantas.com)

Hot Soup.

Today has been a day just like most other days. Except for the day that Kristy, Clair and I all went ice skating and then went to O'Hanlon's and had two plates of fries and beers...

Or the day that we all sat around in McKenzie's basement and played Catch Phrase (which was a fucken treat for everyone) and then played Wii. We all got competitive about dunking the most hoops (with the exception of McKenzie), but we all pretended that we weren't.

Or the day we played Name That Tune at Chris' house and I drank Laura's really strong rum nog and stumbled home at the end of the night.

Or the day Clair and I tried to go see Avatar, but it was pretty much sold out so we went to O'Hanlon's and played Scrabble instead. We talked to Honey Brown outside and then I smoked a nasty peach cigar and felt sick all night.

Or the day that Jesse and I had a nacho date night and watched a movie where a lot of people blew up, which we both enjoyed, and then tried to watch a girlie movie wherein Jesse fell asleep after five minutes.

These were all great days and so far today is subpar. Although I just got free soup, so things might be looking up.

Currently Reading: The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho

The Grind.

I'm back at work today and I woke up earlier than I've woken up in probably... months? It was worth it, even though I was a zombie at breakfast. I'm glad I got to see my friend off and have delicious hashbrowns all at once.

Speaking of zombies... how scary are they? Lately whenever I'm leaving my house at night I have crazy zombie nightmares. I have a pretty ridiculous imagination, so needless to say, I get a little skeeved out. It's just always so quiet and our street only has 0ne street lamp, which is all the way the hell down the street.

I'm really sad that my holidays have come to an end, but it will be nice to get back into routine. Not that my routine of early bedtimes every really changes, but I was starting to feel listless and like I had watched too much Family Guy. Which is true.

Currently Reading: The Five People You Meet In Heaven by Mitch Albom

p.s. I want to live in this wedding.

(via Susan Stripling)

"Had he known his death was imminent, he might have gone somewhere else. Instead, he did what we all do. He went about his dull routine as if all the days in the world were still to come." - Mitch Albom

High Fives ARE Cool.

I've been shitting the bed about this all morning. Improv Everywhere was started in New York City, but has since become international. They're probably best known for freezing time in Grand Central Station, but my favorite is this understated one. That'd be such a nice way to start your day. There was another one that I really liked where some kid started up a facebook event to go to a soccer game and something like three thousand people showed up to cheer on this random little kid's soccer team.

New Year's Resolutions

I don't usually make New Year's resolutions, and when I do I don't stick to them, but I think this year I'm really going to try. I say that now (January 1st) but it won't take long for me to screw this up (January 4).

1. Make a budget and stick to it. Always easier said than done.
2. Read a book a week. I'm pretty excited about this because there are an endless number of books I want to read and I never make the time to read anymore.
3. Take back library materials on time so as not rack up crazy insane library fines.
4. Make an effort to see my friends more instead of being lazy and staying home.
5. Drive less. And be everyone's driver less.

I'm really glad that we ushered the New Year in like we did, with low-key house festivities at Kenzie's. Apparently a lot of people did the same thing. None of us could get it up to figure anything out and I'm glad because I spent it with people who actually mean something to me and not a bunch of drunk assholes in a bar.

"I'm attracted to them."
"Umm... umm..."
"They're from the country."
"Uh... horses, dogs."
"I'm sexually attracted to them!"
"Cowboys, farmers."

Currently Reading: Looking For Alaska by John Green