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Sigh.
I've been trying to keep myself busy by beginning to arrange stuff for the wedding (still no clue about the date, though), but it's depressing because as soon as I run out of things to do, I realize how boring it is around here.
I haven't gotten much sleep either because I've been worrying so much. I mean...what if something happens? We wouldn't find out about it for days. He's supposed to come back tomorrow, but what if he doesn't? I don't know what I'd do.
On the bright side, though, I've decided on what my gown will look like. It'll take a while to sew and then I have to be fitted and "accidently" pricked with needles about eight million more times but so far, I think it's going to be perfect.
Hahaue seems resolute on decorating with beautiful wolframs, and I have to admit that it makes sense and it would look very nice.
But really, we're getting ahead of ourselves...because Weller hasn't had his stupid wedding yet and it's taking FOREVER. Oh, and to certain people, really, I couldn't care less whether you approve of my engagement or not. You're not even RELATED to me. If you can't attend the ceremony without making smart-aleck remarks about how what I've decided to do with my life isn't logical or whatever reason you're trying to use to forgive your misdirected PMS then don't come. The world will keep spinning for me.
Anyway, for right now, I believe I'm supposed to go and see Weller's orphan child Liesel will be prettier.
I've been trying to keep myself busy by beginning to arrange stuff for the wedding (still no clue about the date, though), but it's depressing because as soon as I run out of things to do, I realize how boring it is around here.
I haven't gotten much sleep either because I've been worrying so much. I mean...what if something happens? We wouldn't find out about it for days. He's supposed to come back tomorrow, but what if he doesn't? I don't know what I'd do.
On the bright side, though, I've decided on what my gown will look like. It'll take a while to sew and then I have to be fitted and "accidently" pricked with needles about eight million more times but so far, I think it's going to be perfect.
Hahaue seems resolute on decorating with beautiful wolframs, and I have to admit that it makes sense and it would look very nice.
But really, we're getting ahead of ourselves...because Weller hasn't had his stupid wedding yet and it's taking FOREVER. Oh, and to certain people, really, I couldn't care less whether you approve of my engagement or not. You're not even RELATED to me. If you can't attend the ceremony without making smart-aleck remarks about how what I've decided to do with my life isn't logical or whatever reason you're trying to use to forgive your misdirected PMS then don't come. The world will keep spinning for me.
Anyway, for right now, I believe I'm supposed to go and see Weller's orphan child Liesel will be prettier.