Dear Brain, Please Turn Off.

I have a confession to make. An even bigger confession than the one about actually enjoying winter.

I’m getting pretty sick of this wedding stuff.

Maybe there are too many wedding blogs in my Google reader. Maybe I’ve picked up one too many bridal magazines.

Either way, I JUST WANT TO GET ON WITH OUR LIVES.

I mean, I’m excited about the wedding, I really am. I want to wear my dress and see our friends and family and look into Fiance’s eyes while we say our vows.

And it’s not like the planning part is some sort of torture. It’s actually pretty fun.

But I really, really, really just want just want to get to the part after the wedding.

(Not that part…)

I want to see Fiance every day. I want to fall asleep next to him. I want to cook incredibly disastrous meals for him. I want to serve craptastic dinner on the beautiful Blue Willow dishes I inherited from my grandfather. I want to decorate a home together, even though we will inevitably have that phase of trying to make all of the crap we decorated with in college go together and look “grown up.” I want to argue over bathroom time and trip over stuff constantly because of an apartment too small to have much storage. I want the interesting combination of crappy plastic tools/utensils and nice pretty new stuff from wedding and shower gifts.

But it’s all still 7 ½ months away. Patience never was my strong point.

Remind me of all of this in about nine months, okay?

Freedom!

I survived finals. I am home. And I promise I will post something substantial soon, but for now I am going to crawl into bed and read my book. Which I CHOSE MYSELF. Thanks for all your lovin' & support!

P.S. I did finally shave my legs. It was a hairy experience. (haha...)

Taking Some Time Off for Finals

But if you think you've been neglected, you should check out the hair on my legs.

Confession

There is snow on the ground.

The windchill today was below zero.

The cover to my gas tank froze shut.

I have given away all of my spare change.

Hot apple cider mix in the checkout line caused me to make an impulse purchase.

I have windburn from Christmas shopping. Indoors.

I have to wrap myself in a blanket to stay warm.


And I kind of love it.

Check.

Psych paper written.

Women's studies presentation done.

Pizza consumed.

Now I need sleep, 'cause that lit paper isn't going to write itself.

Milestones

Last night, I reached a new milestone in my adult life...


I cleaned up my own vomit.


It's not like I haven't puked as a Big Kid before, I've just always been hugging my BFF the toilet.

But apparently at 3am, my body had the urge to purge RIGHT NOW. (Thankfully I had gotten up to pee, so my bathroom floor got it, not my carpet.)

The bright side is that while I was fairly certain I was going to die for about 15 minutes, that "if I puke I'll feel better thing" is spot on. So while I'm a bit afraid of making my antibiotic angry again (no way it was the 10 snickerdoodles I ate last night...) I actually feel fine.


I just looked in the mirror and I don't exactly look fine...but I'll take what I can get.

Check Me Out!

Wendy over at Red Boots has been been doing an awesome Letter to 16-year-old Me Project and mine went up today. Read my letter! And while you're over there, check out the letters other people have written to themselves. Wendy's blog is one of my favorites, so be sure to look around!