inquieto
In my ever-expanding self-isolation, I kind of forgot the reasons why I kept this LJ past teenagerhood. The reason being that I want to document things that happen, to read later on and be either embarassed or nostalgic!
So: I'm attending Maryland Law next year, and am terrified about it. But they've given me free swag (USB flash drive with the scales of justice! it is cute), and a completely unexpected and relatively substantial scholarship, so... whoo!
Greg and I bought a house. It is super adorable, and extremely tiny. I have discovered that I naturally gravitate only to buying house furnishings that are black, grey, or white. Other colors greatly upset me. It makes me think I should do more drugs. Our next door neighbor has two hilariously outgoing little boys, a beagle, and a tomcat that naps on our lawn. Everything about the house is awesome, except that our basement has terrifying house centipedes, and therefore 1/3 of our house is now off-limits to me at night. It makes me so, so glad and thankful I am marrying a man who will kill whatever I ask him to kill. Modern romance! Medieval romance? House is literally 10 minutes to the school. Not moving til July or August.
I'm sad I won't see my parents as much. As the youngest, these last couple years have been the only ones of my life where I developed a relationship with them in the relative absence of my brothers. I like shabbat dinners where it's only the three of us, and I've put off heading out to my new house on the last couple Fridays.
Trying to plan a wedding that is as minuscule as possible, while still satisfying our parents' desire to have witnessed a wedding. So far I bought a pretty white dress off Etsy, made a wedding registry, and have contemplated what kind of beer we should get (Pacifico!) OH! and asked my brother to have the wedding in his backyard (of the house he conveniently bought less than a week or two ago!) That's pretty much it. For a wedding that is less than 3 months away. I'm not sure who you ask to marry you, when you are a devoted atheist. I am planning it to be more cook-out than wedding, but still feel like maybe I should be more on top of shit. I did put on my dress and have a minor "oh fuck" moment. Except that really, Greg is the only thing I'm not afraid of.
So: I'm attending Maryland Law next year, and am terrified about it. But they've given me free swag (USB flash drive with the scales of justice! it is cute), and a completely unexpected and relatively substantial scholarship, so... whoo!
Greg and I bought a house. It is super adorable, and extremely tiny. I have discovered that I naturally gravitate only to buying house furnishings that are black, grey, or white. Other colors greatly upset me. It makes me think I should do more drugs. Our next door neighbor has two hilariously outgoing little boys, a beagle, and a tomcat that naps on our lawn. Everything about the house is awesome, except that our basement has terrifying house centipedes, and therefore 1/3 of our house is now off-limits to me at night. It makes me so, so glad and thankful I am marrying a man who will kill whatever I ask him to kill. Modern romance! Medieval romance? House is literally 10 minutes to the school. Not moving til July or August.
I'm sad I won't see my parents as much. As the youngest, these last couple years have been the only ones of my life where I developed a relationship with them in the relative absence of my brothers. I like shabbat dinners where it's only the three of us, and I've put off heading out to my new house on the last couple Fridays.
Trying to plan a wedding that is as minuscule as possible, while still satisfying our parents' desire to have witnessed a wedding. So far I bought a pretty white dress off Etsy, made a wedding registry, and have contemplated what kind of beer we should get (Pacifico!) OH! and asked my brother to have the wedding in his backyard (of the house he conveniently bought less than a week or two ago!) That's pretty much it. For a wedding that is less than 3 months away. I'm not sure who you ask to marry you, when you are a devoted atheist. I am planning it to be more cook-out than wedding, but still feel like maybe I should be more on top of shit. I did put on my dress and have a minor "oh fuck" moment. Except that really, Greg is the only thing I'm not afraid of.