I'll Write Again Later!
Oh my goodness, we totally joined "The Knot" and are loving it in all it's cheesy glory!
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Big Ass Party!
I'll be honest. I really like phrases like "big ass" and "bitchin'" and everyone tells me they like that about me. So if that offends you, I'm not sorry. If you've taken the time to observe them, these phrases are extremely entertaining to say aloud.
Anyway.
My party is tonight! I had a great birthday on Tuesday with George, even though I may have had too much champagne (you would have laughed). Nonetheless, he bought me a bouquet of my favorite flowers (white lilies) and took me to the nicest restaurant in town. Our waiter treated us like royalty, informing us that the entire staff decided we were the "cutest couple of the evening." We ate Caesar salad and had a strawberry shortcake desert (on the house) and reminisced over the day before. Oh! And George even managed to borrow our friend's car for the night, which was a Volkswagen Cambrio convertible, the car of my dreams and the exact one from the infamous commercial that I first heard Nick Drake's "Pink Moon." Talk about a birthday present!
So yeah! It's been an amazing week! And tonight is the party and I'm pretty sure a couple of people are making cakes. And there's a fire pit and we'll be enjoying that as well.
I'll post pictures. I promise.
Anyway.
My party is tonight! I had a great birthday on Tuesday with George, even though I may have had too much champagne (you would have laughed). Nonetheless, he bought me a bouquet of my favorite flowers (white lilies) and took me to the nicest restaurant in town. Our waiter treated us like royalty, informing us that the entire staff decided we were the "cutest couple of the evening." We ate Caesar salad and had a strawberry shortcake desert (on the house) and reminisced over the day before. Oh! And George even managed to borrow our friend's car for the night, which was a Volkswagen Cambrio convertible, the car of my dreams and the exact one from the infamous commercial that I first heard Nick Drake's "Pink Moon." Talk about a birthday present!
So yeah! It's been an amazing week! And tonight is the party and I'm pretty sure a couple of people are making cakes. And there's a fire pit and we'll be enjoying that as well.
I'll post pictures. I promise.
You Never Saw This Coming!
George and I are engaged. Yes, it's true. He proposed shortly after midnight last night and it was perfect. I could not have asked for anything better. He's the greatest thing that's ever happened to me. And I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with him.
If you're wondering how he asked, it was simple and what I'd always hoped for in a proposal... We had just finished watching an awful, cheesy movie (My Super Ex-Girlfriend) and spent 15 minutes laughing at how stupid we thought it was. We laid on the couch in a candle-lit living room and during the middle of our laughter, George slowly reached into his bag that sat on the floor and pulled out a little black box. He opened it and he asked me to marry him. All I could do was stare dumbly at the ring he held in front of me and ask him if he was "being serious." But I quickly changed my answer to "yes" and smothered the rest in kisses.
We've spent the whole day calling people and making announcements. It's been a pretty crazy day. And my birthday is tomorrow and we're going to Chattanooga to take fun pictures.
The date is set for August 16, 2007, which we've chosen to honor George's dad, who passed away in August of 2005.
More info and links to our wedding will be provided soon.
Holy crap, I'm getting married! And it's awesome!
If you're wondering how he asked, it was simple and what I'd always hoped for in a proposal... We had just finished watching an awful, cheesy movie (My Super Ex-Girlfriend) and spent 15 minutes laughing at how stupid we thought it was. We laid on the couch in a candle-lit living room and during the middle of our laughter, George slowly reached into his bag that sat on the floor and pulled out a little black box. He opened it and he asked me to marry him. All I could do was stare dumbly at the ring he held in front of me and ask him if he was "being serious." But I quickly changed my answer to "yes" and smothered the rest in kisses.
We've spent the whole day calling people and making announcements. It's been a pretty crazy day. And my birthday is tomorrow and we're going to Chattanooga to take fun pictures.
The date is set for August 16, 2007, which we've chosen to honor George's dad, who passed away in August of 2005.
More info and links to our wedding will be provided soon.
Holy crap, I'm getting married! And it's awesome!
I Am Not A Garden Gnome.
I may be stuck underneath these circumstances for longer than I would have hoped. Considering my financial situation, and the one of my parents, it may be more than a year before I get to return to Seattle. I suppose this is acceptable, but I wish it could be better. I know my parents would like to see me graduate from Lee and while the idea frustrates me, I'm sure it's the most logical thing to do.
Talking with my mom, I know that my sister went through this same sort of situation--living somewhere she hated. However, my sister could visit home almost whenever she wanted just by jumping in her car and driving the five hours west to get there. However, in my case, it's ever-so-slightly a longer drive...
School started this week. I've registered for the full 12 hours and I feel much more prepared this semester than I did in the fall. I definitely want to change my major from Communications/Journalism to Communications/Graduate, which not only suits me better but would probably speed up the graduation process. I'm taking Rhetoric & Research, which is your basic English 110 class. I took Writing from Research (the same class) at Cascadia but the teacher was a butthole and gave me a "D." The grade transferred when I started at Lee, but I'm not pleased with how that looks on my transcript, so I'm taking the class over while I'm here.
I'm actually starting to feel better about the whole situation. When I think about starting over this semester and having the fresh start, I feel that much more motivated to do well.
So here's hoping the next three months are fruitful.
Upcoming events:
1. My 23rd birthday next Tuesday, the 16th.
2. My 23rd birthday party next Saturday, the 20th.
Talking with my mom, I know that my sister went through this same sort of situation--living somewhere she hated. However, my sister could visit home almost whenever she wanted just by jumping in her car and driving the five hours west to get there. However, in my case, it's ever-so-slightly a longer drive...
School started this week. I've registered for the full 12 hours and I feel much more prepared this semester than I did in the fall. I definitely want to change my major from Communications/Journalism to Communications/Graduate, which not only suits me better but would probably speed up the graduation process. I'm taking Rhetoric & Research, which is your basic English 110 class. I took Writing from Research (the same class) at Cascadia but the teacher was a butthole and gave me a "D." The grade transferred when I started at Lee, but I'm not pleased with how that looks on my transcript, so I'm taking the class over while I'm here.
I'm actually starting to feel better about the whole situation. When I think about starting over this semester and having the fresh start, I feel that much more motivated to do well.
So here's hoping the next three months are fruitful.
Upcoming events:
1. My 23rd birthday next Tuesday, the 16th.
2. My 23rd birthday party next Saturday, the 20th.
Nostalgia Of An Ugly Kind.
Last night, George and I watched the movie The Last Kiss with Zach Braff and I hated it. I love Zach Braff and I think he's a brilliant actor, but the story was awful and reminded me way too much of what happened to me last year. If you've seen it, then you've seen what happened to me retold by actors. If you haven't seen it, I suppose you could go rent it and find out what I'm talking about. On the other hand, I don't want to encourage you to do that either.
Of course, there were some variances between the movie and my life. Like the fact that she was pregnant and Zach Braff never left a bruise on her. But I was cheated on and he did try to get me back and he said things like, "I know now that you're the one I want to be with" and "I've learned my lesson"... However, in my case, I chose (eventually) not to take him back and he responded with things like, "I know I can get better than you, prettier than you, skinnier than you, smarter than you" and "You'll never find anyone who will love you more than I do," which I know is the most prime examples of bullshit I've ever heard. I don't know how anyone can live so spiteful, but he does it quite well apparently.
I know I've just revealed a lot from my life last year. Maybe that's why I hadn't written as much in 2006. I love to have stories to tell, but so much of my life since I moved here is so personal, it wouldn't be appropriate for me to document it. Then again, I've been doing this since November 2001 and I've always enjoyed this as a venue for self expression and a chance for people to get to know me. Oh, conundrum...
So the movie was horrible and afterwards, George and I watched an episode of Arrested Development just so I could forget about Zach Braff's character and all his excuses. I have to admit that having George in my life has brought a lot of emotional healing. Moving here was the right thing to do and there are many people I've met who I'll know for life, George especially...
And I realize I write about moving home a lot and how excited I am to go. I wouldn't blame you if you're reading and getting really tired of knowing how tired I am of living in the South and how I "just can't wait" to go back to Seattle... But if it makes you feel any better, I think when I do return home, I'll have a lot more interesting things to write about, stories to tell, and a lot less wounds to heal. And you won't have to read my whining and complaining so much anymore. Even I'm getting annoyed with what I spout out these days.
I almost wish someone could tell me what to write or make a request. (That's not a plea for people to comment!) Like when you're in school and you don't know what to write your essay paper about, but your teacher gives you a list of topics to choose from to help you with your idea.
Sometimes, it'd just easier being told what to do.
Of course, there were some variances between the movie and my life. Like the fact that she was pregnant and Zach Braff never left a bruise on her. But I was cheated on and he did try to get me back and he said things like, "I know now that you're the one I want to be with" and "I've learned my lesson"... However, in my case, I chose (eventually) not to take him back and he responded with things like, "I know I can get better than you, prettier than you, skinnier than you, smarter than you" and "You'll never find anyone who will love you more than I do," which I know is the most prime examples of bullshit I've ever heard. I don't know how anyone can live so spiteful, but he does it quite well apparently.
I know I've just revealed a lot from my life last year. Maybe that's why I hadn't written as much in 2006. I love to have stories to tell, but so much of my life since I moved here is so personal, it wouldn't be appropriate for me to document it. Then again, I've been doing this since November 2001 and I've always enjoyed this as a venue for self expression and a chance for people to get to know me. Oh, conundrum...
So the movie was horrible and afterwards, George and I watched an episode of Arrested Development just so I could forget about Zach Braff's character and all his excuses. I have to admit that having George in my life has brought a lot of emotional healing. Moving here was the right thing to do and there are many people I've met who I'll know for life, George especially...
And I realize I write about moving home a lot and how excited I am to go. I wouldn't blame you if you're reading and getting really tired of knowing how tired I am of living in the South and how I "just can't wait" to go back to Seattle... But if it makes you feel any better, I think when I do return home, I'll have a lot more interesting things to write about, stories to tell, and a lot less wounds to heal. And you won't have to read my whining and complaining so much anymore. Even I'm getting annoyed with what I spout out these days.
I almost wish someone could tell me what to write or make a request. (That's not a plea for people to comment!) Like when you're in school and you don't know what to write your essay paper about, but your teacher gives you a list of topics to choose from to help you with your idea.
Sometimes, it'd just easier being told what to do.