Argh...I'm frustrated. Bradley and I have quit smoking for just over a month, but then last week while at Ethel's he stummbled a little and smoked, so he decided to smoke for the rest of the week and then quit on Friday again. Then tonight at work he smoked, and it was as if it wasn't a big deal to him. It makes me mad, because he's said over and over that he wants to quit, and I know it's hard but it's like he's just stopped trying the last few days. I know that you can't change a boy, and I know that me giving him an ultimatum about it won't work but I just want him to stop...now! It's kind of becoming an issue between us and that makes me even more frustrated, so I choose to vent via the internet. Bah!

Alright kids, this is it...and this time I really mean it. Bradley and I have quit smoking (it's surprisingly easier to do it with someone than on your own). I haven't had a cigarette since last Wednesday (which I realize isn't really that long, but I have lost my ability to make time go faster).

This weekend my family ditched me for Thanksgiving so I went to Bradley's. First we went to his dad's side of the family. It was huge, and mennonite, but overall they were pretty nice. The best part was that I got to see where Bradley grew up and play with day old turkeys. Also, grown turkeys freak me out just as much as chickens...yest they do.
We then ventured on to this mum's side of the family where I was immediately included in pictures (his grandma is moving and wanted photos for prosperity), and made to feel very, very welcome and included. It was nice....and made me almost 100% believe that this will not blow up in my face.

Holy busy weekend!
Friday I went to Toronto with my parents, Margot, and the Gray's to see Les Miserables. It's the third time I've seen it and somehow my mum managed to score front row tickets. It was fantastic! Being in the front row was crazy because there were times when I'm sure the actors were looking and singing right to us, and unlike last time I didn't start to cry until the appropriate ending moment.
Saturday was Bradley's DVD relases party. He made a DVD of a concert called Blues on the East Side last year, and so the Starlight put on a show and relased the DVD. Who knew that working at the venue and being the producer's girlfriend would get you so many perks. Also, the concert was an event to raise money for Cambridge Community Living (which helps people with developmental challenges) and I may have a job lead for January.
Sunday Bradley and I went road triping to Toronto so that I could go to the Universities Fair to find out about grad school. I forgot how stressful and busy that place is and I'm glad our adventure there lasted less than half an hour. Then we went to have dinner with David. Bradley was super nervous to meet David (which I thought was really funny), but things went well and I hope that everyone can start to forgive him for being kind of jerky in the past.

In a grand romantic gesture today Brad uninstalled his World of Warcraft game from his computer, brought the box and all it's contents to me, gave me his password and asked me to delete it. This may not mean anything to the rest of you, but it was a huge deal for me.
It looks like the saga of Brad and Caitlin will be continuing (although this time it seems there may be less drama...)

I don't know...maybe I do something to invite the drama in, but the last two days of my life have been a rollercoaster and I am now one confused little girl.
On Wednesday it came to my attention that Jeffery was still sleeping with his ex-girlfriend. He was doing a very good job of hiding it, and only having her over when I wasn't home. This obviously upset me, but more than anything made me feel stupid and embarassed that I let things go so far between us. He's upset that I'm upset and so is trying to be extra super nice which is just making me dislike the whole situation even more.
On top of that, Brad and I were hanging out yesterday before work when he decided to tell me that maybe breaking up with me was a mistake and my being with Jeffery made him realize how much he missed me and that he wanted a second chance.
And to top it all off (of course you didn't think it ended there, now did you?)one of the bus boys at work, Pete, who was wierdly seeing Jeffery's ex (before he also came to the realization they were still sleeping together), made it known last night that he was interested in me.
What the fuck?! I was supposed to be on a break from boys and now I've gotten myself into more trouble than I've ever been in before. More than anything I am confused, because no matter what I do I'm going to end up hurting someone and all three of these boys are wonderful boys who I don't want to lose in any capcity from my life. Secretly I blame this all on Mary, because every time she leaves me alone I get myself into something ridiculous. In reality I know I brought it all upon myself and this time I have no idea how to fix it.

It's offical. I drink too much. I have these little permanent cuts on my hand from opening beer bottles. Jeffery and Christophin have the same thing, so in a lame way it's kind of funny (like a really, really lame way).

It seems to me that I have more traumatizing hair dresser stories, than good ones. Today when I was at the salon the power went out in the middle of Claire (my hair dresser) cutting my hair. It was a slow day and the power was out in most of Waterloo so she was bored and I let her talk me into dying my hair (not that she had to try very hard). Anyways...it was supposed to be this soft chocolate brown colour, but it turned out to be super, super dark brown with a tinge of red. I think I may come to really like it (it makes my eyes look extra blue), and I've run into a couple people who've said it's all good, but seriously why can't I ever leave the hair dressers being one hundred percent happy?