Mood: Horribly bitter towards Mother Nature

All right, enough of this silliness, I want spring to come. Yes, it's remarkably warm as so far as the days go where there's still snow on the ground; but begone with this pretense! I want to frolic down the lane wearing my pretty skirts, I want to go to Marble Slab for ice cream, I want to stop waking up to below freezing temperatures in the early morning. And perhaps a picnic this year. I know I say I want to go on a picnic every spring and it never happens, but damnit this year it WILL. *Heavy sigh* *Pouts at the snow drift still on the front lawn*

One more month until the official end of my college practicum~ This will be cause for celebration due to the fact that it signals the beginning of being rewarded in the form of actually reasonable monetary gratification. I am so over with being poor. It is lame. I have declared it so. At this point I have a couple different options open to me (which Chelle is assuring me is a good thing and is very exciting and not at all scary) and besides, which ever way I end up flopping my way over to like a fish out of water will fill my change purse once more. I'm hoping that by the end of the summer I'll have enough money saved up again to move out of the house~ *SO EXCITED*

MCR is coming to Edmonton in March and Mason bought me tickets for my birthday~ I loveth my Mason~ ♥ We're on the floor, but seeing that it's going to be full of teenage girls and emo boys I figure I can hold my own and lay down a little pushing and shoving of my own while not getting flattened.

I have discovered the tasty taste explosion that are Bear Paw cookies. Chocolate and banana flavor to be precise. They are children's cookies but I can't lie and say that I am not ensnared in the deliciousness of their soft and chewy, bear-paw shaped cookie hides. ♥

Chelle and I saw Music and Lyrics this week, and it was filled with adorably awkward Hugh Grant fluff, 80's music video dancing, and a grand gesture for the finale as all chick flicks must have. It filled me with joy.

"That’s wonderfully sensitive. . especially from a man who wears such tight pants."
"It forces all the blood to my heart."

LAWL.

*Flails hands* Dad just said we can order Swiss Chalet for dinner~! La la la la la la la la. *Flail flail flail* Hmm, under 55 minutes or it's free. ¬_¬ *Switches all of the street signs*

Countdown until Harry Potter book seven: 118 days!