Friday, September 03, 2004


Not much new to report here... the place I ordered my dress from took the remaining portion of my payment out of my account today so that means the dress is on it's way! This both throughly excites and fucking terrifies me. This will be the reason I drag my headachey ass to the gym again today. I've made it 3 days this week, and this weekend is shaping up to be a bit of a bitch timewise so I go now or miss three days in a row. I don't think so. Especially since my pants fit a teensy bit looser this morning.

I got my passport in the mail, that's also exciting... I need to finish up the invitations now, as they will go out the week after next. My mom was surprised that I'm sending them out so soon; but that's 8 weeks. According to
my bible as of late 8 weeks is proper etiquette. Hell if it means getting them off my dining room table and the hell out of my house, I would say 11 weeks would be fine.

Speaking of my mom, she's taking me to the eye doc on sunday and treating me to an exam and glasses. To put it plainly, she's the bomb. hopefully the doc can pinpoint what is causing these stupid headaches and given that I don't fuck up the exam out of nervousness, all will be well on it's way to headache free land by monday. One can hope.


1. What are you looking forward to this fall?

Rainy nights outside, curled up with a blanket and Aaron inside, watching (finally) decent television. oh, yeah... AND OUR WEDDING!

2. What do you regret in the past year?

I regret ... a few things. Letting a jerkoff cousin get the best of me, by feeling hurt and pissed when I heard she and her jerkoff husband were talking trash about Aaron and I. I regret wasting time by (constantly) dreaming of ways to make her feel that badly. But I know she's just jealous. I know they both are. I know that in order for them to feel good about their shitty little lives they need to talk shit about other people. I know that despite the fact that I'm writing this, I'll feel pretty bad if I find out she's reading this. And I'll regret that too. Mainly I regret sticking up for their punk asses any time other family members talked crap. I regret trying to find the positive in their dark and dreary demeanors. Family. Feh. I regret that it bugs the shit out of me that they did this, and they probably don't give a second thought to it, and wouldn't even if I brought it up. But just in case there are any misconceptions out there, let me clear something up for you guys.

#1 I am not making Aaron get rid of his fiero. What you don't seem to understand is that Aaron is the one who's been talking about getting rid of it, and I have actually (time and time again) said "no, I think we should keep it. You love that car."

#2 I do not boss Aaron around, and he does not boss me around. Neither one of us is walking around with our tail between our legs, (and by the way... um pot-kettle-black. If you want to start pointing fingers and calling people whipped, then I'd look in the mirror. That's what whipped looks like. mmmkay? and you can assume I am not speaking to the woman in your relationship.) what we have for each other is mutual respect. I can see how you might've gotten that confused with being whipped considering that you two have zero clue as to what mutual respect in a relationship might be. You are welcome to come over and take notes... might help things.

3. Who was your favorite teacher?

Mr. Lynn Howard. He was my choir teacher, and also the football coach and my history teacher. By far the most colorful, funny, warm-hearted teacher I ever had. Was a very strong fixture in my school life from grades 9 to 12. I actually received an email from him this morning after repeated emails asking for his address so I can send him a wedding invitation. Turns out he's been a bit busy, but still has the same email (phew!).

4. What was your favorite subject?

Choir, english and probably... french.

5. I've handed you $500 that you must spend new clothing for the fall. Tell us how you'd spend it.

I'd go to Old Navy, then the gap then probably target.

R.I.P. Bill... Easter 2003-August 30th 2004

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