So...

I'm not even really sure what to say in this one to be honest.
Mostly I'm just trying to bore myself into falling asleep.

So much has been happening lately. And the last time I posted was shortly after the new year. Wow, it's been a while.
Since I last posted I have lost close to 30 pounds, gained plenty of muscle and have (for the most part) managed to keep my New Year's resolution going strong. Being healthy is one of the best things about my life right now. I feel stronger, more vibrant than I have in a long, long time.
The other best thing about my life is my boyfriend. :) We have been together happily (and sometimes not-so-happily lol) for a little over a year now. He makes me laugh and cry. He makes me crazy, but he also makes me think. He treats me well always, and even though he isn't very good at telling me how he feels he knows how to show it. :)
The two best things in my life are actually sort of becoming one thing in a way. My boyfriend absolutely loves to work out, and his passion for it led him to participate in a course to become a personal trainer. Man am I ever lucky! My boyfriend can keep me motivated to work out, to eat healthy and can help me lead an even healthier lifestyle.

Also, I am making plans for my second tattoo. I think I mentioned the first one in a post at some point in time. I know there are many people who disapprove of tattoos and then there are also many people who love them. My parents don't approve, but I admit to being one of the people that love and appreciate the artwork and skill it takes to do them. Although, there are always some tattoos that I really have to question. I mean really, who wants to see a wrinkly Elmo on your hip or something when you grow older? I know I don't. Personally, I feel that a tattoo should have some meaning behind it. But that is for myself personally. My boyfriend has tattoos on either arm (one of which is not yet finished) and has already made plans to complete his half-sleeves as well as a tattoo for his back. The latter one (his back) is the one that has a personal meaning to him and to me, that is the best reason to even bother getting one. Of course my opinion is not the same as everyone else's and I know that you might have a different opinion. And I respect that.


Well... I don't think I've got anything else to say... So good night!

Beginning Anew

It is officially the 8th day of the new year.
And surprise, surprise! The world didn't end last year!
Sorry to all of you out there who genuinely believed that the world was going to end. But let's face it, you're all a little bit crazy. After all, if the Mayans could predict the future they'd still be here.
Sorry, that was lame.

And how is everyone coming along with their resolutions?
Are you sticking with them or have you already considered it a loss and given up?
My resolution is pretty much the same as it is every year. Staying healthy. Only this time I have someone to do it with. I think that this year will be a huge success.

Also, I am applying for university.
Yippee.
Here's what happened....
Are you ready?

After I finished high school I moved on to college. I studied technical drafting. Truthfully, I slacked more than I studied. Did quite well at it too, much to my eternal regret.
After college I moved to Ontario where all I did was work a job I hated and one that wasn't half bad. Kind of just wasted my time there more than anything.
So now we're into the 3rd year out of high school and I went back to college. This time I was going to finish. And I did. Despite having my finish date pushed back by my not-so-brilliant teacher, I finished. And despite the incredible amount of stress I dealt with throughout the program, I finished. And despite having to deal with aforementioned not-so-brilliant teacher every single day, I finished.
And now I'm working a job I do like and would like to keep. So this is now the 4th year out of high school and I am now 23. I'm also applying for university.
To do this, first I had to go to the university to get a little info. I had to know if my college credits could or would be transferred. So off I go to the university. First, it took my over 15 minutes to find the public parking and then at least 10 minutes to find the building I thought would be the right one. Then after that I went to the most logical place to ask a question; the receptionist. She kindly directed me to the fourth floor registars office. And they directed me to the admissions room down the hall. All this running around had to have taken another 15 minutes. I was starting to get panicky. What if this had been a huge waste of my time? So I finally get to talk to someone who knows the answer to my question.
And the answer? No.
No. My college credits are useless. My two years of college were a waste of time. Aside from the feeling of accomplishment and the certificate I received (actually I had to go get it from the college office), I lost two years of my life. Two years that could have been spent already in university and two years closer to the degree I've been after since grade 7.
So the plan is this: Fall of 2013 I will begin my first year of Environmental Design (a.k.a. Architecture).
Am I crazy?
I really and truly think that I am.
This means that I have four years of school ahead of me and I won't finish until I'm almost 30.
That's scary.
I had hoped to get married and have some kids in there somewhere, but heck, that's not too likely anymore is it?
What on earth am I getting myself into?

Toodle-loo

Ps: How in the heck do you university students ever know where you're going???