Aghast

Alright ghosts. It has been days and days and days and days since I've posted. I am genuinely sorry about this. There are so many things I want to blog about, I simply have to write them down and organise my thoughts elsewhere. At this point I am simply going to post a very select few of my many pictures taken over the last little while. While they may seem like a lot, believe me, these are just previews. It was my birthday on the fifth! Yay! Birthday girl hat! It was a lot of fun. Mugs had his birthday on the third, so it was birthday cake and Easter feast mania. I really have to work out to burn that stuff off. Here I am making popcorn.

Birthday picture . From left: Dave (Chloé's boyfriend), Chloé (sister), Katelyn (best friend/soul mate) and Court (brother). Of course my bra is sticking out.

Chloé, for some reason, took pictures of me washing Clara at the Pet Wash.

Colour co-ordination not planned. Chloé and Dave, Mugs and I on the Bruce Trail on my birthday. The shirts Chloé and I are wearing kind of define us (mine has Mario character names, hers is the batman symbol and it says Arkham Asylum underneath).

Trees.

More tree.

Three out of four siblings. Lots of fun, but still, we miss Clint.

Sultry. Doesn't she have rad glasses?

Childhood art. This is the "C" of my name; it's my signature.

This was randomly on one of the woodworking shops' windows at OCAD.

The building beside OCAD. So cool.

Our group for visiting OCAD and the AGO. It was awesome. We saw original Group of Seven paintings! I was SO STOKED. I was just blown away! I could have stared at them all day. I once had to paint imitating a member of the Group of Seven's style, and I chose Lauren Harris. His art is my most favourite, and there were two of his works there, including this one, which I had to be torn away from. Amazing, amazing, amazing. I also took an illegal picture of a sculpture I really enjoyed, but I got Katelyn's arm in there because stealth photos are difficult. Also, it didn't capture the use of negative space particularly well, so that was a bummer. As a plus side, we were with our Australian exchange teacher, and he is really, really awesome.

Katelyn and I went out for lunch at this nice place but we didn't find out until after our meal that they didn't take debit so I had to venture three blocks down the road to the Scotiabank (which isn't even my bank!) and take out the money plus 1.50$ charge. Annoying.

Wild, Isn't It?

Phew! What an incredibly busy weekend I have. I've been in need of blogging for days!

On Friday I had to work 4-11 and I slacked off which is no good, but I felt lazy, then afterwards I went out for pizza with my work buddy and that was a lot of fun. Then I went home and talked to Mugs for about an hour-ish and went to bed at about 1:30 or so. I fell asleep with my light on and the phone in my hand.

Today I woke up automatically at 6:45, which is fifteen minutes later than when I normally get up but I was still impressed with myself, and I proceeded to turn my light off, put the phone on the charger and went back to sleep until around 8. I woke up, debating whether I should sleep in or go to the acting workshop at the library like I had planned, and I was having weird half-sleep dreams. After half an hour of kind of sleeping, kind of struggling internally I decided to get up and go to the workshop.

The workshop was throughly amazing. It was with the artistic director of Theatre Collingwood and I really enjoyed it, as well as learned a lot. It was hugely beneficial. I feel artistically enriched and refreshed.

Afterwards, I went to work for a really short shift. I visited Mugs at work briefly on my way home, and now here I am to blog quickly in between events.

You see, in forty minutes I am going to go to Boston Pizza to watch UFC with Mugs until one in the morning-ish. It should be a blast! Afterwards I'll go to bed, of course, but will it end there? Of course not! For once, I have even more to do!

Tomorrow I am completely booked. I have rehearsal for the musical from 9:30-4, followed by work from 4-11 (I'll be justifiably late). Long day, that one will be.

Despite how hectic this all feels, it feels awesome to have a destination instead of moseying around the house feeling blah. I love being busy! Don't worry, ghosts, my usual lack of a life will return on Monday once again.

"Hey You, Stop What You're Doing and Love Me"

Well folks, I hate to bombard you with my boyfriend's extreme level of sappiness, but he sent me this on facebook and I just found it so awesome I couldn't resist sharing it with my ghosts. It's like a love note in blog form. It's the most bloggy thing he's written, so here you are. You can disregard this post if you can do without wonderful mush, as in probably Chloé. The beginning is just so ridiculous. I laughed my head off. Not that it has ever been on entirely anyway.

So, my sugar plum, we meet again on the forefront of Internet facebook email message technology. You see, there has been a shocking turn of events in my epic and noble quest to be vastly superior to everyone else. I was rising the ranks; I was so close to being the alpha male. However, just as things started to seem magnificent, I happened to fall--and I'm not talking about falling down and scraping one of my indestructible knees--I'm talking about falling in love. When this fall happened I didn't know what to do! I didn't even have time to brace myself, it all happened so fast. Only a split second went by when I suddenly lost focus on everything that meant so much to me. It's as if my priorities were rearranged. Everything sort of melted away and there was only one thing left which meant so much to me and it seemed as if my whole life before that was just preparation for a greater task at hand. It seemed as though I should have always had this spectacular person in my life. And now that I have her I'm never going to let her go! I'm going to keep her wrapped up in my strong arms because that's where I know nothing will ever be able to harm her. I'm going to keep her pressed up against my chest so she'll always be warm and cozy. Above all I will always keep her in my mind and in my heart because than I know she will always be with me no matter where I go. No matter where I go I feel as if she's right there beside me, and I could just turn around and see her beautiful face staring at me. I wish it were only that easy to see her, just think she's there, turn around and than poof! Callie appears, but then I guess she'd be stuck by my side because I'm always thinking about her. I can't do anything or go anywhere without thinking about her. It's ridiculous.

How can a person care so much about somebody else that they put themselves second, or that they would go out of their way just to make their loved one smile? I don't know, but that's just the way it is! I love you so much Callie and I will forever, so the sooner you accept that and the sooner you get to loving me the better for the both of us! XOXO ♥

Love the Müsin!

Isn't it sappy?

Ha, ha.

YELLOW!

So my gorgeous boyfriend bought me beautiful yellow roses. I know that yellow roses symbolise friendship, but yellow is my favourite colour, especially of roses, and hey, we were friends first, so maybe it symbolises the very beginning of our relationship. Anyway, I just though I'd take some pictures and show you how nice they are. I kind of only showed you one, though, I just realised...I guess I'll have to take a picture of the rest of the bouquet on the table. They look stunning. So, there they are. I hope you like them as much as I do. These roses are particularly well-formed compared to other roses I've seen! I'm impressed.

The Heat is On in More Ways than One

A wonderful blizzard attacked in the opposite of stealth yesterday! It continues to pummel us with fat snowflakes as I type. Yesterday we got over a foot of really, really cold snow, so powdery and fabulous. Today it's warmer so the snow isn't as ridiculous to walk in (as in you don't feel like your skin is being peeled off from the bitter winds), but it will be much worse to shovel. Ugh. Yesterday I shoveled for about twenty minutes, making it through all of six feet, and I practically broke my wrist (the one I fell on at work), so I woke Courtland up to make him finish and he gave up after about five minutes. Oh, and went back to bed.
The sidewalks weren't plowed at the time when I left for the day, so walking was more than a chore. The snow was at my thighs (no exaggeration) and I was actually getting a workout--I was breathing heavy! It's not even as if I'm out of shape, it was just that deep. Macaroni. I love it.
In other news, Canadian women's curlers make dumb mistakes in the game and lose to the Swedes again. Not that a silver isn't acceptable, because it totally is (plus it's curling so I don't have much of an emotional investment in the...sport?...game?), but really. Even I could tell that was a dumb move. Harper was in the audience of course, because he would be watching the most boring event of all when the Olypmics are in his own country. Naturally, he was unimpressed.
As for men's hockey last night, against the Slovaks! That was intense! Our boys were kind of just killing time at the end while Slovakia kept givin' her, which was disappointing, but it was high-stress and awesome. 3-2 for us and a whole whack of cheering to our all-star goalie, Luongo, who really held the game together at the end. Going for the gold against the US of A next! Sorry, my American followers, but your nation is my competition this time. :) May the best team win.
Now a shoutout to my loverly boyfriend, who has followed my blog for many months and has been with me for longer than that. You are the cherry on top, my darling. I love you!
Finally, I've just decided that I'm going to start thanking followers and non-following but daily reading people of my blog more often. I won't say in every blog, because as we can see I have only eleven followers (feel free to help me change that for the better), so that would be rather a short-lived project. Plus I might not remember or it might not fit into a given blog. At any rate, this blog goes out to my boyfriend, as mentioned. He follows with his Google account. You should do this too, non-bloggers!
And we'll all live happily ever after.

She Scores!

Well, the opening ceremonies for the Olympics were held tonight (and perhaps are continuing now?) in this my home and native land, and I was at work! I saw bits and pieces of it and it kind of just looked like a feeble Canada-ised imitation of Beijing's crazy ceremonies. We must face it, we are not the crazy Beijing Olympics. Plus it's winter. Of course, I didn't see them all, so if they improved from what I saw, let me know.
Anyway, it's pretty cool that the Olympics are in my country. I kind of want to say it makes it feel less distant and otherworldly, but it doesn't, really. The Olympics don't feel any closer to home even though they are. Someone from my school is going to be snowboarding. Ah well, that's the way it is I suppose. I like to watch the figure skating, speed skating, ski/snowboard jumping and ski/snowboard races. I like the other stuff too, of course, like the very Canadian sport that is hockey, but even though I enjoy winter as a season much more than summer, I like the summer Olympics more.
In other news, I fell at work today. It wasn't very embarrassing because the only one who saw was Greg and he is very polite and gentlemanly and didn't even mention it to anyone else as I am sure anyone else would have, which was awesome. He asked if I was okay and moved on with his life. Plus I saw him drop something and spill it all over the place later and didn't mention it, so we're even. The only downer was that I kind of hurt my wrist and it made my ongoing headache even worse, which really sucked. I've felt awful all night. Highlight of my night: Vince got my Sunday shift covered! Yes! I was contemplating faking sick if I couldn't get anyone to take my shift, but I didn't really want to be deceitful and I hate calling in. I feel bad because they need me there. Hence, I opted for honesty and just told my managers I needed Sunday off because I wanted to be with with my boyfriend on Valentine's Day. It turns out this was an excellent idea because Vince jumped on it and tried (and succeeded!) to get my shift covered all night. I was so grateful. So that is awesome.
Plus I was working with Jarred tonight and he's the bestest manager of them all. Also awesome.
If only I wasn't feeling so sick.

Isn't it Glorious?

^ Written by the lovely Alex Mugford^

As January comes to a close, winter re-enters and makes Callie very happy.
It was majorly sucking before. All the snow had melted, you could go out in sweaters and the stupid Sun just kept blossoming from behind the clouds to take all the precious cold and whiteness from us. But no longer must we suffer through premature spring weather! A blizzard brought our rightful January climate back in a hurry and it continues to sprinkle us with beautiful flakes of snow. Heavenly.
The only downside about that being that it's really cold even inside, but I can lick it. I walked to the library with Mugs last night through -28 degrees and crazy wind just to return my stupid books, which were so overdue it cost me 21.50$. Sheesh. Anyway, the point is that I have been colder.
As you may have noticed in my facebook status, I went for a pedicure and a facial yesterday. It was AWESOME. My feet feel so good and my blemishes are practically gone. I'm going for another facial soon to finish up with my awful skin. I hate having combination skin. Do I use moisturiser or oil removing wipes? It sucks. Anyway, in the pedicure she put my feet in this purple hot wax stuff that moulded to my feet and felt so, so good. And I got my toes painted, of course. It was wonderful. I felt like a princess. I decided that if I ever have a daughter I'm going to send her for a pedicure and manicure for one of her birthdays and let her wear a tiara so she feels extra princessy.
Plus the lady who was doing it was so sweet! She was adorable. Kind of spacey. I liked her.
However, at one point during the facial I started feeling claustrophobic because she put this really warm, moist washcloth over my face (which felt awesome), which was fine in itself, but then she put the really bright light for looking at my skin right over my face and she had the steamer blowing steam at my nose and I was under about four blankets and her hands were covering my face too, so it was freaky. I dealt with it though. When the cloth started to cover my nose and mouth completely though I just reached up and said I couldn't breathe. Too scary.
Anyway, my skin felt and looked great. My nose was kind of swollen, but I felt great anyway. The foot wax makes me want a manicure so they can wax my hands too.
PS This lovely treatment was complements of my mother, who works in that spa. So thank you.

Coconut Thingies

Did you ever notice that shortly after a car is turned off it still makes little noises under the hood, like it's settling or something? Perhaps it's pining for it's owner to return and is making the car equivalent of sad whimpers and mournful sighs. Or maybe it's grumbling and cursing the driver for making him sit out there in the coldness of the elements instead of in a nice dry garage! It's mystifying.
I realised I have this habit of checking to make sure that my alarm clock is on, set at the right time and in the right position for hitting snooze. It's a travel-size Big Ben clock, so it folds up and if it isn't unfolded exactly right I can't just reach over to turn it off, I have to struggle through the infuriating beeping until I can get it set right for turning off. It's not really that big of a deal to do, but it's an inconvenience I would rather avoid, and I do, with my checking and re-checking and re-checking.
My mom has this need to always turn the heating dials in the car to exactly the right position, and she will move her wrist and apply pressure as if she's turning them even if they're already turned. She likes the heat to be on its hottest, highest and on defrost. Sometimes my feet get cold so I turn it to defrost/feet, but it usually gets changed back anyway. I don't mind, I just think it's funny because whenever I start the car I change the dials to how she likes for this specific reason, but she does it regardless. It's interesting.
Katelyn and I are going to start going to the Y together since we'll have more time this semester. I've been feeling so very lazy, but I keep telling myself it's ok because we'll be going to the Y soon. However, this argument is starting to wear thin as I feel my arms get weaker by the day and while I can't feel it I can guarantee my cardio is virtually zippo. So, ghosts, I am indeed looking forward to the euphoria that is working out which will be coming upon me quite quickly!
PS Mugs and I made Pilsbury cookies. Mm. Fun times. See it in the album "Girl, Relax" on Facebook.
Yes.
Oh yeah, and I end today with a superbly happy period, even though I know that sounds like the Kotex commercial.

Callie's Daily Transformation

Without makeup (pale, lifeless-looking, as well as grouchy)

With makeup (lovely colour in face, big eyelashes, feeling much better)

YES!!!

I got my new issue of ELLE today, and I'm making brownies for rehearsal tomorrow. Rehearsal for the musical, that is, in which I play the slutty chick! Woo! It's a blast. I wish we rehearsed more. I love it. It makes me want to be a Broadway all-star and just get paid to do rehearsals for awesome musicals. And performances, of course. Anyway, I am in a super mood, and I have brownies baking their happy little selves in the oven as I write.
I have big plans for my brownies this season. They are my primary gift. I'm making two batches for rehearsals tomorrow, two batches for my homeroom on the last day before Christmas, on or two batches for my friends (I haven't added it up yet) and two batches for Christmas Eve. I must buy ingredients, obviously.
I have all my Christmas gifts planned out. I even made a list, and my whole paycheque is going toward gifts when I get it. I'll probably get most of my shopping done on Tuesday next week, and it will be out of the way! It's thrilling. Last year I was good at Christmas shopping too, but this year, I am just on the ball. On top of the ball, you might even say. I'm very pleased with myself.
Lately it has felt so blog-like outside, it's amazing. Late Fall is the ultimate time for blogging to me. It just feels so right. When I have an idea, anyway. I don't really know why, I guess it just reminds me of my glorious blogs I wrote last Fall. It feels like the blog I follow that starts with an L that I can't pronounce. Beuatiful and pure and natural.