Wednesday Starts in Two Hours. Close Enough.

So...How do y'all suggest we go about making our wedding playlist?

(I know, I know. I was all whiny about the wedding and now I'm talking about it. But it has to be done. And this "fun" chore is one I'm pretty much dreading. And Fiance would prefer to just not do it at all. So help.)

Any experience in this? Any songs that absolutely should or absolutely should not be played? How would you do it?

And what if everyone hates my taste in music? I'm not cruisin' down the road to Hanna Montana, but I love me some Glee and I am not past popping in the soundtrack while I put on my makeup. (Note to self: put cd in day-of bag...) Also, I may or may not consider the Spice Girls to be the best dancing music.

I don't really think my taste in music is terrible, but Norah Jones is not knmown for her booty-shakin' music. I want people to par-tay. But how to find the balance between that and music I actually like?

Tell me what you think. I mean it. Do it.

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!

This is Why I Shouldn't Bother Getting Out of Bed

Today I have successfully:

-put my contacts in the wrong eyes. and almost left them that way because I hadn't worn them in a while & I thought maybe I just needed some time to get used to them again. did I mention I'm going to be driving?

-made myself pb&j and went to put the pb in the fridge. which would not have been so bad except I then went to put the j in the cupboard.

-realized that a blew off a friend last weekend.

-realized that it took me almost a week to realize I'd blown off a friend last weekend. and that nyquil makes me stupid.

-checked my email after immediately logging out of my email account.

-discovered that my inhaler expired 3 years ago. (how much does that really matter, anyway?)

-discovered the above because last night I was having an asthma attack and freaked out because I actually did not remember what an asthma attack felt like. I knew there was a reason I carried that damn thing with me everywhere...

-walked into a room and had no idea why I was there (multiple times...and my apartment has 3 rooms).


And I've only been awake for an hour and a half.

I Want It Back!

Photo by Me

...And it hasn't even really snowed yet. Boo. I am not a fan of winter.