He loves me.

He came.
He showed up at the door.

My hero.
He loves me.

Alone in the Night-ness

So I'm lying in bed, typling (yes, typling) away at my laptop, having an extremely difficult time being all by myself in such a big city. My boyfriend's gone away to be with his family in a town about 45 minutes away, and I'm stuck here in the city because I've got to work. (Pulling a double shift tomorrow, woohoo!)

I really can't believe how much difficulty I'm having being all by myself here. I mean, the quiet is killing me, and the night-ness of it all. I feel like I'm in some kind of horror movie and the next thing you know, my loved ones are being phoned because something unbelievably horrific has happened to me, and my arms are my legs, and my hair is shaved off... eech.

I phoned my boyfriend a couple of times today, and every time was progressively more distressed than the last. He doesn't seem too terribly fazed by it all. He seems pretty alright with the whole thing, I think its because he knows I'm overreacting and that I'm going to be fine, and that I'm being a touch on the girly, insecure side. But I'm realy serious about all this, I really am. I'm clutching my baseball bat for dear life because you never know what kind of monster is going to come parading through the front door in the middle of the night.

Needless to say, the surroundings are not doing much for giving me a sense of security. There are people running back and forth in the hallway, playing tag or something. I can hear two girls laughing, and something that sounds like its lumbering. Probably a chainsaw massochist. I mean, that's the most likely thing it could be.

I've got the TV on and it's somewhat comforting. This typing business is also a really great outlet for getting rid of some pent-up frustrations. I just wish I never had to be alone here at night time. I'm fine during the day! I'm totally fine, I'm completely safe because nothing bad happens in the sunlight. Everybody knows that.

But the night comes and suddenly everything is amplified by a million, every noise, every bang of the heater, every tick of the clock. A siren rings from the highway outside the building and my grasp on my duvet tightens, pulling the protective icing up over my head. Gah! I asked my boyfriend to come home, to protect me, but it's really not a very fair thing to ask.

Not that I'm not sincerely afraid! Because I am. It's just that I know that chances are, I've got nothing worth stealing, and I know for a fact that I'm not all that sex-ay, so there's nothing worth raping here either. Although, I mean, I don't know if rapists distinguish that sort of stuff. I'm not sure if they're all that picky about the sorts of people they... pillage.

He won't come, and that's okay. I won't get much sleep tonight, though, that's for sure. I have to work bright and early tomorrow morning, and to top it all off, I've got to walk there through the Winnipeg winter desert. And it's going to severely suck, especially since I'm estimating a solid three and a half hours tonight. That should carry me through a double shift! Fersher!

Ack. I'll stop ranting. You can't come rescue me.
But, fortunately, I've managed to enter this message before anything treacherous has happened, so, at least if something does, I'll have sent a last mournful message to the world.

Ooh, Sex in the City is on! Yay!

New Painting

I've painted a new picture! And it's really three pictures. Based on a linen of my mother's, I have recreated an all-natural pattern and documented it on my kitchen floor (the only place where there's any proper light!)

It took me a good three to four hours to complete, but it was a lot of fun. Although, surprisingly, the hardest thing to paint in the world of art is a straight line. Dammit.

I'm sure she'll love it to pieces.
Haha, art pieces, probably.

The Greatest Day

I've just had the greatest day of my life, thanks entirely to my wonderful boyfriend Matthew. You absolutely would not believe how wonderful the day was. Really, it was spectacular.

It was especially momentous because it was out three year anniversary of the day we fell in love. We started the day by getting up bright and early and having an incredible homemade breakfast of pancakes, eggs, bacon, toast, oranges, and juice. It was so delicious, the pancakes were soaked in butter, and dripping with sweet maple syrup. We were both completely stuffed by the time the meal was done.

Next 0we sat down with a canvas and some accoustic music and painted a half-and-half picture together, which really turned out incredibly. I split it right down the center and drew a couple holding hands in the middle. Then I limited the colours we could use, giving him only cool colours, keeping the warm colours for myself. As it turns out, each half really represents us pretty well, his being very structured and logical and mine being very abstract and smudgy.


Next we headed down to Subway for subs, cookies, unlimited coke, and chips. Matthew picked up the bill and we had a fantastic time eating very messy, unhealthy subs.

Afterwards, we drove just down the street to check out this little place called "Video Mart" written in bright uppercase yellow letters on a rectangular blue sign. We went in and felt as though we'd stepped into a video store in India! About half the store was Hindi movies. It also happened to be the first video store I'd ever gone in that had a back room with "Adult" movies in it. Needless to say we decided against entering. Blairing in the background was East Indian alternative music. It was so exciting, and a little bit scary.

Then we drove down to the forks, and parked tremendously, impressively close. I'm finding that our Forks-Parking skills are slowly improving. We checked out the shops, and examined a tremendous Christmas tree with a little Santa on top. After expressing our concern for the tiny Santa's safety, we headed to this little asian shop where there was a very friendly, tiny Chinese lady who hadn't said two words to us before trying to sell us a pair of nunchucks. We assured her that we were not the safest people to practice nunchucks, and she seemed to half understand. We went to Kite & Kaboodle and longed for the board games before heading back to the apartment.

Once we got to the apartment we watched a little bit of TV before starting to make a pizza together. We'd prebought all of the ingredients we needed for pepperoni and bacon pizza, preset the oven, and cut the meat. It was so much fun, and it turned out so tasty! I couldn't believe was culinary geniuses we turned out to be! It was so tasty, and I'm sure we're definitely going to do it again soon.

After the pizza, we watched a great episode of House (one of our all time favourite television shows) and then I got to watch an episode of Rich Bride, Poor Bride, much to Matt's delight. It was really relaxing and so much fun, goofing off together in front of the TV.

After TV we drove down to the cheap seats for some good G-rated movie fun. We saw "The City of Ember" which turned out to be a really interesting, unique movie. We really enjoyed it a lot, despite a few holes in the plot that didn't quite match up. Probably our favourite part was closing our eyes and enjoying an ad for cell phone before the movie, listening to the orchestra play the intense music in the background. It was truly incredible, and I need to find that song! I enjoyed a quarter of a bag of popcorn, and a coke. It was such a success.

In our cozy parkas we headed back home and watched a little bit of Colbert before going to bed. There were no conflicts, no fighting, no sadness. There was just smiling, laughing, joking, and enjoying each other all day. Nothing went wrong, and everything went right. It was the perfect day. I'm thinkin' we should pretend that every day is our anniversary, because, damn.

I can't wait for thousands and thousands more days just like yesterday.