Jounetsu/Passion

So, Jess of Sarcastica‘s getting married this July (yay!). And I have to say, I’m super-excited and happy for her–to be honest, the wedding announcement is something I’ve been expecting from her for a long time, especially since she and her fiance have finally really worked through a lot of their financial issues.

There are a lot of people I know who are getting married this year, too. I guess maybe a recession does that to people–because the economy sucks so hard everybody wants a little bit of light, so… why not get married? As it stands, I have two cousins getting married in July and October, a friend getting married in October (for whose wedding I’m the photographer), and then one more wedding at the beginning of August which I’ll be photographing. It’s pretty nuts.

Anyway, in the wake of all of these weddings and all of this wedding news, I started talking to Reed about weddings (not getting married–we’re nowhere near that point yet). He feels that weddings are just an economic drain on couples and that the wedding day shouldn’t even be called the wedding day, but that it should be called, “Bride Day,” because it’s never about how handsome the groom looks. He also feels they’re just generally a waste, and that’s his general feeling about marriage, too. He’s stated many times that should he ever get married, his wedding would involve him, his fiancee, the justice of the peace, and some witnesses. He wouldn’t get dressed up and he wouldn’t say anything fancy other than what he had to say to get himself that piece of paper saying he’s married.

While I personally agree with him that weddings are an economic drain on couples, and that most companies treat weddings as a cash-grab (lookup the prices for caterers on weekends vs. weekdays if you don’t believe me), I’m still girly enough to actually want a wedding that isn’t just done at City Hall. I mean, you can rent the park for 50$ for the day. Then all I would need is an officiant, a photographer (because I wouldn’t be able to help myself but to have one), and the people I want to come and see me get married. After that, the reception could be a backyard barbecue for all I care. I just want something with at least a little bit of class, you know? None of that bare-bones stuff. I can’t handle the… institutionalized feeling that a City Hall wedding offers.

Like I said, though, we’re not getting married anytime soon. But still… I don’t know… I don’t like the idea of not having anything to celebrate my excitement at getting married… and since I know Reed would never spend money on an engagement ring, either… so… yeah…

Yeah… my boyfriend’s not much of a romantic type. Meh. We’ll work it out when we get to that point, I guess.

I’m officially frustrated with Cambrian–the college I’m hoping to attend this September.

When I first applied to schools through the college application website, I didn’t realize that because I wasn’t in highschool, there was a lot of work I’d have to put in myself that the schools regularly take care of, and I almost missed the deadline to complete my application to my programs of choice–but I sent everything in in the nick of time.

I even called the college to make sure that they received my documents from the right sources. And they said yes, and when they went to look for those documents they couldn’t find them.

Of course, this occurs two days before the deadline, so all I’m thinking is something along the lines of, “Oh my effing God, if I don’t get into the programs to which I’ve applied because somebody doesn’t know how to file things properly, I’m going to sh*t out a brick.“, which is a fairly typical reaction from me when I’m afraid of or stressed out about something.

Anyway, the day before the deadline, I get a phone call from the college telling me that they’ve found my application and all of my supporting documents and that I should be fine–the nice lady on the phone who was helping me relocate my application even told me that she could guarantee me right then and there that I’d be receiving acceptance to the one program for which I’ve applied that wasn’t a limited enrollment program. Yay!

That was at the beginning of February. Now, for my two limited enrollment programs (which, let’s face it, are the ones I want), the deadline the college has set for itself to notify me whether or not I’ve been accepted is March 31st. And it’s now March 26th–and they’ve posted nothing. Even though it says I’ll know by the latest on March 31st. Like, slack much? I know I have the averages to be accepted into the program–last year, for the program I’ve really got my eye on (Medical Laboratory Technology), the lowest high school average accepted was 70%–AND I’m way above that average AND I have university grades to add to it as well. So I’m certainly surprised that I’ve heard nothing from the college at all about that program and the other one (Nursing–which I don’t “really” want, but I’ll settle for to make something more than minimum wage and to work only hours for which I’m paid).

It doesn’t help that I’m impatient, either, I know, but I hate it when everyone does things at the last possible minute. I mean, I do it sometimes (look at when I finally decided to call the college to make sure the website had sent them everything–a week before the deadline, and it hadn’t), but that’s because I’m not getting paid to do these things–and I have a whole other life and job and whatnot to get in the way. These people are getting paid to make these decisions and still there’s nothing? If there’s nothing on Wednesday, I’m going to freak out so much it’ll be ridiculous… really, it will.

So I haven’t blogged in forever… again. Sorry about that–but as anybody who has several obligations occurring on any given week can tell you, sometimes you’re just so busy that you don’t even remember to do certain things. For what it’s worth, I haven’t written in my physical journal at all either.

That said, now for what’s happening in my life:

The main thing, aside from working way too hard, is that I’ve actually kept to my weight-loss plan. I’ve lost twenty-ish pounds now. And ten pounds ago, I started setting goals for myself, and promised myself that when I achieved those goals, I would reward myself with specific rewards (which I’ll list here–though the list is modified often, just so everyone knows).

• Goal 1 (I’m 5 pounds away from it ): Navel piercing. For some reason, I’ve always found belly-button rings to be very sexy, if worn with the proper jewelry. And they can also be secret, which is nice.
• Goal 2: SpyderColor 3 Professional. This item is a color calibrator for computer monitors and televisions and is made so that it can give you the truest color possible, in a format that is friendly to either your eyes or a specific printer–basically it’ll make it so that the photo editing I do on screen will look exactly the same as it would printed. Awesome.
• Goal 3: Jack Skellington. Because he’s probably the most iconic character of my childhood and teenagedom, and I still love him today, to the point of collecting items emblazoned with his face, I figured, why not get his face on my shoulder? It’s much more meaningful than a tribal tattoo and far less of a risk than someone’s name. Not to mention, I love that Jack is essentially representative of the innocence in all of humanity despite his outwardly fiendish appearance–I love contradictory things like that. And I actually very much love tattoos–I just haven’t had the courage or reason to have anything inked onto myself… and now, why not?
• Goal 4: Socks from Sock Dreams and shoes. These shoes. . Sock Dreams is essentially a website that can provide me with beautiful stocking garters and over-the-knee socks, which are impossible to find for sale in my city. Yay for online ordering! As for the shoes, I actually adore 40′s-style heels, and have been incapable of finding a quality pair anywhere. These shoes–the “Babyjanes” in black and white at the bottom, are the first quality pair I’ve seen–and they ship to Canada!
• Goal 5:  Clothing from Gloomth. Just… beautiful pieces, at very affordable prices (if you’ve ever looked at goth clothing sites, you’ll know exactly what I mean). The great thing, too, is a lot of their items are two-pieces, which makes mixing and matching a breeze and a lot of the items aren’t over-embellished either, which means I can look elegant and classic, with a slight gothic flavour, without coming across as someone who wants to be a vampire. Which, let’s face it, I don’t. But I do love that kind of clothing.

So yes… five pounds away from goal, and reward number 1–so soon!

Edited March 27th, 2010. I changed the goals list because I had rearranged it for myself–see what I mean about how fickle I am with rewards?