Telescope

"I don't need a telescope to see that there's hope, and that makes me feel brave."

Just kidding.

I'm scared, very scared.

My roommate has cautiously admitted that she assumed because I am now dating, she can run off to Katimavik without being noticed. I feel as though my heart is splitting in two, or as if I'm being forced to choose. My best friend and toxic ex, or my new, nuturing boyfriend? 

Let me just twiddle my thumbs until the inevitable deadline draws near.

Hurts Like Heaven

Haven't done a picture roll in a while. Also, I apologize for being away the past little while. I've been busy :)

And by busy, I mean too lazy to bother posting about my silly little life.

A really bright close-up of the beautiful roses my lovely boyfriend brought me for Valentine's Day this past Tuesday (they're actually red, but I used the flash and they came out kind of pink). Goodness, where did I find someone who genuinely cares for me, is uber-much attractive and actually thinks HE has to try really hard to keep ME around? It's like something out of a fairytale, I tell ya.

Oh, my little man. Yeah, Phoenix was really curious as to why I was taking pictures of this oddly shaped object on my roommate's desk. Obviously, I didn't know what I was doing, and needed an assistant. :)

Nuub's reaction to my picture-taking. "Really?"

I started moving the lamp around to get different light and Phoenix got scared. XD

Oh, crap. I ran out of pictures. I guess I'll have to actually talk about my life now. Man!

Okay. So I have been attempting in the past weeks to lose some weight...it hasn't worked so far, I've stayed at the same weight as when I started. At least I haven't gained anything? But I have gained some wonderful new music...Owl City and Coldplay are constantly in my head. Which  makes my head a pretty good place at the moment. Also my boyfriend is making me so persistantly happy that it's hard for me to feed my writing obsession - I always write best when I'm depressed - and I've been wanting to get back into it. My favorite poetry group on DeviantART (http://windfrost.deviantart.com/ my page, in case anyone cares) started running prompts again, and my dreams have gotten so wacky I want to start writing again. I haven't the time though - with work consuming me five days a week/eight hours a day, by the time I get home all I do is shower and sit on the couch like a lump (probably a contributing factor to why I haven't lost any weight despite attempting to diet). And now I am consumed on weekends by the boyfriend and my roommate, who seem to be still competing for my time and affection (yeesh). For example, last weekend, he was over Friday night, most of Saturday, and then my roommate and I did groceries (didn't get out till 1:30) and came home. He came back over and stayed till noon on Sunday. At that point there wasn't much else to do but go downtown and spend more money on things we didn't need to spend money on. So yeah, my time is pretty taken up these days. And this weekend there are many plans...we want to go weigh my boyfriend's bearded dragon at the clinic, but my roommate and I wanted to spend the day in Courtenay, and then do groceries. So combined with sleeping in, I have three things to do that day and will have to overlap in order to do them all, without it seeming like I'm overlapping things. Wow, what a sad life I lead.

"You use your heart as a weapon, and it hurts like heaven." - Coldplay

Oh yeah, and my sister is coming back from Nanaimo this weekend so that's another thing. XD Jeez.

Also I got off work early today so I'm probably going to attempt to "work out" and then go hang out with boyfriend downtown. Right now, though, I'm going to post this crappy blog thing and listen to Coldplay. :)

I fell through the sky

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mRNb2RwAWRo

Something I am cautiously swooning while listening to. It's magic.

Well, obviously. Owl City is awesome. I'm pretty addicted at the moment.

As always, my cats are moronic assholes.

As always, I am being a lazy lump and spent most of the evening sitting on the couch under a blanket with my computer on my lap, doing dick all on the internet and watching tv. God I'm a lazy slob.

I'm anxiously awaiting the weekend's arrival. Valentine's Day is on the horizon and since this is my first one with a boyfriend, I'm a little worried. I don't know what to expect or what I should get him. What does a girl get a guy for Valentine's anyway? I'll probably default to chocolate. How uninspired.

However, it'll be about a month of dating, and we're seriously considering going "all the way" (in lieu of saying that we're finally thinking about having sex). I'm both ecstatic and terrified. This will be my first time with a man, and I can honestly say that there's no one I trust more than him. He's the sweetest, gentlest, kindest man I've had the pleasure of being with, and if it's right, it's right.

I have a cat on my lap. He sure can be inconvenient when I'm trying to type, Somehow I think he knows this.

My little ginger moron.

On another note, I haven't posted any pictures or anything recently...mostly cause I haven't been taking any. All my spare time has been consumed with boyfriend-like activities, and besides snapping the quick pic on my phone of the cats or a particuarly interesting sunrise on the way to work, I haven't done anything remotely creative. I did, however, write a short snippet of a larger poem (that I haven't started on yet) the other day.

When only a dream could surpass it,

She gave me a full awakening,

Her call was silently beckoning.

Her fluid eyes never left mine for a moment.

She was beauty in its highest form,

She was something surprising, something born.

Awakening into this magic time,

I couldn't help but close my mind.

She isn't real, I forced myself to believe.

She's only a dream that won't be realized.

But when those watery eyes

Turned my way, I couldn't leave.

So there's that for my un-readers to maybe enjoy, if they felt like it. And of course, Windfrost on DeviantART will have more.

Learning

I feel like I've picked up a new language.

Here's what I mean. On a daily basis, I shorten all kinds of words. I'm a receptionist at a veterinary hospital, and the appointment notes have to be kept "short and sweet". Here are some examples of abbreviations I've picked up and use constantly:

sx = surgery

hx = history

rx = prescription

lb = litterbox

ua = urinalysis

bw = bloodwork

nwb = non weight-bearing

cbc/chem/t4/lyte = different kinds bloodwork

PAS = preanesthetic screen

wcb = will call back

pc/cb = phone call/call back

Of course there's so many more, but you see what I mean. The best part is every other receptionist at every other veterinary clinic knows all of these. If I send a fax to someone from another clinic with a note "Hx for 'Fluffy' Smith" or something, they'll automatically know what "hx" means, while people in other professions won't.
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Anyway, I got bored last night and didn't finish writing that one. Yeesh. So here I am at 9:30, showered and dressed, and still an hour before I have to leave for work. So I'll try and finish this thing.
It's not easy with a cat on my lap. XD
I'm listening to Owl City - so freaking happy. I quite like it.
Alright so yesterday I got a crash course in treatment room stuff. My coworker, who's a vet tech assistant (kind of like being a student teacher before you graduate school), needed some help getting an x-ray on a dog as they were really busy. So I went to help her, and she asked if I wanted to stick around for a bit longer and help her with taking some blood, urine, and inserting an IV catheter. Thrilled, of course I did. First we picked the dog up and layed him down on the x-ray table (by collapsing his legs at the knee and pulling them towards ourselves, he lays down and can't squirm). Then lined up his chest with the lines of the x-ray light and took what we needed. It took a couple tries cause he had to get one on his side, then one on his back (dogs hate being on their backs). After that we took some blood, which entailed laying him down on a treatment table, I hugged his back and face towards me (so he couldn't turn around and snap at the person taking blood), and pressed on his leg so she could see the vein. She inserted the needle in the back leg and took the desired amount, then I put my thumb over it to stop it from bleeding and allow it to clot properly. We brought him down and ran him outside quickly on a leash to collect some urine (I got the glorious job of holding the pan to try and catch some). We got it right away and that was excellent! I'm glad pee doesn't squick me anymore...the reception is christened at least once per day, so we clean up pee a lot. It's no big deal. After that we brought him back up to the table and let him lie down naturally, on his tummy. I hugged his head towards me again and held off his front paw so my coworker could find the vein and insert the IV catheter. First she shaved the area, then cleaned it with dilute hibitane and then alcohol. Once it was sanitary, she inserted the needle, pressed down the plastic part, then got the IV line ready. He was really good for all of this. She pulled the plastic part back out and inserted the line really quickly so he wouldn't bleed. Then she taped it carefully to his paw so it wouldn't move while he was in the clinic, and wrapped it with vetwrap (like tensor bandage). We lead him carefully to his kennel, but since his paw felt weird he didn't want to move, and I ended up carrying him. It was okay though, he was a little Irish Terrier, so he wasn't very big or very heavy.
So that was my magical experience in the treatment room. I wonder if there will be more today? :)

Why does it always have to be fire

I am on a spending spree.

I finally bit the bullet and bought myself a couple of iTunes cards so I could replenish my music collection. I bought Rufus Wainwright's "Release The Stars", and when I get my next cards I'll buy the others too. I fell back in love with his music this week when I was feeling particularly emotional (I'm expecting a certain little female friend to come creeping up soon). His voice is like the voice of God (if there was a God). It's so magical, it can evoke all kinds of emotions. If I was in the right state of mind, some of his songs could probably stir me to tears. He's just so incredible.

Okay, enough of that. I actually went out and bought 3 of Coldplay's CD's from walmart today too. Besides the fact that it totaled over $30, I am very pleased. I've always loved them, and I feel they deserve me spending money on them. Their new album is incredible <3

I feel so sick and cold - I wonder if I'm getting a cold of some kind of flu. Ick. My boyfriend has offered to give me comfort and love. What a sweetie.

My roommate got accepted into Katimavik, so come July, I have to move again. For the first few days, I was in shock; I couldn't quite believe it. That probably made it seem like I wasn't happy for her - which isn't true, I am. It just came as a surprise. I had finally become comfortable living in her parent's basement, and now I have to plan to live in an apartment on my own. Which is going to suck, considering money is always a big thing, and I have two cats (most apartment buildings will allow you one, if you're lucky). So I have my expenses, and rent will most likely be worth at least one full paycheck. Doesn't sound like a very happy situation, does it? My boyfriend's parents have offered to let me live with them (which is amazing, considering they've met me...twice. Lol). But there's no way I can impose like that; I have tons of crap and two cats and they have two dogs and various reptiles, and no doors. There's no way I'd have any breathing room, and my cats would probably get out and get hit by a car or something. They're not cat people and don't really understand the craftiness that comes with that species. It's very nice and appreciated, but I would rather pay the extra money and have a place to myself. That way, if he and I are still dating by July (and I sure hope we will be), we'll have some privacy - FINALLY. It's so hard having a boyfriend when I live with parents and a young child, and he lives with his close-knit family. There's no breathing room, no privacy, no real "alone" time, if you know what I mean.

I'm just going to fall into Coldplay now. I'll keep a record of what's going on as more information comes available (because SO many people read this. Lol).