Do you know what really freaks me out? Strangers with personal space issues. I was at Shoppers this morning, minding my own business, standing in a very long line waiting to pay for my cough drops and, er, half-priced Valentine's chocolate (shut up, I have PMS), when this lady got in line behind me. Very, very close behind me. Every time I moved forward as someone finished paying and left, she'd sidle up behind me again so that she was practically on my back. I'd shift slightly to one side, and she'd follow my motion and shift too. It was beginning to bother me, so I looked over my shoulder and stared at her, but she just stared back like I was the one being rude. When the guy in front of me paid the cashier and I moved up in line, the lady actually got close enough to touch me -- her boobs were pretty much on my back. I jumped in surprise and made a face at her. It didn't help that she smelled funky, like clothes that had been sitting wet in a washer for a week. Bleurgh. It was the first time I ever felt the need to actually cover the pinpad when I was typing my pin number. Crazy fucking nutjobs.

Anyhoo, everyone must go here and watch all of the Little Ashes clips. Get excited with me, people! Especially you, citikitti, since you're coming with me to see it next month. Where are you, anyway? *pouts*

For some strange reason, my LJ is set to Newfoundland time. Weird.

I've been having such a horrible week/month/whatever. I thought it was this place, but I'm not really sure. My birthday is very soon, and it's sort of depressing me. It's not even the age thing, it's just that I feel so stagnant. I need to do something. And soon. Whenever we have this conversation, or variations thereof, The Boy always asks me the same question: What do you want to do? And that's the worst part - I have no idea. I need to go home for a week and get my shit together. I need my thinking swing. The swings here all suck, and if you go to a park without children in tow people look at you like you're a paedophile. I hate the 'burbs.

Enough of my bitch-filled waffle. I need amusment before I go and start getting this place ready for yet another birthday party - then I can rest for another year. (My Brat is 8! *cries*)

I really, really need to see this movie. I think I may die waiting for March 27th. :(

I'm finally settled in here in 'burbs hell, where minivans abound and school moms make cookies for their neighbours. It's rather bizarre, but I'm coping in my usual way: avoidance.

I'm attempting to plan a murder mystery birthday party for #1, but I'm drawing a blank on clues. Any ideas? I feel extremely unimaginative lately, and I have to get my ass in gear. The party is on the 24th. Yikes.

The Boy is watching 'Top Gun', but I can hardly mock him, as I just finished watching 'Twilight' again, and it was loltastic. It's really weird -- I just noticed that RPattz sounds exactly like Gale Harold when saying certain lines in the film. If you close your eyes and listen, you'd swear it was him. Damn, but I feel bad for that guy -- he had no clue what sort of craziness he was getting himself into. He's on practically every tabloid cover now. And he's signed on for the next two as well. Hopefully he has the good sense not to make 'Breaking Dawn', if they decide to turn that into a movie at all. I really don't see how they could without cutting out most of it -- it's too ridiculous and creepy. Fuck, it would be hilarious though. In a way, I hope they do make it.

Er -- that's enough randomness for one day.

Happy Birthday to the most wonderful, talented, lovable citikitti!!!! We shall celebrate with cocktails and porn involving bars with mysterious, secret doors when I get back to Toronto. Love ya, Kath!

♥ ♥ ♥

Boy called last night -- we got the house I want, but still no word from the NS job. Gah! We can't make the decision without all the info, and I really don't want to lose that house. He's going to contact NS job today. Hopefully they'll be able to tell him something useful. All I wanted to do was sit down and weep in confusion last night, so instead I prettied up edward_carlisle and contemplated their relationship in all manner of ways. If made me feel better. Briefly.

The first half of my moving is now finished (and the worst -- packing is one of my least favourite things in the world), and I've just returned from Toronto where Boy and I found a few possible houses. Now I have a brand new dilemma -- he had an interview for another job, this time in Nova Scotia. I didn't particularly enjoy living in NS the last time we were there, but that was Halifax and this time it wouldn't be. I'm so confused as to what to do if he gets this new job. I would rather be on the East Coast near my family and all, but I think he prefers his current job to the possible new one. After spending over a week in Toronto, I seriously don't know if I can live there. There are good things about it -- namely citikitti, museums and such, and of course, shopping. Otherwise, the entire place just gives me an enormous headache. I'm going to try not to dwell on it until it's absolutely necessary. Because I'm avoider and avoiders avoid. Yes, that's what I'll do. Avoid until I can avoid no longer.

Onto bright and happy things, then. Spending time with citikitti and her lovely daughters was wonderful! I miss out on all the girly kids fun with my boys. I love painting fingernails and stuff like that. Kath is awesome, and being able to speak openly about things of a fandomy nature is the best. We even went out for cocktails! And I got her to read 'Twilight'! I'm hoping to turn her into a fanpire so I don't feel so ridiculous, but I'm not quite sure if it worked. She said she liked it, but wasn't sucked in enough to want to write fic. I have written fic. Three, in fact. I really need to find some fanpires, because I'm going insane needing to discuss its sugaryness. I need a Twilight enabler... and a beta. :D

I've also decided that there isn't nearly enough slash in Twilight fandom. There are only 200+ members of twilight_slash! This obviously needs to be rectified. I've been feeling the need to pair up Edward and Carlisle, so I made edward_carlisle, but I haven't done anything with it as of yet. I need to make it pretty and write up something for the user info. I hate doing that, it gets my weird internet phobia going strong.

My gmail chat won't load for some reason, but I can be found on Y!M again, if anyone is around. Especially during the day when I'm extremely bored, which I mainly am besides when the brats have dragged me out to the pool.

Hey kids! I know it seems as if I have died, but really I've just been packing up my life to move half way across the country and I've had no internet access. Sometimes I think I would rather die than pack another box, but I somehow get through it. If I didn't love stuff so much this might turn me into a minimalist.

This probably makes little sense, as I've gone a slightly loopy from the cardboard box fumes and the sounds of the tape gun, but I wanted to check in and say I miss you guys. And after this last horrible week, I should be around again. For one week. Then I'm off to Toronto to look for a house with the Boy. And see citikitti -- yay!

What's going on with you?

Oh, and I just want to say that I love this season for Doctor Who. You? Y/Y?

<3 <3 <3

A few hours ago I sent the Boy a sort of bitchy email. I'm not sure if I regret it completely, but I am feeling a little guilty about it. He probably hasn't seen it yet and I could break into his Bell webmail and delete it(I don't know the password, but he always uses the same ones so I could figure it out easily), but I'm not sure if I want to. We have a joint email address set up through Bell, so I have access to both of our emails. I try not to read his, but I have to click them to get rid of the mail alerts before they drive me nuts. Anyway, I was reacting to an email he received from a friend of his. My anger was probably confused and misplaced (and it's probably mostly my hormones talking), but it did make me angry. I don't know what to do. He'll no doubt see it tomorrow unless I delete it tonight. Delete? Y/N?

In other news, I've been working on the Twilight crack fic again. Only it's less crack than I'd intended -- it's more silly. I'll probably write it and it'll sit and rot on my computer like everything else I write.

The girls over at rpattz_trufax are making me lol with all the wikipedia fuckery this evening. It's lovely. I'm badly in need of lulz. <3

I can't believe it's May already. May is usually my second favourite month (after October), but this year all it brings is a horrible sense of panic. It means I have only two months left to pack this house up (all by myself) and move its contents half way across the country. At times like today when I'm extra hormonal and irritable, I feel angry at the Boy for not at least packing up his own shit and taking it with him before he left the last time, and I'm tempted to throw it all into boxes and call some charity organisation to come pick that shit up and get it out of my hair. As I said, I'm feeling very irritable. We have so much stuff. I wish I wasn't so attached to my furniture, then I could leave it all here and start from scratch, but I can't. I'm supposed to be looking for moving companies and things, but I'm so not in the mood, and the fact that Boy nags me about it every time I talk to him isn't helping matters. I'd rather sit around eating bonbons and watching youtube videos, you know. Who wouldn't?

I really want to see this movie...



Maybe I'll be lucky and it'll play at the Toronto film festival.

God, I'm such a bitch today. The fucking dog keeps barking at these kids skateboarding in the street and it's driving me mental. I detest living in the suburbs, and I've basically agreed to move to Canadian Suburbia Hell which will be so much worse than my current one. Ugh.

I guess I should probably get some boxes.

Well, I'm already 1500 words into the random crack fic for the Fandom That Shall Not Be Named. I guess I've officially lost it. I think I need to seek out another unfortunate fanpire to cry with. Or laugh with. Or both at the same time.

Boy climbed the CN Tower for WWF on Saturday. It took him 18 minutes and he didn't even need an ambulance after. That's pretty impressive, I thought. I would have taken much longer and probably not have made it all the way. He even beat his 19.5 minute time from 12 years ago, the last time he did it, which really sucks because now I've lost our bet. I figured his old arse would take longer to drag up the stairs now than it did when he was a teenager. Oh well.

Lost is back tomorrow night! Yay! I've even been a good girl and stayed away from spoilers about the new episode -- I don't even know whose episode it is! It's not really because I'm being good, but because I've been stolen away by vampires and not paying attention. But still, I'm unspoiled for once!