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I've grown tired of caring too much about what others think, and of silencing my own honest two cents in fear of putting people off. Though I know I overstep my bounds every so often just like any human being, that doesn’t seem reason enough to keep every potentially critical opinion to myself-especially to anyone who is willingly candid with their own opinions.
On a lighter note...
My mother's wedding was Sunday. I surprised myself by feeling the urge to cry as she walked down the aisle. No tears actually occurred, but that was a conscious effort on my part. Despite a light sprinkle about 30 minutes before the ceremony, it went off pretty much without a hitch. Well, despite that, as well as the fact that the musicians apparently played the wrong song when the newlyweds walked back down the aisle. It was supposed to be "Fly Me to the Moon." Not sure what song it was they actually played.
I also discovered I'm much more personable with my extended family after a margarita, a gin and tonic, and a couple beers. Maybe that explains why they've always been so personable with each other. I don't even mind my grandmother's shameless, borderline-insulting remarks anymore, such as, "I liked you better with long hair, I just want to cut off the sides," or "You're a beautiful girl, but you've put on a few pounds."
At the reception, I gave my obligatory maid-of-honor/daughter speech, opening with, "I remember when my mother and John first started dating. They hadn't been out more than three or four times, and my mother said to me, "Julia, I want to marry this man."" (pause for laughs) "I believe my response was something along the lines of, "No you don't. You don't even know him yet."" (pause for laughs) Fill in with a few anecdotes sprinkled with good-intentioned humor, and end with, "I want to congratulate my mom, the eternal optimist, and John, the man who makes her as happy as she always knew she could be." Bordering on the overly-gushy side, I know, but I made at least one of my aunts cry, and it got me my first actual hug from John, so I guess I done good. I wish I could say I pulled it out of my ass on the spot, but I like to come prepared. JUST in case. I also wanted to know what to say ahead of time just in case I'd downed one too many glasses of red wine and said something regrettable that, at the time, seemed like a good idea. I'm bad about that.
And I'm way too stressed for it to not be the school year yet. I want another 3 weeks. I guess one good thing about this school basically forcing you to graduate in four years is that I can just get my BFA and move on with my life. The excitement and romanticism of college has long fizzeled out for me. I just wish I had some sort of plan for what comes next.
I went to Goodwill today on a whim. As I was leaving, an employee rushed out of the store and yelled after these two somethingteen blonde girls who had just left the store and were speedily walking away, "HEY! Come back here! You know I'm talking to you!" Another customer nearby asked if they'd stolen something, and he said, "Yeah, they stole. They know they stole." As I drove away I passed them as they were speedwalking away, and they nervously glanced as I passed. I wanted to yell something out of my window to shame them or at least draw attention to them, but I just shook my head and drove off. I mean, it's a Goodwill. What the fuck kind of person steals from a Goodwill?!?
On a lighter note...
My mother's wedding was Sunday. I surprised myself by feeling the urge to cry as she walked down the aisle. No tears actually occurred, but that was a conscious effort on my part. Despite a light sprinkle about 30 minutes before the ceremony, it went off pretty much without a hitch. Well, despite that, as well as the fact that the musicians apparently played the wrong song when the newlyweds walked back down the aisle. It was supposed to be "Fly Me to the Moon." Not sure what song it was they actually played.
I also discovered I'm much more personable with my extended family after a margarita, a gin and tonic, and a couple beers. Maybe that explains why they've always been so personable with each other. I don't even mind my grandmother's shameless, borderline-insulting remarks anymore, such as, "I liked you better with long hair, I just want to cut off the sides," or "You're a beautiful girl, but you've put on a few pounds."
At the reception, I gave my obligatory maid-of-honor/daughter speech, opening with, "I remember when my mother and John first started dating. They hadn't been out more than three or four times, and my mother said to me, "Julia, I want to marry this man."" (pause for laughs) "I believe my response was something along the lines of, "No you don't. You don't even know him yet."" (pause for laughs) Fill in with a few anecdotes sprinkled with good-intentioned humor, and end with, "I want to congratulate my mom, the eternal optimist, and John, the man who makes her as happy as she always knew she could be." Bordering on the overly-gushy side, I know, but I made at least one of my aunts cry, and it got me my first actual hug from John, so I guess I done good. I wish I could say I pulled it out of my ass on the spot, but I like to come prepared. JUST in case. I also wanted to know what to say ahead of time just in case I'd downed one too many glasses of red wine and said something regrettable that, at the time, seemed like a good idea. I'm bad about that.
And I'm way too stressed for it to not be the school year yet. I want another 3 weeks. I guess one good thing about this school basically forcing you to graduate in four years is that I can just get my BFA and move on with my life. The excitement and romanticism of college has long fizzeled out for me. I just wish I had some sort of plan for what comes next.
I went to Goodwill today on a whim. As I was leaving, an employee rushed out of the store and yelled after these two somethingteen blonde girls who had just left the store and were speedily walking away, "HEY! Come back here! You know I'm talking to you!" Another customer nearby asked if they'd stolen something, and he said, "Yeah, they stole. They know they stole." As I drove away I passed them as they were speedwalking away, and they nervously glanced as I passed. I wanted to yell something out of my window to shame them or at least draw attention to them, but I just shook my head and drove off. I mean, it's a Goodwill. What the fuck kind of person steals from a Goodwill?!?