1. I am officially a married woman, and feel...basically the same. Minus the fact that I am WAY happier without all that darn stress. Like I am a million times less mean and crazy now that I am done with a 20-hour semester and all that planning and work that my mom did...speaking of, thanks mom! Shoot, she did so so so much work. The best. But anyway, marriage is super fun and I really like it.
2. Right now I am at a party and we are watching the Suns and the Lakers. In case anyone was wondering, I do not enjoy NBA basketball and think it is boring and dumb.
3. Also in case someone was wondering, I hate bug bites. Currently I have approximately 437 bug bites from my toes all the way up to my nose and every single one itches all the time like I have chicken pox. Worthless. HAVE NO FEAR though, I got some bug spray, the kind you can sweat in, because seriously who isn't sweating during the summer outside regardless of the time of day, a citronella candle, and am about to purchase one of those clip-on bug repellers and am stoked to try it out! :)
4. We have SO much stuff. Like, most of our new and cool gifts are open and put away, with the exception of a small pile of things to return, and are left with all our old, dumb stuff. Our stuff isn't actually dumb, just boring because we already knew we had it and actually have to put it away now. But don't worry, the kitchen is clean and there is nothing in the bathroom sink so we're good.
5. Nick and I combined have so many clothes! Please come buy them from us. With my permission. As in you can have anything I bought before the year 2008. Scratch that. You can have all but those new dresses I got from Target and my cotton v-necks. And you can have most of the clothes from before Nick and I started dating and I started buying him Gap clothes on sale. :)
6. I love my friends. The only downside to marriage is that we don't get to have other roommates anymore. Living with Nick is seriously thebomb.com, but I wish we could have all our friends just take turns living in the guest bedroom. (Not an actual offer for friends to come live with us.) But I do miss Marion (almost typed @MariLibrari, whoops) and I know Nick misses Kai and sort of wish we could all just be next door neighbors.
The End.
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Finals Schminals.
Its like every semester I forget.
I HATE FINALS WEEK.
Late late nights are super grand...until the next morning when time doesn't stop and you have to go to work and pick up your marriage license and turn in a paper and dip oreo balls and roll up tortillas and eat at your grandpa's and lose three pounds before Saturday because you have eaten SO much to try and stay awake and functioning this week.
Sitting in bed all day studying is fine too...until you realize even though you just read through an entire semester's worth of powerpoints it makes little difference in the amount you learned in the class and you find out that maybe, just maybe, you should have done more of the required reading so when you have to identify five different passages of poems and tell about their significance, as well as write a three-page in-class essay regarding the influence of gender and class on women writer's in the Victorian era, you might have a clue what you are talking about.
Reading articles and looking at funny websites is super and all...until you remember the ten-page paper you STILL have managed to put off and the bottle of MD Voltage that is quickly losing its effect on your staying awake abilities and all the snacks you justified eating by pretending they would help you stay awake to do that paper.
Pretending all the wedding plans will just magically pull themselves off is great and stuff...until you remember you have yet to make any sort of dent in moving out of your room and into your new apartment and the couch is being delivered tomorrow and you haven't got bridesmaid's gifts finished or even started on the programs or helped your mom with the food even a tiny bit or figured out who will light all those tiny little tea lite (sp?) candles before the guests arrive at the reception or who is actually going to make the church look like it isn't a gym and what song we will leave to and what pen to write in the guest book with and what I am going to wear that is blue and how we are all going to be ready by picture time.
Accidentally forgetting to work out the last month has been nice and all...but now its wedding time and I have to wear a strapless dress that shows my non-model-like arms [lol, like my arms will ever be model-like, bahaha] and my chiseled back, and I have to LGN and goodness knows I definitely do not and the six-pack abs I was thinking would just magically appear despite the cookies I thought I just had to have those twelve times and the pecan roll at Panera that looked so yummy but wasn't and all that dreadful time I spent looking at Facebook or wasted sitting in class instead of going to the rec like I wanted to...
Anyway. I hate finals week. And ten-page stupid papers about some book I don't even care a lick about and I ran out of cereal this morning so I don't have any for breakfast and I would like to lose three pounds tomorrow and have like forty zillion things to do before Saturday, bah!
I HATE FINALS WEEK.
Late late nights are super grand...until the next morning when time doesn't stop and you have to go to work and pick up your marriage license and turn in a paper and dip oreo balls and roll up tortillas and eat at your grandpa's and lose three pounds before Saturday because you have eaten SO much to try and stay awake and functioning this week.
Sitting in bed all day studying is fine too...until you realize even though you just read through an entire semester's worth of powerpoints it makes little difference in the amount you learned in the class and you find out that maybe, just maybe, you should have done more of the required reading so when you have to identify five different passages of poems and tell about their significance, as well as write a three-page in-class essay regarding the influence of gender and class on women writer's in the Victorian era, you might have a clue what you are talking about.
Reading articles and looking at funny websites is super and all...until you remember the ten-page paper you STILL have managed to put off and the bottle of MD Voltage that is quickly losing its effect on your staying awake abilities and all the snacks you justified eating by pretending they would help you stay awake to do that paper.
Pretending all the wedding plans will just magically pull themselves off is great and stuff...until you remember you have yet to make any sort of dent in moving out of your room and into your new apartment and the couch is being delivered tomorrow and you haven't got bridesmaid's gifts finished or even started on the programs or helped your mom with the food even a tiny bit or figured out who will light all those tiny little tea lite (sp?) candles before the guests arrive at the reception or who is actually going to make the church look like it isn't a gym and what song we will leave to and what pen to write in the guest book with and what I am going to wear that is blue and how we are all going to be ready by picture time.
Accidentally forgetting to work out the last month has been nice and all...but now its wedding time and I have to wear a strapless dress that shows my non-model-like arms [lol, like my arms will ever be model-like, bahaha] and my chiseled back, and I have to LGN and goodness knows I definitely do not and the six-pack abs I was thinking would just magically appear despite the cookies I thought I just had to have those twelve times and the pecan roll at Panera that looked so yummy but wasn't and all that dreadful time I spent looking at Facebook or wasted sitting in class instead of going to the rec like I wanted to...
Anyway. I hate finals week. And ten-page stupid papers about some book I don't even care a lick about and I ran out of cereal this morning so I don't have any for breakfast and I would like to lose three pounds tomorrow and have like forty zillion things to do before Saturday, bah!
Monday, May 10, 2010
Bridezilla.
Ok ok ok. I'm not saying I am nor will I become in the next nine days a bridezilla, BUT, and I say this with complete seriousness (well, as serious as you can be when you use any word with the suffix -zilla on it) it would not be hard to become one.
"To be or not to be...a bridezilla?" -Candice Lewis.
But anyway.
My [our] wedding is in t-minus five days and it still feels pretty surreal to me. Not saying I'm not totally ready and stoked, just feels so unreal. [That may have something to do with the 8-page research paper and two finals looming over my head...but whatever.]
In other important news, Nick graduated from MCC on Saturday! Wahooooie! Way to go! So did Kai and Marion!
Anyway, stress levels are through the roof, tears are always at bay, emotions are soaring in every direction, and to-do lists are never-ending! BUT it is all worth it, because at the end of this week, I will be the luckiest girl in the world, married to the man I love more than any other man. I am blessed, and so happy to have so many wonderful people surrounding me and loving me. Praise the Lord!
Special shout-out to all mothers, most importantly mine of course: You raise us and you teach us to do what is right, in hopes we will grow up to be loving, caring, wise, passionate, devoted people who desire to love the Lord above all others and let that love overflow into every area of our lives. You let us cry, you listen to our problems no matter how petty or ridiculous, and you tell us we are special, beautiful, and the very best. Mom's are better people than most, as they sacrifice their time, money, and happiness so that we, their children, their incredibly blessed and spoiled children, may have the things we think we need. Thank you, mom, for giving so much. Thank you moms, for being so special.
"To be or not to be...a bridezilla?" -Candice Lewis.
But anyway.
My [our] wedding is in t-minus five days and it still feels pretty surreal to me. Not saying I'm not totally ready and stoked, just feels so unreal. [That may have something to do with the 8-page research paper and two finals looming over my head...but whatever.]
In other important news, Nick graduated from MCC on Saturday! Wahooooie! Way to go! So did Kai and Marion!
Anyway, stress levels are through the roof, tears are always at bay, emotions are soaring in every direction, and to-do lists are never-ending! BUT it is all worth it, because at the end of this week, I will be the luckiest girl in the world, married to the man I love more than any other man. I am blessed, and so happy to have so many wonderful people surrounding me and loving me. Praise the Lord!
Special shout-out to all mothers, most importantly mine of course: You raise us and you teach us to do what is right, in hopes we will grow up to be loving, caring, wise, passionate, devoted people who desire to love the Lord above all others and let that love overflow into every area of our lives. You let us cry, you listen to our problems no matter how petty or ridiculous, and you tell us we are special, beautiful, and the very best. Mom's are better people than most, as they sacrifice their time, money, and happiness so that we, their children, their incredibly blessed and spoiled children, may have the things we think we need. Thank you, mom, for giving so much. Thank you moms, for being so special.
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