All moved in :)

But no internet... :( I'm at one of my schools right now checking email and blogging. Clearly I didn't get a chance to make another vlog before packing. My help showed up bright and early and it was go go go all day. I'll have to go to the coffee shop to look at my eharmony matches and log in to facebook chat. Both of those sites are blocked at school. Oh, by the way: HELLO NEW FOLLOWERS! Wow. Am I still generating interest? Cool!

Alright. I gained 5 pounds while in Winnipeg..... Could have been (and I was expecting) much worse. There is a little food in my house right now... so of course I'm binging and finishing it all.... then tomorrow meal replacement shakes until those are gone too.... then nothingness/water fast (first one ever!)! I'm behind a week in my jogging, but it's currently soooo fucking rainy out that I just want to sit on my couch and watch tv. Yes. I have a tv now!!!!

Ok. The weekend went fairly well. Monday I discovered that the majority of the people in the Barony are poly-amorous... and got invited to participate in a 3-some, which would have been scary. The dude is larger, like a big teddy bear, and the chic is actually a S&M mistress.... I would have been terrified the whole time. I told him (he was the only person to show up to help me move) that I'd only had 3 lovers... and I'm kinda shy/inexperienced sex wise. He said that he was sure the Barony/SCA would remedy that for me. Hahaha. Apparently the previous King (previously mentioned on my blog) has a "squire" who is tall, toned and has a big dick, and he frequently sends his squire to service the women of the kingdom. HOT lol.

So big teddy bear man and I are done packing up, we go for a beer, I get tipsy off of one haha. Thanks to the heat, being dehydrated, underfed, and having my period. I go to take a nap before my evening date, then realize I have NO furniture... so I sleep on my back on the living room floor, using my hoody for a pillow. Hahaha. Alright. So I meet "nice arms" (thanks Mich and MissMuffit for the nick name idea) and we're talking and he's making me laugh, like legitimately, not just the flirty "laughing" I do in front of men folk to make them feel good about themselves. After dinner (and a few drinks) we go back to his place. Holy shit, he lives on the penthouse floor... he has a 1 bedroom apartment and it spans 2 floors. ... there is also a balcony on each floor. :D We smoked up and things were going pretty well, until I started to get sick... and oh man did I get sick. I threw up in his main floor bathroom... like violently. And ya know what's even fucking scarier??? While I was throwing up there was LITERALLY a voice in my head saying "that's right, get it all out. Keep going because you ate before dinner (even though I hadn't). And you ate yesterday so you should probably keep throwing up". I had the fucking weirdest trip ever. No more mixing booze and ganja for me. For a while I thought my Mom's spirit was trying to be part of me (possibly true. Miss you Mom <3. Would it be weird if I wished my late Mother's spirit would posses me when I'm stoned?), then I felt like everything was too familiar and every time I threw up (2 grand occasions) I felt like I was throwing up memories. Then I realized like an hour into the visit that nobody knew that I was out with him... then I started to get paranoid that he was going to kill me.... Really??? WTF. He's one of the nicest guys I knew in high school, genuinely caring and just got out of a long relationship too. Pretty much in the same boat as me, also, did I mention he's a super nice guy? Who did I go to crying about Garren in high school? Nice-arms. Who sat with me when my Mom was diagnosed and I was crying hysterically? Well everyone I knew, but he was definitely in that group, occasionally taking one-on-one shifts. Unfortunately he was also pretty good friends with Garren, and parents don't tend to like the boy you unhealthily obsess over, and in turn don't want you partying/spending late nights with him or his friends, no matter how many other girls were there. So we didn't get to know each other that well until after high school when we started camping at Folk Fest together. Which by the way, remember that festival that dum-dum got my pass to this summer? Nice-arms broke up with his gf 2 weeks before the fest and had an extra pass lol. Fuck I could have gone. Oh well. Anywho... right. Date!  So after I puke once and then I'm sitting on the couch watching Billy Madison with Nice-arms, clinging to the towel i requested... (i need a better nick name for him lol) I start freaking out... that he's going to rape me? Or think that I want to rape him if I ask if I can stay the night, cuz ya know, I don't have any furniture.... even though he has like 3 couches and a futon. No expectations if I don't put them there, but I'm trippin' balls. So I start babbling about being worried I'm coming off as a slut if I ask to stay the night and he calms me down and says that's why he has so many couches!! haha. So he flips the futon down and says "I know you're not looking for anything, but this futon really isn't that comfortable and I have a queen sized bed upstairs. I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable but it really would be a better sleep." So I agree (OF COURSE I WANT TO SLEEP WITH YOU, YOU'RE FUCKING SEXY, AND NICE AND INDEPENDENT AND {he has a really good job}, FUN, AND RIDICULOUSLY SMART). So we get to the stairs.. and I get up like 2 stairs and my brain fills with memories that I need to puke out (does that make sense?). So I go back down the stairs to the washroom. He brings my towel (aw). I finally finish. I decide the memories are all gone and if they start to come back I will let them be fresh memories (still not making sense right?). So I get up to the bedroom... and crawl into bed. Remove bra and shorts, and snuggle up next to him. He was laying in a position that facilitated spooning... so I just assumed I was a welcome addition. Of course, this is my way of saying "oh god you're sexy and I totally wanna fuck you". He is a gentleman and doesn't overstep any boundaries, plus I have my period. There is a little groping, and the standard pressing that happens when two people who are equally sexually attracted to each other and spooning (though at this point I was probably more attracted to him than him to I considering he'd already heard me throw up violently in his bathroom twice). He says "for someone that isn't looking for anything right now, you sure are sending out some mixed signals". I just say "I know right?". UGH. I'm an idiot lol. In the morning, I get up at like 10 and he's already been "at work" for a few hours. He has a higher position in the company... and is a fucking genius so he just remote accesses to work. He sent an email "working from home this morning" end of story. No questions asked. Oh god. I hope he wants to see me again the next time I'm in the city. I can't have completely turned him off, he did text me to see if I made it to Flin Flon alright. :P I think I'll send him a Facebook message while I'm at the coffee place apologizing for my abhorring behaviour. I don't want to do it through a text message because I know how turned off I get when I guy does that. Like fuck off lol.

Anywho. Flin Flon is a little boring in comparison. :P I hired 2 youth workers through the government employment program... one of them who is 17 started texting me right away after he called about the job, asking if I wanted a bf and shit .... Like NO little boy, I don't wanna be your sugar mamma. Get your own fucking money. So I reschedule them to come earlier so he doesn't have time to talk to me anymore. ... He assumes I'm coming to pick them up. UGH That is NOT how casual labour works. I tell you where to be and when and you be there. So I pick them both up, and they carry all the heavy shit (I'd already unloaded half the u-haul myself) some of the time I have to instruct them how to do it... and a couple times I have to step in to do it myself because I apparently have more muscles then these little wieners. Then after, little boy keeps texting me.... I ignore him after a little while. I'm busy re-acquainting myself with TV thank you very much. Later he texts me asking if I could do him a favour and buy him some chewing tobacco. I ask him if he thinks I'm willing to lose my job over some chew for him? Later yet ye texts me asking if I could give him a ride to Creighton and back...... WTF. I tell him we don't need to be friends. He was hired help. And ask him what he's expecting out of this? That shut him up. :P Little boys, be forewarned. I'M A BITCH, but it seems to work for me, so I have zero intentions to change!

Anywho, I'm behind on blogs. I've read a couple and commented on a couple, my apologies. I will try to not completely drown in them so that when my internet hook-up guy comes on the 29th I won't be too far behind.

Love and hugs and kisses. <3
Nessa