What a dork!

I have a tendency to try to milk every moment that Brad and I get to spend together, because our time together is rare. I get up at 5:30 am, go to work, aren't home until 3:50 at the earliest... He works 5pm-2am most days, including weekends. So our time together during the week is rare and on weekends we tend to sleep through most of it. I try to spend every moment I can with him, almost as if I have a limited amount of time. I usually do this with people because they have a tendancy to leave me... It's just what happens. Not sure why.

I've also been trying really hard to go to a friends wedding that is the day of mine and Brads year and a half. Not exactly a big deal, but I had him book off the day before so that we can at least do dinner or something. As it turns out, it looks like my only option to get to her wedding is go Friday with my boss and stay the night. This means missing out on precious boyfriend time that I requested we have... And I'm torn. And he's sitting here all amazing like "go to the wedding! I won't be upset, I understand, blah blah blah" and then he says something that almost makes my heart stop. And keep in mind, Brad doesn't talk feelings. He doesn't do emotion.... He never says he loves me first because he feels saying it too much ruins it. He and I know he loves me so I don't need to hear gooey shit from him all the time. So when he says this, I almost died. He says "you'll only get to go to her wedding once, and you've got the rest of our lives to hang out with me."

How did I get this lucky?

Dear Diary...

Today my boyfriend cleaned the bathroom! WHAT! And I only had to ask him ONCE! IT'S A MIRACLE! Trust me, it absolutely is.  He's very.... easily distracted.  I want to say forgetful, but he will fight me tooth and nail against the word "forget".  He will say "I did not forget. I got distracted until I had no time left, and I had to leave for [insert place he had to go]".  Now me, I would call that a pretty standard definition of forgetting. Oh I have to do something. Oh, here's something else... Oh I didn't do that thing because it temporarily COMPLETELY LEFT MY MIND.  Aka I forgot.  But Brad has a special way of forgetting.  One in which he isn't distracted by anything (rare) and later thinks to himself  "there's something I need to do and can't remember what it was".   But he claims that 90% of the time he's just distracted. He knows he has to clean the bathroom / wash the dishes / do the cat litter / eat meals.... but he doesn't have time.  Oh silly boy.

So you can see why him cleaning the bathroom after I only asked ONCE (technically twice, but our conversation wherein I asked what the likelihood of him actually cleaning the bathroom if I asked, and him asking a time frame, barely counts as me asking him.  I asked him this morning.).  Someone told me once that you have to train men.  I cannot train Brad.  But I like the fact that I don't WANT to train him. He's not a dog.  He just needs to get into habits. I need to get into habits! It's not like I didn't sit there and go "man.. that's a lot of hair on this counter. I should clean it" and then CLEAN IT.  No no. It wasn't my turn.  But I could have.  I need training.

I also need training on how to lose weight and have a life.  Is there a night-class I can take for that?  Ask the bowl of candy I had with dinner.... I refuse to weigh myself!

2 days, 4 hours

I'm watching Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince in preparation for The Deathly Hallows...  One of my favourite scenes in this movie isn't even IN the book, and caused quite an outrage amongst hardcore HP fans.  I consider myself on of these fans BUT I thought the scene was incredible. 

Of course I'm talking about the scene at The Burrow (I want to live there. I want a home as cozy at The Burrow. I think I'll name my first house The Burrow v2.0) where they are attacked, and The Burrow is... aflame *sob*.  It's so HEART WRENCHING because EVERYBODY loves the Weasleys. THEY NEVER DID ANYTHING WRONG EXCEPT BE PURE AWESOME.  SERIOUSLY. I love them. Love them. The end.  But anyways!  When Harry and Ginny run into the tall grass, and see Fenrir Greyback and are, well, being stalked by death-eaters... it's such a well done scene.  I think the lack of background music was a fantastic choice for that scene because there's nothing to distract you from the scene.  It's a strange scene, slightly cheesy, and horrifying if you're young... because you can HEAR everything. Because there is no music.  There are scenes when no music makes all the difference.  This is one of them.

Dear The Weasleys
I'd say adopt me, but I'd rather marry into the family. Ron being my preference but I'll take George too, seeing as he's single and alone :(
Love,
Amy

So unimpressed.

One of the most disarming things about gaining weight is that point when you're doing laundry or going through your clothing and you find something and immediately think "man... there is no way this fits me. It's so huge and shapeless" and then you put it on... and it fits great. It may even be snug. WHAT'S UP WITH THAT?! I hate that!

I've been so bad the last 2 weeks I refuse to weigh myself.  And I've never been much of a weight watcher.  Yes I try to lose weight, but I don't like actually seeing the numbers because when they don't go down, my spirits do. We never had a scale in my house growing up... I would sneak my weight checking at friend's houses, and it was like a novelty.  I bought a scale in 2nd year for an art project, and I've kept it.... I've only used it maybe 10 times, and it's been.... 4 years?  Yeah not much of a weight watcher.  Probably because it's so discouraging!

I went for a nice long walk today though, with some running... I'd have thrown in more running but another dude came in to use the little gym room in my apartment and there was noooo way I was running my jiggly belly on that treadmill facing him and his muscles. JUDGED! 

It's been nice having a life as of late.  Maybe I'll come up with something actually interesting to say.... maybe!

Whew..

It would figure that I would start a blog to keep myself entertained and then actually have a decently busy week.  It certainly helps me feel better about myself, minus the fact that I haven't worked out all week and I've eaten somewhere around a metric tonne of candy. No big deal.

If there's one thing in this world I hate, it's searching for a job.  I still haven't heard anything from the City, but Anita told me to give it 2-3 weeks.  If I haven't heard anything by Friday, I'm going to call them and inquire about if they got my resume or not.  Other than that, I haven't been able to find anything.  There's only one bank job nearby available and it's for Guelph/Kitchener/Waterloo/Cambridge and involves working evening and weekends at a bunch of branches... and only 15-37 hours a week. I cannot survive on 15 hours a week... that's just pathetic! So harsh.  It's just so hard now because I have a car and the boyfriend does not, and he needs one pretty much every night, since he works until 2am (3:30 yesterday!).  This makes it very difficult but I think I need to focus more on getting me a job than how it'll affect his ride... he can always ask someone for a ride. *sigh*  It's just so hard, and so... not degrading, but disheartening.  Applying for a job not even 6 months after spending 2 months searching for a job before. Not a whole lot out there.

In other news, my cat is insane.  But that's a story for another day.