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I don’t do resolutions, never really have, never really want to.

But I do have some goals for the next 365-ish days.  Mostly broad and generalized, some more personal and not-really-for-the-public, and some just… why the hell not, right?

Things I’m certain I’m going to do:

Dec 31st-Jan 1st, Party like it’s on sale for $19.99
What can I say, I <3 Badur’s NYE parties, I’m even willing to (sort of) get dressed up for them!

In April (Easter Weekend), go to Dallas Suscon 2010.
I’ve already got accommodations and car rentals figured out thanks to Mister, so it’s just my flight and the funds I need to really work on, which shouldn’t be too difficult.

By around May/June-ish, pay off the car.
My parents technically paid for the car for me last May/June-ish, they took money out of their line of credit to pay for the car in cash, and I paid back about 65% of it within a week or so.  The other 35% plus interest has been split up over the year so by this time it should be 100% mine. Then I can start saving for other big ticket items (mostly… a house.)

Around November, go visit family in Hong Kong.
Not really sure how that will work out, but I want at least a week-ish (almost two if I can swing it) to go to Hong Kong, and maybe China.  I haven’t been to Hong Kong since grade 7 when I was 12, so it’s a bit over-due for a visit, especially with the not-so-good health of my grandfather on my mom’s side.

Throughout the year, Blog more.
After the last post it seems that I don’t really blog much, especially since signing up for Twitter. Which makes the last post more difficult to write, and generally makes me forget about what I have accomplished within the year.

Things I really really really want to do/stick to:

Going to the gym more.  Is that even surprising? Isn’t that on everyone’s list? Although I seem to have a better goal at the same time, and that’s to get camera guy going to the gym as well.  And I seem to do well with projects.  He’s my project. Which may include me having gym memberships at two different gyms, but we’ll figure it all out.

Going out more (but not spending a lot of money doing it.)  I think this is mostly going to be photography adventures with camera guy.  He wants to work on his photography, as do I, and in order to do that we need to get off our butts & go out & shoot!  Need to find some awesome locations, or figure out how to make ordinary locations awesome.

Be more upfront with how I want things to be.  I’ve gotten pretty tired of people… for lack of better term… using me, physically, mentally, financially, so this is my first attempt at having it end here.  If someone pisses me off, I tell them straight away they’re pissing me off.  If I think someone’s trying to rip me off, I’ll tell them they’re being assholes and to stay the hell away from my wallet.  Those are the only two examples I can think of.

Become more financially independent.  Guitar Hero Boy is supposed to help me with this.  Apparently I’ve got all the “Saving money” bits down, now it’s just the “investing wisely” bits I need help with.  What’s fun is the fact that I really like talking about this kind of stuff.  He really likes talking about this stuff.  And I think he’s all sorts of happy that I don’t do the eyes-glaze-over thing when he starts going on and on about it.

Things that would be ideal but… I’m already not sure it’s really going to happen.

Getting tattooed.  I’ve run out of real estate that I can tattoo that my mom won’t find out about.  And I’m still living at home, I want to respect her wishes in that I not get tattooed (which… I guess I already broke) but visible work will likely have to wait til after I get my own place and move out.

Win the lottery.  This would include purchasing lottery tickets… which I generally don’t do.  I do sometimes because it’s fun to dream when there’s a super duper big pot but most of the time? Meh, I’ve got better things to spend my $3.00 on.

It’s so completely non-officially official.  I’m a complicated person.

Moreso my relationship status is of a complicated nature.

So… shall I begin from the beginning?

Y’all remember Camera Guy right?

So it’s him.

As in all his fault.

As in… yeah I like him

It started out as a weekly meet-up… which somehow ALWAYS involved wings & beer.  Randomly the once-a-week meeting (Which was normally Saturday evening after he was done work until Sunday morning when he had to putter his way back to work on this absurdity of an e-bike… I’ve always, and always will, tease him about it) suddenly shot forward to about 3-4 days a week of meeting up.

About the 3 week mark I think is when “everything changed.”

Suddenly it went from meeting once a week for wings, to meeting 3-4 times a week for… wings. And beer. And other food stuffs.  The weekend visits became full weekends (with him working peppered in between) and also random pick-ups from his work with the ruse of it being too cold/windy/rainy to ride said absurdity of an e-bike home.

He’s made his intentions quite clear in that he wants an exclusive “only you and me” relationship.

I’ve made my life situation quite clear in that “I’m just not ready for one of those yet!” and that I hate getting pushed (or pulled ) into things that I’m clearly not ready for yet.

Then there’s the complicated part. Because labels are what make things complicated.  Everyone needs labels so this is how it’s currently defined.

To his friends who are more old-fashioned and/or uptight: I’m his girlfriend.
To his friends who are more hip & “with it” (heh): I’m his female friend whom he sleeps with occassionally.
To his parents: I’m his girlfriend.

To my friends who all know my nature & personality: He’s camera guy
To my parents: “So how many boyfriends do you have now anyways?” ~

So while I rely on face book to tell me EVERYTHING… facebook lists us both as single.  And he’s doing the nudging thing to move further into a relationship-like thing.  So I tell him “until it’s on facebook it doesn’t exist.” His immediate response of “So I’ll just log into facebook as soon as I get into work?”  And we… negotiated our relationship status…

Sort of.

I told him I would give him an “It’s complicated” but nothing more right now. To which he accepted because… he knew that was the best offer I was going to give him   And Monday morning I made the switch on the FB relationship status as “It’s complicated”, which was accepted within… minutes?  And with that comes the nudging at “So how long are we going to be complicated for before you finally give in?”

Really, can y’all hear me roll my eyes??

This week has been an awesome adventure but a bit of a clusterfuck I think. My sleep bank has been drawing on the dust in the back of the reserves for the past two days, and yet I’m still upright, and nearly coherent.

Monday… was a normal day.
Tuesday I somehow stayed out until just before 1am, got home at 1am, was online til probably 2am. Then my alarm went off at 6am.
Wednesday I somehow stayed out until just AFTER 1am, got home around 1:30am, was online til probably 2:30am. Then my alarm went off at 6am.
Thursday I was at a show til midnight (BROOMFILLER at the International Pop Overthrow in Toronto). Dropped off Camera Guy at 12:15, he didn’t get out of my car til after 1am. got home around 1:30am, was online til about 2am. Alarm went off at 6am.

Noticing a pattern here?

Today being Friday, after working 9 hours, I’m going to go see The Drop Joys at International Pop Overthrow with Guitar hero boy, then back to my house for Futurama Marathon and possible conversation & debates in financial independance until we both can’t stay up any later (so for me… 10pm?… wait, the show is probably going to go until about midnight… d’oh!) Not sure if we’re doing breakfast Saturday.

Saturday I’m meeting up with some former GCM’er classmates for lunch at Frankie Tomatto’s…(sp?) then picking up Camera guy from work, then apparently going out for wings with the “Blockbuster crew” (his crew, not mine.) If that doesn’t happen, I may end up at the IPO for a third night to see The Apollo Effect…

Sunday I sleep… and sleep… and sleep some more. So don’t freaking call me.

So this was an odd one. He’s on okC, and he’s a photographer. And a computer geek. Anyone who knows me knows I’ll <3 anyone who knows their way around a camera, especially anyone who knows more than me, because I <3 picking at photography brains.

One problem. He shoots Canon. I shoot Nikon. It’d never work. Right?

I kid. I don’t care THAT much, although it’s weird picking up a Canon when I’m used to Nikon, and there’s ALWAYS this sort of rilvary between users of the two brands. Most of us are adult enough to make jokes about it, but there’s just SOMETHING about it that does hold true.

Anyways, we yap about general computer geekery, and we yap about general camera geekery online. The conversations head to more general topics, generally going out for wings and beer, at one point he invited me out or challenged me (not sure which) to 100 wings at one of his favourite wing & beer haunts. The stories he can talk about regarding wings & beer are pretty epic.

Finally one Saturday after his long day of work (and my long day of trying to sleep and failing miserably) we discussed hanging out & going out for… wings & beer. He had an outing planned with former co-workers at midnight for wings & beer at the pub (on a UFC fight night no less) and my mom was throwing a maj-jong party right below my bedroom so sleep wasn’t going to happen either way.

Agreed to go over to his, start an NCIS marathon running off my netbook until it was time to head out with the possibility of me taking a nap. Nap didn’t happen since… NCIS is pretty freaking awesome. But we hung out, talked about various forms of geekery, NCIS’ed until it was time to go to the pub.

Pub’bed it, while I don’t follow UFC a whole lot, it was exciting to be able to get in to watch the title match (which was a complete robbery in my opinion, the dude I predicted to win did end up winning… but me and everyone else in the pub and at the stadium couldn’t believe it.) where I got to meet a bunch of pretty chill guys while we all chowed down on… in total 8 pounds of wings & 4 or 5 pitchers of beer? The boys eyes were all bigger than our stomachs because they all tapped out so I guess the wings won that round.

NCIS in the morning & I finally went home for what would hopefully be sleep. Sleep STILL didn’t happen. (That’s a story for another day… wait, that story already happened. I ended up in a Futurama marathon.)

We need to find a day to go shooting (photos!) in Toronto. He wants to work on his night photography and I find it kind of boring taking pictures in the day time. And he wants to play with my Nikon set up, and I’ll try to not break his Canon. So it’ll be awesome running Toronto when it’s dark. Probably during the Xmas season I figure (even though it’ll be a bitch of coldness) since there will be lots of neat light displays.

WIN!

On Wednesday I booked myself for a massage at the RMT school at the west end of Toronto (ICT Kikkawa http://www.ictschools.com/) because it’s awesome that I can get an hour long massage for far less than normal. (I got their sale card for 6 sessions at $140.00, I think their regular single session price is still only like $35.00)

I digress. I end up with this guy who’s super friendly… and really cute. (But no flirting is allowed, which, while I understand… *le sigh*)  We’re able to chat it up, he’s nice & casual about everything which I adore (also makes me comfortable since he’s not all nervous & stuff about doing this) and basically tells me I have no problems, I’m just sore from sitting at a desk all day ( I’m happy there’s no major issues.)

I suggest deep tissue, he mentioned something about stretching or breaking down the fashia surrounding the muscles in my arms, & pecs to help loosen everything up. (It was a lotion-less type of procedure)  Risks? Bruising and painful discomfort. My reply? “I bruise easily but have a high pain thresh-hold, so go nuts.”

It was cool. I didn’t really feel it was horribly painful, I giggled at times (but that seems to be an auto-response to things that are normally painful) and we were randomly chatting about different topics. Then the poor guy got grilled by one of the instructors for what felt like forever and listening to him go on about all these random things that didn’t really apply… and we stopped chatting afterward because I figured that’s the reason instructor dude came in.

The massage was awesome. And I was bruised immediately after the procedure (technically during.) The pics below were taken last night, so a little over 24 hours after. They’re HAWT. I <3 bruises (from willful consenting activities only of course) but I’m completely embarrassed by the lack of tone/definition in my arms. I didn’t even bother flexing because that’d make me feel even worse.

And I always prided myself in my triceps… back to the 100 push ups regimen I guess!

And I booked myself in on November 18th as well.  I’m thinking December 3rd I’m going to try for a double, see how that works out. (Oi, it’s my Birthday present to myself… two days early!)

My left arm

My right arm