*UPDATE*

Yet another school rejection. Oh well! Life goes on.

Was sent a link to an ad inviting applications for trainee helicopter pilots. As it is, flying has been a long-going underG career thought of mine which has been recently resurrected - still on the low though - flight schools cost anything between 6M - 17M, depending on location and specification. So you can imagine my joy and excitement! It was like "Lord, is this a sign???" I'm almost afraid to believe it is, but worried that it won't work out if its not. Sent in my application two days back - against minimal odds. It turns out the postal service is on strike (I really need to start watching more local news, and less international), and the family is not too keen on that career path. Caty was all about the death statistics (which apply more to fixed wings as opposed to helicopters, but she wouldn't listen to me at that point anyhoos), and my mother's actually actively praying along the lines of my not getting the job. I really could use some support on my side. So I hurried in my application before I changed my mind to please mummy.

Hung out with a couple of Bob's friends yesterday. It would seem he has told them only so much about me. Much too much infact. Wifehalf of the happy couple kept going on about how excited she is that I'm going to be part of their "couple clique", and wanting to know if the date was going to be this year or early next year. Among other things. All I could think was "what on EARTH has he been telling them about me????". I mean we aren't even dating for pete's sake. If I wasn't so tickled (inside) at the time, I would have said something, cos I was strongly fighting the urge to blurt.

*sigh*

Whatever am I getting myself into?

Finally got a grip on my binging (with divine intervention, of course). It was like I was on some crazy see-food diet. And now, I find i'm not hungry, but I wouldn't mind a little something-something. Now I know what Sandra Bullock felt like in Miss Congeniality. Speaking of her, watched "The Proposal" yesterday (with Said Couple) for the second time. Firstly, that is the most serious I've seen Ryan Reynolds. Secondly, he has one HOOOTTTT bod underneath it all. Though for the life of me, I can't figure out how Mz. Bullock managed to get through the no-clothes scene. Ewww!!!!

2 weeks and counting to The Wedding. I've got 3 outfit changes in one day! And I'm not the bride!! Slipper hunting is not working in my favour. Dang.

Memo to Self: Must get the father to commit physically to my Look-Fab-On-D-day Trustfund.

Not-quite-hunger may not be the ish, but it certainly keeps you alert.