I graduated to the intermediate class yesterday. Hooray for me!

The problem is that the intermediate class looks terrifying! The teachers push them super hard. The class starts with a 5k run to warm up. :S The next couple of weeks are going to be exhausting.

Kevin has more nicknames for Sekhmet than he has for me.

He's come up with:

Baby
Fuzzy Baby
Little Baby
Carpet Monster
Fuzz-a-tron

and I get the feeling that I'm missing a couple.

At kickboxing yesterday, the master bumped me up to the next level!

I officially adore the master, he's so easy going and always smiling. Even when he snatched my leg out of the air in mid kick. Ha ha.

I'm pretty sore today, but yesterday's lesson was well worth it.

So I've picked up another hobby. Kickboxing! It's insanely fun, but I am obscenely out of shape. I had to sit out part of the warm up so that I wouldn't throw up on the mats. Gross!

The actual technique part was a ton of fun, and I barely noticed how much my arms were aching. The instructor kept making fun of me until I started punching harder. I really need that sort of push, 'cause I'm such a slacker.

The really crazy thing is that the instructor and I know each other from somewhere, but neither of us could figure out from where.

So, it's two days later, and I'm STILL aching, but I can't wait for my next class.

"It's not my fault! There's a bear behind me!"

Back story: Very drunk flute player falls off of the stage after his drum player (dressed with a folk-y bearskin) kissed him repeatedly

Oh man, I love Montreal Metalheads.

So I'm working on two costumes simultaneously.

My halloween costume (bellydancer) is almost finished. I just need 3 eyelets and one bra hook then I'll be completely done. (I also need to find a flesh-toned bodysuit so that I don't freeze.

My zombie walk costume is giving me grief. I bought a horrible lilac dress from a second hand store. (Think 80's prom, or bridesmaid) I tried staining the skirt with tea, but the colour isn't really sticking. Time to formulate a plan B.

So I've been having a LOT of dreams. They aren't strange dreams, but just the opposite. The dreams have been extremely ordinary.

Dream example 1:
Me: "I think we should put a TV in the bedroom."
Kevin: "We don't really need one."
Me: "Ok."

This is a good example of my dreams. They are so ordinary that they COULD have happened. Conversations, emails, doing chores. And they're so realistic that I wake up thinking that they actually happened.

So far, nothing bad has come about because of this (like not making a phone call because I dreamed that I did it already). But I'm getting a little worried.

And now it's worse. The line between my dreams and life is so blurred that I think that I dreamed things that have actually happened.

Real Life example 1:
My fish died two days ago. Yesterday morning I woke up thinking that I had only dreamed that he had died. I was disappointed to find him missing from my tank that morning.

I wonder if it has something to do with the drugs I'm on. I have these dreams every night.

Ak.

Angelfish are spiky.



ow.

While 5LBS of Golden Delicious apples for 1.49 is a great deal, it would be wise to buy them on a day where I'm NOT walking home from the store.

Total weight of shopping bags: 15LBS

Well, that's my work out of the day.

So Kev and I are pretty much settled. The walls are still pretty bare, but that'll come with time.

So I've been trying to sort out this marriage thing.

Marriage today isn't want it was 50 years ago, or 1000 years ago. As a woman, I no longer NEED to get married to live. People in our society live together without any sort of scandal. The success of a marriage is literally a flip of a coin (50% divorce rate for straight couples). No one thinks twice about leaving a marriage that they just changed their mind about. So marriage no longer has the status that it once did, and "until death does us part" is now just a quaint little phrase that no one really takes seriously.

So why do people get married?

like, really. Why?

I can think of three reasons:

1. "Because that's just what people do when they're in love."
2. "I want to have a special day where everyone thinks about how great I am."
3. Some financial benefits.

Only option 3 makes sense to me, and I'm not sure that the drug plan/insurance rate or whatever is worth all the paperwork.

So here I am thinking, Kev isn't going to leave me, so I don't need to make him sign a piece of paper to say that he'll love me forever. (again, flip a coin on that signature.)I know that he'll love me without that signature, and if we were married and he stopped loving me, we'd just break up anyways. Is there any reason to get married?

I've been doing some research, and am having a hard time coming up with any real data on the subject. The best paper that I could find compared co-habitation against marriage. All that it really said was that poor and violent people don't get married, so that's why they know that marriage is better than co-habitation. *sigh* Correlation does not equal causality people.

One of the reasons I started thinking about all of this is that some people I HIGHLY respect have "partners" instead of "spouses". And they've been with their partners for decades. I started to wonder if this arrangement would be best for me. Maybe, maybe not.

Does anyone have any thoughts on the subject? Should we get married? Is it not worth the trouble? I'm open to either option, but am having trouble finding opinions that aren't filled with luvy-duvy fantasy.

(Kev doesn't care either way as long as he gets to be with me, so it's up to me, I guess.)

(Also, I'm talking about a marriage, not a wedding. Weddings are a waste of money, and another topic altogether. I'll be damned if I'm going to spend my house deposit on a fucking party.)

My newts died. I think the heatwave did them in.

So I was just heading off of my shift when a couple of girls came into my store.

The staff had a few giggles. "Tee hee hee. Look at the hookers." because, of course, we're all very immature.

I stopped off at the grocery store on the way home, and I noticed even more ladies of questionable repute. and i thought, gee, this town is really going downhill.

And then I noticed the young men in suits, and I realized that it's prom night.

And I cried inside for the young women who think that wearing a 5 inch long skirt is glamorous.

So Kev and I found an apartment that we like, and we take the application home.

They ask for our SIN numbers, vehicle ID number, bank branch, average balance and account number.

Can you believe it? and the sad thing is, I'd bet that most of the people living in that building just filled out the form without thinking.

Horray for identity theft.

I haven't named them yet.

The last time that I was this drunk online, I bought a website. hahaahah

Also, I met the man responsible for this:



AAAAAAAaaaaaand, he likes my book.

Today I did (almost) no homework! Horray for (mostly) relaxing!

I am super overworked. Thank god everything is going my way, at least.