Baby spaghetti for the french vampire soul

Something about me must scream 'french speaker' because i have been stopped 3 times since monday to give people directions in french. and that's fine except I barely know my lefts and rights (the cornerstone of giving directions) in english, so when it comes to french 'droites et gauches'... UHHHHHHH I am hopeless. Anyone who has spoken to me since summer 2023 may know that I am deathly afraid of people named Ella, and I have no explanation for this – the point is; I am sitting in the teacher college building (as I do most wednesdays) hoping I don't run into an Ella. (there are two uOttawa Ella's and I have gone all of September and October without seeing her so it's looking good maybe???). 

I just ran into a former classmate from last semester (NOT named ella), we tend to run into each other under very random circumstances. I told her "you can't have it all" and she said "you can't have anything." and then I said "you can maybe have one thing." and I think that was a beautiful interaction. For context, we've run into each other at Happy Goat on Bank (I always see someone I know while there) and at Ikea, where we showed each other our hauls, and then she walked away in the wrong direction through the showroom. 

[seamless transition] speaking of Ikea, that was one of the main topics at work today, in addition to being a homeowner and buying earrings on coworker Kelsey's Etsy shop (I am going to gatekeep the link until I order the ones I want because there are only two left and then I will absolutely share the link with you all). Kelsey also purchased a goodbye cake for the last day of two of my coworkers – it was mousse-y chocolate Larocca cake (yum) and it said 'we'll miss you x2' which I found hilarious.  I definitely had two pieces of cake but that is between me and god.

Sims updates (because that is what the people want, maybe): Juliana aged up to young adult, and took a job in business ... Lilith Vatore got her pregnant with what I hope is the vampire baby to live in the house forever more. If it is not a vampire baby, Lilith is getting custody. I may name the baby something silly like Oyster. You are welcome to share suggestions. The house is decorated for Halloween a little more and I was able to afford doors on the 3rd floor, but no ladder up to the fourth floor (yet). The house is still a work in progress and that is okay. While still a teenager, Juliana finished the 'villainous valentine' and 'fishing' aspirations. It doesn't occur to me that business is the best career for her; but when you need money to afford doors and ladders, we will take what we can get (she would make more as a manual. laborer). 

Michael is now a teenager and is on the chess team. His hobbies include playing chess, befriending his sister's exes like they are infinity stones and doing homework. I started making him play the guitar so it could be a little more Michael-Lore accurate. The funniest thing that happened in the last week-ish was that Joyce thought I had a crush on Michael Cera (which I don't), I am just fascinated by him in the same way I am fascinated by Bad Moustache guy (who I also made in the sims, Michael isn't special). Also tonight's survivor night so I will be simming until 10 pm –– vampire baby is to be born today. 

Mag also celebrated her birthday and became an adult (she was a young adult before). She is now down to working two days a week and still makes nothing as a comedian, which is cute. It's enough to pay the bills and now she can focus on her family, especially with a grandbaby on the way.

Back to the school aspect of my life, I wrote my last midterm (for round 1) on Monday and it was splendid. On friday I will be talking with my academic specialist to tell her I hate the exam center (which I did not write about because it makes me too angry) and to workshop some better ideas for future exams. I have a presentation next week and get my topic today... keeping an eye on the Brightspace page has made me so so sick. I thought this was my academic comeback (translation: I thought one of my exams went well and it turns out I did average), but now I am feeling sick to my stomach thinking about school. It happens people. 

I took my little cousins (7F and 11F)  to the yellow school bus stop today and what a time. I was told the bus is notoriously late and I thought HA HA HA (i didn't want to believe it). it was 18 minutes late. We started walking away at minute 15, but slowly, because I was going to drive them and then the bus wooshes around the corner. I told those kids to run like the wind. Watched them board the bus and told them to learn and went home. Kind of worried for friday though because I have an appointment with the academic specialist on a teams facetime call at 9. I told my cousins that they are on their own after 9 am on friday (just kidding) because I will be on the phone. 

and then last night, I drove my other little cousin (13F) home from dance at 10 pm which was fun (good tunes, windows down, wearing my nightgown) until I touched my nose and my nose stud jewelry was gone. I looked in the car (it is tiny so I could have missed it for sure), texted my parents in a frenzy and then drove my cousin back home while listening to music from the 2000s. Canterbury high school should consider hiring me as their advertiser because the whole drive home was an advertisement. She is still not sure if she would like to go, but I told her just to apply for fun (expert advice) and if she gets in, there's a choice to make in april, if not (shrug). 

I just knew Clara M was one degree of separation from a metal detector. I asked her if she anyone with one and sure enough the person she knew was her 12 year old brother. Apparently it's the real deal and I cannot wait to find my nose stud jewelry because I have no clue how to explain that to Nonna. I wonder if bedsprings will set it off? or if it is usable in the car... I will find out tomorrow or Friday it seems. 

I had plans to divulge my Friday night plans with you all but they appear to be changing continuously. I was advised of a dinner party at 8:30 (my first thought was that I would have to eat a pre-dinner) that I am invited to. Okay, fine, I start planning out my friday around that and my outfit and what wine I am going to bring for myself only. The invite is sent my Nicole in a groupchat that Clara is also in, I am concerned that Clara is not invited for a moment. Today I learn that the event is falling apart because the host wants to push back start time to 9 ... I told clara that is the hour of my midnight snack. at the same time I am informed that it was a potluck all along???? LOL I was about to show up to a potluck with a single serving of wine. Anyways, stay tuned to see if I attend.

Speaking of outfits planned in advance, I have my Halloween costume for this year all lined up. I am going to be a vampire. My teeth arrived in the mail, my edible fake blood arrived in the mail, my half-gallon bottle of inedible blood waits patiently in my bedroom. I need to find a white tunic of sorts (maybe with frills on the breast) at the thrift for as cheap as possible. I am going to put blood on my chin, neck and on my shirt (google 'baby eating spaghetti' and where ever you see spaghetti is where there will be blood). I will look like a vampire who just ate. It will not be sexy. It will be scary, maybe even terrifying – idk. I did sexy halloween last year and I was just cold. I am NOT putting staining blood on any piece of lingerie because that would be so criminal I am not made of money. And the blood on a white shirt is contrasty – LOVE. Also going to make fake-pieces of skin and put them around my mouth like I ripped my prey open. In my head, it looks really cool but in really i have no clue what it will look like because i haven't bought the top yet.

I guess the costume can be sexy if the tunic is form fitting and I wear a short skirt with it??? That way I can put blood on my legs too? Anyways... have to hit the thrift this weekend (weekend is a general term that describes Thursday night to Sunday night, as well as Monday night to Tuesday at 2 pm). You are automatically invited if you can pick me up, because I want to hit the Merivale Value Village, you are not automatically invited if you want me to drive because I can't handle another burden (you are not a burden, driving to merivale is the burden, you are loved #never forget).

Anyways, enjoy rereading this if you desire (hi Veronica of the future, I know you're snooping around here). You are invited to subscribe to the blog (which is possible, but I don't know how), share it with friends and family (whether or not they know me), and most of all, read it in a bad accent and turn it into a drinking game (do a shot every time Veronica uses brackets – you will be hammered in 3 paragraphs, I guarantee it). Smell you later stinkies (next post will most likely be Friday while I procrastinate in the coffee shop).