10 days until Aruba. I never thought that I would reach this far into the countdown.
I always do that - never think I'll get anywhere. When I was younger, in high school, I was CONVINCED I would contract some kind of disease and die. It only made sense since I couldn't picture doing ANYTHING with my life or picture how I would be when I got older. Now, here I am, with goals, and older than I thought I'd ever be. 23. Isn't that depressing?!
But back to more positive things...Aruba. 10 days. It's going to be amazing. We're staying here:
http://www.randrarubavilla.com/ and its going to be 8 days of heaven. I think it'll be fun and romantic to spend Valentines day at a dinner on the white sand of the little island. I've gotten over the idea that he'll propose there. I know it'll come eventually, no huge rush (although what does it mean when you request information booklets from venues all over Newport?!).
Is it almost time to go home? I need to get glasses and contacts at the eye doctors today. It's always a pain in the ass because I try on 89256 pairs and can never decide which ones look best on me. Leave it to the people working there to tell me that the Prada ones that are $300 look best. And for me to be stupid enough to buy them.