I suck at blogging.

But here I go trying my hand at it again!

I recently found out that "sometimes when you love something, you have to let it go", is not just for children who begged their parents to rescue a cute cat off the streets; only to find out that it was a lost cute cat and they now have to return it to it's rightful owners. It's also not just something you hear in romantic movies. Apparently, this is a thing. And it happens.

Me and Comic Book Hero broke up. I guess it could be called mutual, though I pushed for it. I asked him to "let me go", and then he finally did. Though I was hurt at first, the pain quickly faded. In the six months that I haven't written anything, in the six months that we had been dating, I barely got to know him. I knew little things, minute details. But the whole relationship had shifted on it's axis, and at some point he stopped trying. By the time we broke up (over facetime) I hadn't seen or heard from him in a week (which wasn't that abnormal for us).

If you're anything like my friends, I'm sure you're asking "so who's the new guy?" And I'm offended! Hurt even. How dare you assume I already have a new guy.

So, I'm thinking a fun nickname for him would be Heart of Gold (as in the space ship in Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Because me knowing that "Belgium" is a swear word is what got us to hit it off. It has absolutely nothing to do with him being really sweet.) We have had one date already, and that's really all you nosey-people need to know for now.

There is also Piano Man, who is coming over tomorrow to hang out before I leave to visit my sister who has her internship in Berlin. We have a connection and I've known him for awhile, though we lost contact and didn't start to talk again until (... you can totally see this coming can't you?) after Comic Book Hero and I broke up. Not that that was super intentional, I just happened to message quite a few everyone who was online they day after it all went down. Piano Man happened to be one of those people. We were talking and it was like "why did we stop talking, you're super cool" and "lucky charms" and "come on over". And so he came over. And he slept over. But there was no hanky panky! We didn't even kiss. (True story.) Though the connection between us is there, it's hard to know what to call it. For now, I'll say we just enjoy each-other's company. We eventually started doing the kissy thing a few days later. It was so casual and comfortable that I honestly can't remember how it started, it just did. But I never got butterflies because of his touch or got blushy when he messaged me; like I do with Heart of Gold. Heart of Gold kissed me tonight, a lot. And with every touch and every kiss I felt my heart tremble; butterflies making me sick with giddiness. So a few days ago, I told Piano Man I wanted to go back to basics. No kissy stuff, no hand holding, no things people in relationships do: just friends. He's really happy to oblige. He feels a bit guilty that he is so vague with his feelings, but I told him it's okay. This is for the better, because I know what will happen: I'll decide that I really like him eventually and get my heart broken when he isn't sure how he feels. There is no sense in letting a little physical history get in the way of a rockin' friendship though, after all- we do have a connection.

Heart of Gold is coming over on Thursday to send me off in the evening before I sit in a bus for 12 hours. I need those homeopathic sleeping pills. Maybe I can knock my butt out and get a bit of sleep on the bus. I really can't wait to see my sister, or Berlin! We're going to visit some shops and stuff, and I can pick up a really cute dress to put on for when I get back. Because, I get back on the day of Heart of Gold's birthday! Wow, don't I have splendid timing. He's offered me to come over after I get off the bus (at a bright and shining 7 in the morning) and crawl into bed with him. This is a thing I'm very likely to do. Though it does involve meeting the parents for breakfast after we wake up.

Still no word if I've gotten into the school I applied to, but my diploma is in the mail. I'll call them when I get back from Berlin, see if they can give me any information. As for the rest of the summer? Well, we'll just have to see what happens.

- This girl had pizza for dinner

A sudden urge...

So, I was skipping through my facebook news feed when all of a sudden I see someone shared this article:

6 Things Men Will Literally Never Get

One of my guy friends shared it, and I kind of have mixed feelings about that because now I feel the urge to write a rebuttal. For the sake of all women and men out there.

Let's go through the points in the same order, shall we?

1. Drinks at the club

The author of this pretty much says 'thanks for the free booze, but you're not getting any (read: sex), no matter how much free booze you give me'. Sure, fair enough. No one should expect that if they give you a drink it's a instant one-way ticket to Panties-land. But, on that same note, accepting one drink from someone hitting on you is polite (less you really just don't want to be bothered). But, I draw the line at using someone for free booze. Besides, lady who thinks all guys should already know this stuff because of movies and family and the internet (blah blah blah), you cannot tell me you don't know what they're trying to do. They want you in a nasty, do it in the bathroom kind of way. Don't be so naive and disrespectful. 

2. When we say we need space

No one here majored in mind reading. Be honest with the person you are in a relationship with. Because if you can't be honest, then what the hell are you doing in a relationship? When I say I need space, that usually means "I don't want to say something I'll regret. And this situation is pissing me off. And hurting my head. Leave me alone while I organise my brain." Life isn't a quick-fix rom-com, and no one should have to "fight" for you everyday, let alone every week or month. Nobody has time for that, and it's exhausting. Besides, your beau probably needs some space of his own if you're anywhere near as high-maintenance as you sound. 

3. We don't over-think

Yes. Yes we do. Point in case: your article and mine.

And it's not a bad thing- unless you focus on the negative and constantly bother your significant other with the millions of thoughts that run through your head every moment. I suggest taking up creative writing, or journaling. It's constructive. 

4. We already know the truth

No. You think you already know the truth. But we just discussed how we woman (not exclusive) are prone to over-thinking. We are also prone to having faux arguments in our heads in preparation for the real deal; even though we know deep down that this argument won't go like we thought (if it even happens at all). Did no one tell you that when you assume you are making an ass-out-of-you-and-me? 

5. When we say we're fine, we're NOT

This makes me laugh and roll my eyes at the SAME TIME. Yes, 'fine' has become that word in arguments that girls use when they're not fine. But you know what? Just like the 'I need space' BS, no one can read your mind. If you're not fine, say: "I'm not fine." Really that simple. 

I'm personally NOT okay with a guy bugging me a bazillion times to see if I'm okay. If I'm not okay and I'm being passive aggressive about it, don't worry, I'll get around to letting you know what's up. Right now, I'm trying to figure out 1) What exactly is wrong. 2) How do I convey what I'm feeling in words. 3) What is it that I want the solution to be. Maybe some other things too, but that's the gist of it. But if you keep bothering me about it, then I'm only going to get annoyed with you on top of whatever else it is that's already bothering me. 

6. Fantasies

I think I threw up a little bit.

No, no, no, no, no, no, seriously NO. Do not, please, reference romance movies when asking guys to understand the (get ready for sarcasm) oh so complex mind and life of the female. First of all, they probably didn't see the movie; and if they did, they probably weren't paying attention because they were forced to see it by some girl. Second, if you idealise men by what you see in movies, then you're only setting yourself up for disappointment. Plus, you're being just as bad as men who idealise woman for the way they see them in movies. 

So yea. Got that out of my system. Here's a picture of the phone case I made.

- This tired of whiney girls, girl

Quick sir! Tell me what year it is!

Skittles Rum! 

(Kids drink responsibly. I mean, not kids. Kids don't drink. Adults drink responsibly...)

- Two big bag of skittles

- Five cool looking glass bottles (already pre filled with rum definitely works)

- Rum to fill the bottles (if not already pre filled)*

- 5 bowls

- empty water bottle

- coffee filters

- funnel

- pitcher

(*Rum can be substituted for vodka or I guess any strong clear liquor.)

Sort your two bags of skittles into bowls. If you have pre filled bottles (mine were 350ml), you will need to empty about a fifth of the rum from each bottle into a empty water bottle. (Make room for the skittles! Science b!%@#) I put 50 skittles into each bottle. Make sure all bottles are sealed nicely, put the water bottle aside (maybe clearly marked "RUM" so you don't drink it the next morning thinking it's water. Totally didn't make that mistake myself or anything...) Shake. Shake a couple hours later. Shake some more. Create a song and dance for every time you shake. Watch telly. Shake them bottles baby! Go to sleep. Eat breakfast. Shake again. Let these colourful bottles of joy sit for about 24 hours to let all the candy dissolve. (While periodically shaking them. Did I mention... shake? My rum shake brings all the boys to the yard?) Filter the skittle jizz from the rum using the funnel and coffee filters into the pitcher. This part takes awhile. Also, you will need to filter the rum a couple times. Put them back in their bottles, refill to the top with the rum in the water bottle. Top on tight and shake. Stick them in the freezer until ready to drink. Mixes well with sprite.

Happy New Year everyone! It's 2014! I decided to not smoke! I have a boyfriend! I'm attempting to set Ash up with my 'sister'! I'm working on my portfolio! I'm going snowboarding Friday! For a week! I ate homemade mac&cheese tonight with lactose free cheese! And it was amazing! I added spinach to make it kind of healthy! 

Things are really good, Comic Book Hero and I are doing amazingly well and even bought a pie for our one month anniversary. (Mainly because after New Years, there was still about 7 of us sleeping at Comic Book Hero & Co.'s house. And we all woke up together because we all were still sleeping in the same room. So I announced to everyone the good news after Comic Book Hero and I spent a few minutes cuddling under the covers.) Things are really good with Ash too! We get along great and even are good friends. It makes me smile that things are so nice. This past week I've become so close to such cool people. I don't have nicknames for them yet. I'll get back to you on that. My sister and Ash were flirting at the New Year's party and it was so cute! So now I'm trying to get them to talk and stuff... (tehehehe winky face) 

Guess who messaged me the other day? (Hint: The answer is not "your mom".) My brother! Yea, I was pretty surprised too. It was kind of late in the evening/early in the morning. It started off okay, it was all "Hey, if you try I will try. But I still don't like you." And then it really quickly jumped to "You're super selfish and never think about anyone else and I had a shitty New Year's because of you." Okay, he didn't really say the last part, but he did imply it. Really. He also called me a liar. Which is true, I did lie about having sex with Ash. Of course I regret that whole situation, lying included. I lied because I was a coward. I didn't want to have to deal with what I did or the consequences I'd have to face. I wanted to avoid all that/this. Now, he wants to meet up and "talk" because Ash has a housewarming coming up soon and Ash wants us both to be there. Apparently the only problem is with my brother because I induce blinding rage in him or something. Though, now it's better. He's cooled off a lot, so I've been told, and he wants to "try". I tried using a Star Wars quote on him ("there is no try, only do") but it kind of flopped. At any rate, I immediately felt sick again (didn't help that I was actually already sick) and had to throw up, then I cried myself to sleep. (Needless to say, I'm not really looking forward to our upcoming "talk" if this is how our conversations are going to end from now on.) Comic Book Hero was by my side fortunately and held me. "Everything will be okay." 

Winter sport vacation starts this Friday! I'm going snowboarding with my neighbour & co. We're staying in a cabin for 10 days, I'm so excited. First time snowboarding on a real mountain (omigoodness). 

- This new year!