Real life keeps deterring me from posting the updates I actually want to post and instead leaving me with too much to write about and way too many adorable pictures of Zachary Quinto. I find it absolultely shocking that life isn't going according to plan. [Cue sardonic look]
As you all know my boyfriend is moving, sometime in the next few days actually. I spent last night loading up most of his things into my Grandparents van and now I'm basically in a holding pattern waiting to find out when he can actually get into his new apartment. I was dreading this week. I was dreading him organizing and packing and leaving, but now that he's actually in the process of doing so, I can't wait for it all to just be over. I know that sounds terrible, but right now all of his time, energy, and brain-power is wrapped up in this move (and he still needs me to tell him he can use packing tape to reinforce a box. go figure.) and there is literally no space in his head for anything else. I'll be very, very glad when there's space again. Unconditional support is a lovely sentiment that should be reserved for nuns or monks or other people who have nothing else going on in their lives but being married to Jesus.
My Father likes to tell me "No man is an island." John Donne was a very smart man. Unfortunately, sometimes being an island is one's only option; it's easy for people to get to you, to take your resources and languish in the wasting of your time, but it's nearly impossible for you to reach out to them, to get something back for all of the things you're willingly giving. There is no reciprocation.
Sometimes, the only solution is distraction - burying every stray emotion with books and fanfiction, eating copious amounts of homemade brownies, and in those quiet moments when it becomes apparent that you've been abandoned for a betterlocation island, doing anything to keep from weeping. And I mean anything - even if it's dangerous, insane, or otherwise embarrassing.
As you all know my boyfriend is moving, sometime in the next few days actually. I spent last night loading up most of his things into my Grandparents van and now I'm basically in a holding pattern waiting to find out when he can actually get into his new apartment. I was dreading this week. I was dreading him organizing and packing and leaving, but now that he's actually in the process of doing so, I can't wait for it all to just be over. I know that sounds terrible, but right now all of his time, energy, and brain-power is wrapped up in this move (and he still needs me to tell him he can use packing tape to reinforce a box. go figure.) and there is literally no space in his head for anything else. I'll be very, very glad when there's space again. Unconditional support is a lovely sentiment that should be reserved for nuns or monks or other people who have nothing else going on in their lives but being married to Jesus.
My Father likes to tell me "No man is an island." John Donne was a very smart man. Unfortunately, sometimes being an island is one's only option; it's easy for people to get to you, to take your resources and languish in the wasting of your time, but it's nearly impossible for you to reach out to them, to get something back for all of the things you're willingly giving. There is no reciprocation.
Sometimes, the only solution is distraction - burying every stray emotion with books and fanfiction, eating copious amounts of homemade brownies, and in those quiet moments when it becomes apparent that you've been abandoned for a better
I'm headed out for the weekend, but I'll leave you with this - yet another amazing picture of Zachary Quinto and Chris Pine, because, if it can distract me, it can certainly make you feel better.
It's a fantastic anthology filled with short stories written by famous, geeky authors for geeky readers like me. The opening story by Holly Black and Cecil Castellucci about the burgeoning romance between a Klingon and a Jedi padawan at a Con that culminates in a full-blown Star Trek vs. Star Wars fight had me laughing hysterically in Barnes & Noble despite my fears that my friend was currently being eviscerated somewhere by mutant cannibals. I couldn't resist buying it...
I started him this morning in Red Heart Super Saver Gold yarn. When he's finished (whenever the hell that will be), he's going to be quite large. It's been a long time since I've worked on a large crocheted plushie and I think it will be a welcome distraction from the current mess that is my life.
Her box.. adorned with adorable polka-dotted tape! So cute. I swear, everything Regina does makes me want to squeal with joy.
Her little tissue paper! (Of course at this point, because Regina is so thorough and I was dizzy with over-excitement, it had just taken me 20 minutes to get the box open and get to this point. The suspense was killing me!)
And here she is! Itty bitty and packaged with care. She also came with some cute, hand cut tags, a vintage picture, and a personal note. There was some serious love in that box.
And last but not least, here is my EveryEskimo family portrait. Ickabelle and Everyone thinks I'm a Monster (whose name is actually Charles) are in the back row, my own custom made foundling rests in the middle, and Tillie and Shell (who was purchased for me by someone very special as a suprise) complete the picture in the front. I think Tillie looks practically ready to giggle in this picture, don't you?
Grandpy even liked them! (Thankfully, more than he liked me taking a picture of him!) The patriotic striping came out great and Walmart had those adorable picks on sale when I went on Thursday. The shock of my life was when I found out those baby pinwheels actually spin! The only downside to the cupcakes was that they were rather crumbly (probably due to the copious amounts of frosting weighing down on the delicate cake) but they were still uber-tasty and I simply couldn't resist putting that pom-pom-esque red glob of frosting on the top. The cupcakes just wouldn't have been the same without it!
