I like where we are, here.

Big Girl Job

Wed, 20 Jun 2007 00:45:11 GMT

This time next week I will have started working what I have now dubbed my 'big girl' job. Somehow it seems so much less scary when refered to as that. A regular nine-to-five, Monday-to-Friday honest to goodness full-time job. Eek.

I'm not sure of what I'm doing exactly, but I'm working for a pension and benefits consulting firm in the benefits and outsourcing department. Riiight. I think I'm just going to be a glorified secretary or filing/photocopying bitch slave. No more folding panties for me! (But I liked folding panties, dammit!)

So basically I'm not getting a summer vacation, which I suppose is OK, when you consider out in the real world there really isn't such a thing.

On the bright side, only three more days until highschool is offically over; all five years of it. Of course the four exams in those three days still stand in my way.

Work Woes

Sun, 10 Jun 2007 16:45:59 GMT

So I've got a tentative last day put in at La Senza. I say tentative because they are then giving me two weeks off to see if I can still work there part-time in addition to my full time job in the city. Hey, I'm a soon-to-be straving university student, I need all the money I can get (plus I really really like my employee discount).

But I think management is trying to phase me out. It's not terribly obvious, and I'm probably just paranoid, but they keep giving me call-in shifts. Basically I'm on call for the day so if it is really busy I get to work, if not, they call and tell me not to come in.

I was on call yesterday, today, and am for next Saturday too. Yesterday I was pretty glad to find out they didn't need me; I was exhausted from Friday night. But today I'm just really annoyed. At least yesterday's shift wasn't a total loss because I picked up an equivalent one earlier in the week. But now I'm just losing hours. If I don't work next Saturday, I'm going to be extremely pissed.

Oh, and by the way, my boyfriend loved the ballet. Despite the one bit where he was preoccupied with trying to figure out if the male dancers stuffed their leotards, that is. However, we did get sufficiently soaked by that massive storm that went through Toronto while on our way to dinner. But the food definitely made up for it. It was an Asian-fusion restaurant called East. I definitely recommend it!

Real men go to the ballet

Tue, 05 Jun 2007 19:55:04 GMT

On friday, my boyfriend and I are going to the ballet.

I'll fully admit, when I asked him it was almost a joke to see his reaction. The last thing I expect for for him to say yes. The strange thing is, his is more excited about it than me. He wants to dress up and go to a classy restaurant beforehand.

I'm just so smitten with him all over again because of this :)

Prom '07

Tue, 29 May 2007 23:31:25 GMT

So last Friday was my prom.

I like this photo, although my mom pointed out that her, my boyfriend, and I all look related. Great. I also realized this is *gasp* the first photo of myself I've posted here.

Prom was pretty OK, if not completely overrated. I felt bad for my friend, who ate one thing all night, had an allergic reaction to the one thing she ate, and got taken away in an ambulance. Poor girl.

More or less the whole class went prom camping for the weekend, but the boyfriend got sick the first night there from lack of sleep and we had to head home early. It rained that night though, so I think it evened out a bit! The only downside is I lent my air mattress to his best friend, and the friend thought it would be a good idea to get disgustingly drunk and puke all over it.

In other news I've accepted my offer to go to Queen's University next year. I'm excited!

La vie

Tue, 15 May 2007 19:24:12 GMT

I have been offically accepted to Queen's Commerce!

So now it is decision time. Queen's Commerce or McGill Commerce? I'm 70/30 with the whole thing, but I think thats because I've never been to McGill/Montreal ever, and my best friend goes to Queen's. DECISIONS!

I'm heading up to Montreal Monday/Tuesday for a tour and to see the city. Hopefully I will know what to do after that..

In other news I have a new boyfriend. He has red hair and is all shades of awesome. We have been ordered to have many red-haired babies together to keep our 'race' alive.

Money Woes

Tue, 08 May 2007 20:45:25 GMT

I just got a nasty shock upon checking my bank account. Exactly 5.68$ in my chequing account. Ouch. I don't think I've been this broke before!

Granted, my dad does owe me 250$ anyway, but I thought he had already put it in. So now I get to try and scrape together 10$ worth of change to go see Spider-man 3 tonight...

I like where we are, here.

Fri, 04 May 2007 00:18:47 GMT

Last weekend I travelled down to Syracuse, NY to visit my ex-swiss-boyfriend (for lack of a better term). Instead of being the fall back in love with each other love story that I was sometimes imagining, I remembered why we didn't end up lasting. Oh, selective memory, how great you are.

That's not to say I didn't have a good time. But this just reminded me of the things that annoyed me too much to be in an actual relationship. Like how unbelievably quiet and hard to talk to he is!

Not to mention the fact that I seemed to be horomone/PMS psycho-crazy last weekend. I was overly emotional, and picked a fight with him at 1 am in the morning after a brief hookup.

I knudge him with my foot (that in itself is pretty bad, I have perpetually cold feet), "Heeeey, are you still awake?"

"*grumble grumble*"

"What happened to the sex part?"

"Huh?"

"Is there a reason?? Do you just not want to have sex with me!?"

"What?! Go to sleep."

"OMG YOU DON'T!"

"I'm tired."

"This is worse than I thought! ... Can we do it when you're not tired?"

"Do you have a condom?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Uhhh.. it's kinda complicated."

So cue me freaking out over something so trivial which, I DIDN'T WANT IN THE FIRST PLACE. Yeah. I didn't even want to sleep with him. And then we agrued for an hour about why it was too complicated and why couldn't he just TELL me what it is.

"Are you seeing someone? Are you engaged? Is she pregnant? Is it a HE??? An STD? Vow of abstinence?"

It was a girlfriend that he is not currently seeing but wants to be with again. Why it was so complicated I do not know. Why I even needed to know in the first place...

On a completely unrelated note, I'm still not sure how much I liked the States in general. Somethings were nice, people were very friendly while shopping. I had some good conversation with random sales girls in Forever 21 and Pacsun. On the other hand, the Chinese food wasn't that great.

I almost forgot about this!

Mon, 16 Apr 2007 19:54:31 GMT

Leave a comment and I'll give you a letter; then you have to list 10 things you like starting with that letter. Post them in your journal and give out new letters to your commenters in turn. NO TAGBACKS ALLOWED, unless a commenter specifically requests to be given a letter!

My letter was 's' from tonights_song:
1. Strawberries
2. Shoes
3. Sugar
4. Sunsets
5. Sex
6. Summer
7. Songs
8. Sales
9. Stimulating conversation
10. Sleep

Math Nerds FTW!

Wed, 11 Apr 2007 23:57:55 GMT

On Monday my aunt pulls into the driveway to take my mom and I into Toronto for a family Easter. I run around for a few minutes getting ready, 'cause I'm NEVER on time. I slide into the car and greet them.

"Sorry it took so long, I was too absorbed in my calculus homework."

My aunt turns around from the front seat, "Oh my goodness, I LOVE calculus."

"Me too! I was just doing some basic derivatives and such."

"I LOVE DERIVATIVES!

"Me too!"

Then my uncle turns around from the other seat. "You two can't be serious."

We both look at him like he is crazy, he shakes his head. "It must run in your family."

Phantom of the Opera

Fri, 06 Apr 2007 17:13:37 GMT

I went into the city last night with the family to see The Phantom of the Opera. I think the last time it was playing in Toronto, I was probably about 4 years old. I vaguely remember seeing the advertisements everywhere, but we never went to it.

I'm incredibly glad we went now instead of fifteen years ago. I've had the opprotunity to read the play (in French), and see the movie. I was a bit afraid that the movie would ruin the play for me, but it didn't at all. The effects on stage were more than I would have imagined. The only thing I was a bit disappointed with was the falling chandalier was not quite as dramatic as it could have been.

Also, Christine Daaé's voice wasn't what I expected either. I'd actually heard a fair amount of people comment and say they didn't enjoy her voice. I think the thing is is that everyone has now seen the movie, and are use to the softer voice of the character; this was completely different. While I didn't really like it in the first act, the second was perfectly fine. It just took a bit of getting use to a different style.

Anyway, I'm heading back into Toronto AGAIN tonight to see a Toronto Rock (lacrosse) game with a friend. With the way I'm always going into the city, you'd think I lived there and not out here in the 'burbs!

It's not me, it's you.

Thu, 05 Apr 2007 02:41:40 GMT

I checked my cell phone during my break at work tonight, to see that a guy I've been seeing recently had called. By no means were we serious and definitely not exclusive. So I spent the first couple minutes as I bought myself a drink fretting about whether or not I should call back.

You see, I had promised myself the next time I talked to him I would break things off.

I decided it was actually a pretty good time; I would be short on time, so I would be pressured into getting it over with. Plus, with little time it gave me an excuse to get off the phone if need be. So I called him.

We chatted for about a minute or two about what we were up to, and then there is a lull in the conversation. Until, of course, he blurts out,

"I think we should see other people."

I wasn't sure whether to be furious or not, that was suppose to be my line! Regardless, I started laughing. I couldn't help it, it was a pretty ridiculous situation. I think he might have taken offense, however.

"Why are you laughing?"

"I was calling you to say the exact same thing."

"Oh.. uh.. so we're cool then?"

"Yeah, we're cool."

So I should be happy, I'm in the exact place I want to be, AND I didn't have to go through the awkward little speech I had planned. But damn it, I was suppose to break up with him! He's suppose to like me and be hurt and devastated over the whole thing. Jerk.

Bongs and Dongs

Tue, 03 Apr 2007 01:53:19 GMT

On Saturday I went into Toronto to meet with a bunch of friends I made while down in Costa Rica over March Break. We all met up at the Eaton's centre and headed off down Yonge St. The goal was to outfit the majority of the group with some fake IDs. We pass the strip club Zanzibar

Kristin: "I work there."

Jay: "Really?"

Kristin: "I'm a little scared you thought I was serious."

Next door to the strip club, below a porn shop, we enter a seedy little 'souvenir ID' store, with its walls lined with bongs to buy. One form, two photographs later, and we are standing around waiting for the IDs to be made. And getting hit on by cracked out 40 year old men.

Stoned guy #1: "My son is in that back room. He's probably having sex with his kinky girlfriend instead making your IDs."

Us: "..."

SG#1: "If you put your ear up to the door you will be able to hear them. Actually, if you want to hear some real noises follow me."

And off go three of my girl friends after this guy into the back room. Jay tried to calm me down as I had a mini panic attack thinking they were about to get raped. Then they all come smashing back in and push me and a couple others to go up too. To the porn shop above the store. To see the peep show room with old men jacking off. Past the customer washroom where we saw men go in with strangely filled hands. Thanks guys, just what I wanted to see before going out to dinner.

We finally got the IDs and were able to go to our dinner reservation. Everyone now (with the exception of me, who already had an ID) now has nice new Alberta drivers licenses.

Waitress: "Wow, you're all from Alberta! What are you doing in Toronto?"

Me: "Well you see I use to live there, and they are all visiting me."

Waitress: "All nine?! You have some great friends!"

Us: "Uh.. yeah.."

Go to google and type in quotation marks your name and then "likes to" (ex. "Philip likes to") Type in the first ten thing that come up and repost in your own note.

Heather likes her men on the darker side of blonde
Heather likes cheesy pop music and old-school R&B, the Dewey Decimal System, Pauline Kael, root beer-flavored lollipops, and the American cinema of the 1930s.
Heather likes to help out by making cakes and cupcakes.
Heather likes rockers.
Heather likes big cocks.
Heather likes the new pictures of him playing a gig painted Blue like a Smurf.
Heather likes to play rough!!!
Heather likes to present to the world only what she wants people to see and brushes under the carpet anything which doesn't fit the image she wants to.
Heather likes anal.
Heather likes to watch TV and eat chocolate ice cream.

High Encounters

Sat, 31 Mar 2007 14:32:42 GMT

A couple of nights ago (coincidently the same night as a very interesting conversation) my friend and I were hanging out in my basement watching America's Next Top Model.

We had the TV up really loud and were arguing over whether or not Natasha was a mail order bride, when my friend's boyfriend called my cell.

"Baby!" she cooed into my phone, "Heather and I want to get high!"

Crackle crackle.

"I can't hear you? Are you there?"

And then the phones cut out. She asked me to use our land line, and I waved behind me to the desk where the phone was next to our computer. Tyra was obviously saying something extremely ~~stupid~~ important.

"Uh, Heather, where is the phone?"

"By the computer," I replied without looking back.

"Uh.."

Annoyed I turned around. There was my dad sitting at the computer and handing the phone over...

"Hi, Daddy! When did you get here?"

"About five minutes ago."

"And you didn't even say hi?! Daddy!"

"I did, you were too into your show to notice."

By then my friend had made her way back to the couch, and we collapsed hidden by the couch back into mortified fits of laughter.

Pizza Pops

Fri, 30 Mar 2007 11:11:05 GMT

I hate it when people you don't want to think of get linked to everyday things. Like you know when you hear a song and you automatically think of one person?

So I was eating my pizza pop yesterday, and realized that everytime I eat one I think of this guy I briefly dated. It was pretty disasterous. Our second (and final) date consisted of us renting a movie and hanging out in my basement. He had a penchant for pizza pops and I WASTED two of mine on him. I'm still a little bit upset about that.

After getting fully disgusted watching him eat my pizza pops, I spent the rest of the night plotting to get him to leave. It was awkward.

But now I can't eat pizza pops without thinking of this boy. And I wish I didn't. It's not pleasent.

Interesting Conversations

Thu, 29 Mar 2007 13:46:37 GMT

Next month, my ex-swiss-boyfriend will be coming to spend a couple weeks in the States. It's a bit of a sticky situation, but I'll be going down to spend a weekend with him in NY.

I'm more than a little shocked that my mom actually agreed to letting me go down there alone, and spend a night in a hotel with him. My dad is shocked too... but he hasn't actually brought it up with me yet.

So last night, as my mom and I are finishing up dinner she blurts out, "Are you planning on have sex with Nick when you go to NY?"

"I'm not PLANNING on it, mom.. but I'm not ruling it out."

I'm a pretty shockingly honest person when it comes to my parents. I don't tell them certain things on my own, but if they ask I will always answer honestly. The fact that I'm a horrible liar.. uh.. has nothing to do with it, I swear!

"Have you slept with him before?"

"No."

"You know, Heather, you shouldn't feel pressured to sleep with him. Don't let him use the line 'if you love me, you would have sex with me'"

"Uh.."

"And don't feel like you have to do it just because he is going back to Switzerland. You should do it when you feel ready."

"Uh.. mom.."

"It should be with someone special."

"Mom, you know I'm not a virgin right?"

My mom, someone who is not the best talking about such delicate matters was red and spluttering within seconds.

When she was able to get control of herself she just wanted to make sure that I and this one very special person had used the proper protection. Oh mom, if only you knew...

Here and There

Tue, 27 Mar 2007 23:38:58 GMT

Tomorrow it would have been three weeks since I last updated.. eep! There has been so much happening that everytime I think to sit down and write an entry I get completely overwhelmed.

I spent a week in Costa Rica from March 9th-16th. It was an amazing week. It's incredible how a group of ten complete strangers can discover that they aren't strangers after all. The group of friend I made there are amazing people, and I realized I had some sort of link (for instance a common acquaintance) with almost everyone. It was the strangest thing. I'll be meeting up with everyone on Saturday in downtown Toronto for a reunion of sorts.. even though we've only been apart a couple of weeks!

This past weekend I was up visiting a friend at university. More specifically THE university that I want to go to. I think I'm in love. It was a gorgeous old campus. And the city itself.. the downtown, the shopping! I'm excited just thinking about it. Not to mention I bought my prom dress while there. I'm told it's sexy and scandalous, but in a good way. It's a babydoll dress (think the lingerie but as a dress) with a beige lining and sheer black over top. I've shown my date and he definitely approves.

I don't if any fellow Ontario(ians?) have heard about this, but my school is part of the current strike. Actually if you watch the news we were actually featured yesterday as the strikers like to picket at our school quite a bit. For those of you who don't know, there is a strike here in the public school system of the union including maintenance staff, administration, and education assitants. Basically the principal and vice-principals have been having to run around and do the work of a whole staff of people. It also means that we have no janitors and I'm now going to school into what is slowly becoming a cesspool of filth.

It's not too terrible yet, and I definitely do not want the schools to shut down. Extra days at the end of the year? No thanks. But with only one bathroom for girls and one for boys, certain entrances closed, and water fountains out of order, it's getting a little ridiculous. It doesn't help that the grade nines think it is some great joke and take pleasure in being as disgusting and dirty as they could possibly be. I would appreciate it if the two parties could just come to an agreement! We already saw a mouse in the music room on Monday...

Segregation

Wed, 07 Mar 2007 22:25:34 GMT

My high school is really big on social issue awareness. Sometimes it is incredibly overwhelming, but most of the time it is really amazing seeing what we are doing.

February was black history month, and we ended the month off with a huge assembly. Then today, even though it is techinically not black history month anymore, we had a day of segregation.

This is only the second time our school has done it, the first being three years ago when I was in grade 10. During our first period classes, ribbons are distributed in two colours; purple and green. You tie the ribbon around your arm for the rest of the day. After the ribbons have been given out, the principal announces what each colour means.

Today, students wearing the purple ribbons were privledged, and green were not. If you are privledged, you get the best seats in the class, the teachers make allowances for you if you break a rule, and you can go anywhere in the school that you please. If you are not privledged, the teachers treat you poorly, you have to wait outside the classroom until you are allowed in, you must sit at the back, and there is one staircase, one washroom, and one fountain in the school that you may use. Purple and greens have separate cafeterias.

Today in math class, a student's cell phone went off. In a school with such strict cell phone rules, this would warrent the teacher taking away the phone, and the student's parents would have to come retrieve it. Today, since the student was purple, our teacher just told him to remember the rules next time.

Three years ago I was underprivledged, and today I was not. It's definitely an interesting exercise to experience being segregated like many schools were only a few decades ago.

My day was unbelievably stressful, segregation aside. But I have a date in an hour and I leave tomorrow morning for Costa Rica for a week. I'm definitely looking forward to the holiday!

Boy Tales

Sun, 04 Mar 2007 18:25:46 GMT

My faith in men has been restored ~~a little~~.

After a one night stand two weekends ago ended up being really JUST a one night stand (despite my inclination for it to be more), I was a little bit skeptical going to the party last night. I'd made my friend promise me that she would remind me of my self-promise that there would be no sex, no matter who was there (even previous one-night-stand). She made sure to remind me of my promise when a crush of mine arrived.

The night ended really well. I kept my promise, I resisted the offer of the host to crash the night (along with said crush), and got kissed. Multiple times. He asked for my number, and said he would call me today.

Of course, I assumed he wouldn't. In fact I was just saying those exact words to my friend on the phone when my call waiting beeped. And there he was, calling me.

So now I have a date on Wednesday night. I'm just praying that he has a personality.

Food Memories

Sat, 03 Mar 2007 21:41:14 GMT

I really really enjoy grocery shopping. I always shy away from it when my mum asks me to come along with her, thinking it a chore. But once I get there, I love it. Seeing the ingredients that can become something delicious. I want to eat a thousand meals all in a row.

The one perk of shopping today was that I was able to pick out my own rye bread for once. Usually my mum buys some pumpernickel loaf pretending it is rye and I get let down.

It's amazing how easily food can bring back memories. With one bite of my rye bread topped with salami, cheese, and cucumber, I was back in Finland again. I almost wanted to cry from all the feelings I was filled with.

I have never tasted anything as good as lost memories.

Funerals

Sun, 25 Feb 2007 23:04:47 GMT

I've never been to a funeral.

I know, I know, I should probably be thankful. But it isn't as if no one close to me has died - my grandpa passed away last June. Where was I? In Venice, Italy. I found out through a long-distance call on a friends cell phone from our hotel room on the beach. On the day of the funeral I was climbing up the Alps in northern Italy.

Some days I wish like hell I had hopped on a plane and flew home as soon as I heard the news. Others day I'm glad I didn't. I know he wouldn't have wanted me to cut my time abroad short.

I just find it so unfair sometimes, that I was never there with him. He was hardly sick at all when I went away, and when I came home he was just... gone. On the plus side I have no horrible memories of him slowly losing his memory. On the downside, I never got to say goodbye.

I'll be going to my first funeral on Tuesday. My uncle-by-marriage's brother. I think I met him a handful of times.

One person's funeral shouldn't be less than another's, but I can't help but wish that these two could have traded places.

Part-time Depression

Mon, 19 Feb 2007 03:11:08 GMT

There was a bit of an incident at my current one-shift-a-week job. (Bitter much? I know.) During my usual Thursday shift, I found myself working with only one other girl in the front of the store. The owner was in the back, but other than that, we were alone.

The owner has been going on about showing initiative for some time now, so, being new to cash, I decided to ring through a few sales and work on my super cash skillz.

Unfortunately, as the other girl joined me on cash, someone decided that would be a good time to swipe a whole lot of expensive lingerie from the front of the store.

Whose fault is it? The person showing initiative, of course. So much for potentially scoring the ever-coveted second shift in a week.

Language Parasites

Mon, 05 Feb 2007 22:37:21 GMT

I've come to the conclusion that Finnish is a parasite language.

Don't get me wrong, I adore Finland, Finnish, and absolutely everything about it. But now that I'm back into my linguistic studies, it's giving me nothing but a hard time!

In Spanish class, a normal conversation with me will go something like this:

"Bien, Heather!"
"Kiitos! Er.. Merci? Wait.. Gracias!"

My mind just doesn't want to register that Finnish should no longer be my default second language. It would be nice to return back to French, s'il vous plaît. Because at least if I randomly throw in some French words while in Spanish class, half the time they will be right, or close enough to get by.

This is getting ridiculous, nobody knows what hyvää or en tieda means. By no means do I want to forget Finnish; I'd be unbelievably upset if that happened, but maybe if it could stop infiltrating my everyday French and Spanish classes, that would be really nice.

Musical Goodness

Sun, 04 Feb 2007 01:02:04 GMT

I went to an absolutely amazing concert last night. In fact, my ears are still ringing slightly from it all. Platinum seats to see Moneen, Anti-Flag, Rise Against, and Billy Talent.

I saw both Rise Against and Billy Talent at an outdoor festival two summers ago. It was nothing like this. Field tickets compared to seventh row seats. Not to mention the fact that we had our own private lounge to relax in. Instead of squishing into seats and waiting half an hour for the show to start, we relaxed on couches and watched an episode of Friends.

Moneen was good, Anti-Flag a bit too political for my tastes, Rise Against and Billy Talent, amazing. The energy there was insane. An NHL arena sold out for these guys. It was hot and dry and perfect.

Of course food and merch were outlandish prices, but with a pair of free tickets from the company my dad works for, it was worth it.

Billy Talent

Moneen

Anti-Flag

Rise Against

Rise Against

Billy Talent

On the plus side, The Illusionist is a very good movie.

Thu, 25 Jan 2007 16:13:57 GMT

You know how when a guy isn't terribly attractive, it can be completely redeemed if he has a great personality? Well the Date didn't really have a personality. None at all.

Well, maybe I'm not being fair. Of course he HAD a personality, but it wasn't terribly exciting.

The short and short of it (and nicest possible way to say it) is that there was no chemistry. None. Zero. Zilch. Nolla. Nada.

I had a slight feeling of this after date number one. But I figured I would give him the benefit of the doubt. Yesterday, on date number two, we opted to stay in and watch a movie. I spent half the time wondering what would be a nice, diplomatic way to get him to leave. I was just so bored by the whole thing. Plus, I didn't want him to make any sort of move that would make everything awkward.

The gist of the matter; there will be no third date.

It's Been Awhile

Tue, 16 Jan 2007 02:51:35 GMT

I suppose I have been slacking on the updates. But I suppose I haven't much felt like posting. No real reason, however. First things first, my (very late) New Year's resolutions, which I have been following very well. I was going to try for practical, and I was going to try for the creative, but in the end I figured I never keep those anyway so why bother. So, my two resolutions (yes, just two!):

1. Go after what I want.
2. Don't apologize for things I am not sorry for.

They aren't too out there, and they aren't the ones like 'run three times a week' that I know I won't stick to. I'm happy with these.

Good news! University apps went in on January 10th, and on January 10th I received my first offer of admissions! It may be my safety school, but it is still an offer nonetheless. Other schools I applied to require supporting documents due in March before they send out offers. But some of the stress is off of me, because now at least I have somewhere I can go.

My semester is finally winding down; I handed in my final English essay EVER today. It feels good. I am done with assignments until the next semester starts February 1st. Only one unit test and two exams to go.

I also may have met a boy on the weekend. And he may have asked me out for Friday night. And by may have I mean he really did. I've never been on a real, definitely, one-hundred-percent, date before. There's never been any pressure. It's actually been a bit weird with him. Usually I never know what is going on with a guy before, but with him I just knew something was going to happen when I gave him my (real) number on Saturday. I had decided that if he didn't ask me first, I would ask him out for the weekend, and I just knew that he would agree. Turns out I didn't have to make the first move, thankfully, since I am always horrible at it.

But, what am I going to wear?!