2.14.2010

I hate to gush. Really, I do. But seeing as this is the closest thing I have to a diary, I feel the need to chronicle the best Valentine's Day a girl could ask for. I got to Will's house before he did, and so I answered the door when he arrived. He said "Happy Valentine's Day!" with a big grin and a kiss, handing me a McDonald's bag with a cheeseburger inside. Good thing I knew that was a joke, as he said he was kidding and that the cheeseburger was his and the dozen roses behind his back were for me. He mentioned that he'd wanted to get me tulips, but none of the arrangements were good enough. Still, I LOVED the roses, they were bright pink (hot princess variety). Appropriate name, yes? Haha. Will also had a box of Lindt chocolate truffles for me, of which I'm proud to say I've only eaten one so far. Then I gave him the card I made (which he loved) and he opened the puzzle I ordered (sans the box, so he wouldn't know what it looked like). I stealthily put together the center heart with our names on it and then passed it over to him. He was shocked! and thought it was awesome. Then we went out for dinner (he'd made several reservations and let me choose; final verdict = Ichiban sushi). I actually dressed up, put on a little makeup and the effects were positive to say the least. After a lovely dinner, we picked up some cake at the store before heading home. I went into the other room when we got there, and while I was gone he surprised me yet again by lighting a myriad of candles in the dining room; we ate the cake and then cuddled in their romantic glow. It was so amazing. BEST VALENTINE'S DAY EVER, spent with the best Valentine in the world...mine.

2010 Lifestyle Changes - Change is "IN"

*IN the car: started listening to only classical music and BBC World News.
*IN the gym: diversifying my workout by adding in Zumba, more weight training.
*IN the ring: living it up before I "retire" from fighting in March.
*(Work)IN progress: FAIL. I was hoping to lose 2 final pounds but ended up gaining 5 more. Wtf.
*IN general: trying to enjoy life for what it is - a roller coaster ride.

Valentine's Week

Valentine's Week Festivities:
Monday = Finishing my V-Day cards for everyone!! And eating candy
Tuesday = Heart-shaped pasta with chicken alfredo, salad, bread, and lava cake for dinner
Wednesday = Making Valentines with Henna and Hazel, cute pink flamingo ones
Friday = Skiing with William up at Alta
Saturday = Amanda's Pink Party
Sunday = Giving William his gift, seeing what he has in store for the big day. "I would LOVE to spend my Valentine's day with you." Awww :)

Happy Valentine's Week!

Hey la hey la my boyfriend's (almost) back

I thought I was going to be a ski widow this winter...WRONG. And being an LSAT widow is almost worse, because at least ski resorts close at a certain time and you have to go home. The LSAT prep books are always there, thick, taunting, wretched things that they are. I miss curling up with my Will to discuss literature and things of that sort. Yes, I'm "for reals" and we do it often. (Our last topic was who we'd want to be able to write like and why. My choices:
Male - Thoreau, Robert Louis Stevenson, or Cervantes.
Female - Jane Austen, Baroness D'Orczy, or J.K. Rowling.)
But alas, he has had virtually no free time with work and studying. I can't wait for the LSAT to be over after Saturday!! Then I can have my boyfriend back. My nacho-making, super-cuddly, joke-cracking, infectious-smile, stress-free, crazy-amazing boyfriend. Good luck Willow!!

"I know, we are like Gilbert and Sullivan."

(**All story ideas copyrighted ©Caterwillar Inc.)
William and I often brainstorm ideas for epic books we are going to co-author. Example from May 1, 2009: (Catie, Will)
Once upon a time, there was a boy named Will. He had tremendous difficulty buckling down and actually starting his homework, as well as picking computer stations that aren't broken. He also had a very twisted sense of humor. Then one day he met a girl named Catie, who was by far the most breathtaking person ever. Together they formed a novel writing team that could not be beat, unlike the New York Rangers. To be continued...because the Rangers are the best hockey team ever. To be continued only after someone admits that the Penguins are actually the best hockey team.

Needless to say, that story never got finished. However, we have plans to do a piece to accompany the Star Wars spin-off books in 2012. The following is a textual conversation we had about our next endeavor, one that screams BEST SELLER LIST, that ties into my indulgent love of romance novels. For fun, I've only included Will's side of the repartee...

-"Instead of a note, write an excerpt from the romance novel about Catie the Greek princess/explorer and William the captain of the Hussars in the Russian Army."
-"Well I figured The Pearl would be the name of your arctic exploration vessel that gets frozen in. Leaving only Catie and Will alive to attempt a death-defying journey to freedom."
-"Byline: Can the fire of their passion thaw the ice of Siberia?? I know, we are like Gilbert and Sullivan."

For someone who scoffs at my guilty pleasure books, he sure seems to have it down pretty well.

Randominity

Yay book club! I'll be reading Persuasion for February :)
YAY new book club blog!!
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY my life right now (minus the no job part)!!!

William has taken to calling me Bubsy lately. I've never really had a nickname before, despite my uncanny ability to bestow them upon others with the greatest of ease. I like being called Bubsy, especially because it begs to be said with a British accent. William and I have been having a significantly fun winter despite his intense LSAT studying and my extreme post-grad boredom. When I saw this comic strip (see below) it totally made me think of the two of us haha. New Year's Resolution: Be a better, habitual blogger.

Hippiness and Treehuggery

"Hippiness and Treehuggery: Catie Dimas' Personal Statement" by Jack Lasley

While being a progressively minded and impassioned environmentalist, I am also a successful tightrope walker. I, of course, do not walk actual tight ropes, but a line much more narrow and precarious than even famed tightrope walker Phillipe Petit would dare. This line I speak of is the divide between hippies and productive people. As a nice looking and hygienic young woman, I can act as the most professional of individuals while embodying the aspirations and intentions of even the dirtiest ecobums.