it started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this
so a little while ago david showed me a youtube video of a bride-to-be who freaks out over her hairstyle, and an hour before the wedding in her hotel room, she screams as if dying a horrible death and starts hacking away at her hair. she screeches for her bridesmaids to not stop her, then once realizing the damage, she is hysterical in asking her friends why they didn't stop her.
hence the term bridezilla. god, i hope i don't end up like that. i don't think i will.
oh fuck, i'm getting married!
well, i always knew i would, and after meeting david, i knew that it would be to him. that was a year ago this month. in the past week, i wanted to get a wedding planner just for kicks to see what all i had to deal with. i also got one of the cheaper of the wedding mags (if $6 for a magazine is cheap to you) just to take a peek at all the pretty dresses i'll never be able to afford. once at home and settled on the couch, my mom asked what i was looking at. totally comfortable but at the same time not wanting to tell her the news this way, i raised up the cover to show her. she asked why i was looking at it. "you thinking of getting married?" this, just days after reminding me that i'll need a good job after my current one that has insurance, in case i got pregnant in the next year or so. pregnant before marriage; my, what modern culture has done to tradition. : )
i told her, yes, i planned on getting married soon. she seemed nonchalant and very accepting about it, which is actually her way of getting excited. most moms would shout and cry and hug their daughter, but my mom just says "okay" and then a few days later gets on the computer to look at wedding dress patterns. no hooplah. no phoning every relative still left alive. just a few suggestions here and there.
and boy, the few suggestions i'm collecting from books, magazines, and websites are already overloading my brain. the wedding is supposed to be simple, for fuck's sake! and it's really quite far into the future. i have plenty of time to do everything. but my conscious is acting as if it's next month. the flowers! who sits where! what to eat! most likely david and i will pay for 80%-90% of it all, and we'll be making and arranging almost everything ourselves. kinda like buying yourself a few christmas presents, wrapping them, and then opening up and acting surprised. wait, that actually sounds a bit pathetic. but the idea is the same. if you want something done right, do it yourself.
and is it really settling in to my brain? i think so. eeep! this will be the moment i've been waiting for ever since i was little. i'm old fashioned that way. i believe that my life will truly start once i settle down. once i have that one glorious milestone under my belt (heh heh), i can focus on other things.
in all reality, david and i could go down to the courthouse right now and take care of the whole thing, but presentation is the key, here.
OMG OMG OMG.
let me shut my brain dreams off for just one evening. let me connect to the real world for just a while.
. . . . nah.
hence the term bridezilla. god, i hope i don't end up like that. i don't think i will.
oh fuck, i'm getting married!
well, i always knew i would, and after meeting david, i knew that it would be to him. that was a year ago this month. in the past week, i wanted to get a wedding planner just for kicks to see what all i had to deal with. i also got one of the cheaper of the wedding mags (if $6 for a magazine is cheap to you) just to take a peek at all the pretty dresses i'll never be able to afford. once at home and settled on the couch, my mom asked what i was looking at. totally comfortable but at the same time not wanting to tell her the news this way, i raised up the cover to show her. she asked why i was looking at it. "you thinking of getting married?" this, just days after reminding me that i'll need a good job after my current one that has insurance, in case i got pregnant in the next year or so. pregnant before marriage; my, what modern culture has done to tradition. : )
i told her, yes, i planned on getting married soon. she seemed nonchalant and very accepting about it, which is actually her way of getting excited. most moms would shout and cry and hug their daughter, but my mom just says "okay" and then a few days later gets on the computer to look at wedding dress patterns. no hooplah. no phoning every relative still left alive. just a few suggestions here and there.
and boy, the few suggestions i'm collecting from books, magazines, and websites are already overloading my brain. the wedding is supposed to be simple, for fuck's sake! and it's really quite far into the future. i have plenty of time to do everything. but my conscious is acting as if it's next month. the flowers! who sits where! what to eat! most likely david and i will pay for 80%-90% of it all, and we'll be making and arranging almost everything ourselves. kinda like buying yourself a few christmas presents, wrapping them, and then opening up and acting surprised. wait, that actually sounds a bit pathetic. but the idea is the same. if you want something done right, do it yourself.
and is it really settling in to my brain? i think so. eeep! this will be the moment i've been waiting for ever since i was little. i'm old fashioned that way. i believe that my life will truly start once i settle down. once i have that one glorious milestone under my belt (heh heh), i can focus on other things.
in all reality, david and i could go down to the courthouse right now and take care of the whole thing, but presentation is the key, here.
OMG OMG OMG.
let me shut my brain dreams off for just one evening. let me connect to the real world for just a while.
. . . . nah.