I made pumpkins, lol.

The man has “consensual” sex with a 15 year old, and he's caught, and of course tried for sexual abuse, as well, he's exiled to Canada (lol St. Catharines of all places too). I've no real opinion about this guy or this case, (except i think he's a jerk) I don't think he poses a big danger, and I can't help thinking how many guys are sending this dude psychic high-fives.

- “Why was this guy exiled to Canada?”
- “He had sex with one of his 15 year old students”
- “Awwwww yeah…”

Where it's common to see humourous media depictions of old fart teachers being seduced by hot blonde teenage cheerleaders, please don't tell me that having sex with teenagers is as damaging to society as some people make it out to be.

(I guess i should add the tongue-in-cheek disclaimer before people start thinking i'm pro-pedo :p )

Self analysis brought my problems to the heart of the matter –> it all comes down to diet and nutrition. That means, I'm not eating as well as I could be. I know, for a vegetarian, I balk at salads and fresh fruits, so I guess I should start getting back into all that. One cannot live on bread and tofurky deli slices all the time.

Ok, honestly, that's not all I eat, I do eat well, but I just have to balance it a bit better.

Also, being PMSy isn't helping much either.

I honestly have no energy this morning. I spent all last night tidying up and did manage to get to bed at a decent hour. I had breakfast this morning too. So my lack of energy will just have to be explained away by various excuses; blame the changing of the seasons, blame the energy drink I had at 2 in the afternoon the day before, blame having the TV on all night, blame the quality of the caffeine in your coffee this morning…

I hope it picks up soon though. Being tired won't lead to a productive day, and a non-productive day tends to go by achingly slow. I'm expecting the boy home tonight, and I can't help but be excited.
Some days I honestly feel like I'm falling apart. Besides the lack of energy, I'm trying to curb an onslaught of carpal tunnel by paying attention to the positioning of my wrists when I'm working and playing. It also seems like every scar on my body (well at least the big ones) feel like being prickly. That's uncomfortable. These are the scars I got two years ago from having a near-fatal encounter with meningitis (meningococcal septicaemia, fun times!). Where several people die from this disease, and many survivors are left with amputated limbs and extremies, or blindness, or deafness, or brain damage, I managed to get away with just a lot of scarring, and a bit of numbness in my foot (it feels like my foot is constantly asleep, hehe neat eh?). I shouldn't whine about it as much as I do, because clearly, it could have been a lot worse. The prickling sometimes feels like things stabbing you with needles. Not fun. :p

The boyfriend comes home tomorrow. He's been away for almost three weeks now visiting his family. At first, he left because his father was very sick and back in the hospital. He passed away soon after. I'm pretty sad, not just for my friend. I liked talking to him and listening to his stories. He was a good man with a good heart and I wish we got to know eachother better. At least I'm assured that he was very fond of me.

I miss having the boy around, but I got used to living by myself again, if only for a little while. Unfortunately, I had spent too much time hanging out in WoW because of guild issues (ugh) so of course, a lot of things that i had intended to do, I managed to leave to the last minute.

I'm so happy the trash in the driveway is gone. Did I mention that?

This weekend, I cleaned up my porch, trimmed the old sagging climbing rose along the side of the house, and bought two pumpkins that I'll carve up next weekend. I also painstakingly put the Ikea dresser I bought over a month ago (I kept hurting myself in the process). What I didn't get to do, was rearrange and tidy the bedroom to fit the dresser. I have to vacuum the stairs and foyer (anyone have any non-shedding cats they'd like to trade?) and tidy up the dining room and kitchen. Yeah, that's me, I live like a pig. :p

The cats are telling me that their litter needs to be changed, so I guess i'll do that tonight. Yeah, they do tell me. They take turns meowing at me. When it's clean, they're a bit more quiet. I think they're cute like that but it's not fun at like 4 in the morning and their howling outside your door. If I can finish up everything I need to do tonight, I'll have a nice, warm, neat house for the boy to come home to and relax.