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What Happens at a Bachelorette Party, Stays with the Bachelorette Party
Let’s be honest here. I just rewrote this sentence twice after returning home from having a beer with coworkers. I promise it was only one, but seriously, I am beyond tired and should be going to bed instead of writing to you at this time and hour.
A face like this needs its beauty sleep.
It could be the beer, but this TV sounds really loud to me all of a sudden. I could simply be getting old, too. Ugh, whoever thought they’d see the day where I would utter something like that. Why I even decided to put on an unwatched episode of SNL is beyond me. I’m going to spend more time looking at that damn TV than to this computer screen. I can be a real dinkus sometimes.
It could also be my massive love and obsession with Bill Hader. Some call him absolutely creepy. Me? I’d jump him backstage in less than five seconds if given the chance.
This past weekend has got me going all sorts of crazy. It’s got me thinking about lots of things. Dating, guys, getting out into the country more often, actually eating something that wasn’t made on a deep-fried grill,the job search, wanting to move back home to help out for an extended period of time…and more about boys.
What is it about the country that drives the hormones crazy? The Pure Romance party I hosted for my sister’s Bachelorette Party didn’t help matters any. The weird thing? I ended up buying more beauty products than anything else after the Pure Romance segment was concluded. It’s fantastic. Not only did I buy a heated massager, but I also purchased this stuff called Dream, which is a pillow spray in the scent of rosemary, rosewood, and patchouli.
It smells so incredible.
If you want to imagine the smell, think of a legitimate hair salon that sorely uses Aveda products. Naturally, I adore Aveda (despite the price sometimes), and the smell just makes me feel like I am in heaven. Going to the hair salon once every three months or so just makes me lose myself from reality.
Everybody needs one, so don’t judge.
“When the grandmothers of today hear the word Chippendales, they don’t think of chairs.”
Oh, Jean Kerr…you are quite the dish dispenser. It’s a fact of our time era. Sex sells. Perfect example? The movie Magic Mike. Shirtless men with ripped chests and abs ripping their clothes off for money. You can’t tell me there isn’t at least one steamy love scene somewhere in that movie. Whenever somebody strips their clothes for money in a movie as a main character of the overall plot, there’s at least ONE steamy sex scene.
Trends don’t lie.
Recently, my sister and I made a list of things we will never, ever be able to talk to each other about despite how close we are, how close we’ve been, or how close we will become in the future.
What happens behind closed doors with boys is one such topic.
So imagine the look on her face (and everyone else’s faces for that matter) when the Pure Romance consultant walks into the room and tells us she’s going to open our minds to not only getting more pleasure in bed, but also with ourselves when the men in our lives “just don’t get it.”
I have never laughed as hard as I did that night by simply watching the reactions on my sister’s faces as the presentation continued. The beauty product version of everything went really well with people ooh-ing and ahh-ing when appropriate. I really wanted to get this perfume whose name I can’t recall at this exact moment, but it’s made with mostly pheromones so when it hits your skin, it mixes with the hormones in your body and it makes its scent according to the combination of pheromones and hormones inside everyone’s individual body. When initially rolled on, it does have a fruity smell about it, but after a few minutes, it starts to accumulate to your body’s specific chemistry. It’s perfectly named Basic Instinct.
I considered mine to smell almost like Bath and Body Works scent “Delicious,” but I was knocked off my high horse when my sister smelled my wrist and said, “Yours smells musty.”
Musty? Are you kidding me?!
Ah well, she was the guest of honor. I really couldn’t argue with her all that much. At least, not for one night anyways 🙂
On top of that, we filled out a card for her so she can improve her presentations from this point out based on what we had to say about our experiences with this particular time, and there was a question of “Out of the women with you in the group this time, which of them would make a possible Pure Romance consultant?”
Everyone, minus myself, wrote down my name.
Me? A Pure Romance consultant? Apparently I’m very energetic and open about talking about embarrassing topics. So, people think I could make a living talking about sex. Hey, it’s been a small dream of mine to be a guest blogger for the Cosmopolitan. You know the ones I’m talking about…30 Days of Sex, or 365 of Dating Tips,..things like that. Everything is anonymous, and no real names are mentioned, but the real, raw, but juicy fun details we all love to read about. It’s entertaining, to say the least.
And sex for 30 days straight? I could handle that. It’s the guy I’d have to worry about. It takes a special guy to actually take part in the blogging experiment experience, and not just go along with it because…well, because he wants nothing but sex for 30 days.
Nothing is ever as good as it seems.
But my eyes are really starting to get heavy now, so I’m going to leave you with a few uplifting parting words. Remember, the week is officially half way over, so here’s a little push in continuing to make it better.
– You have the power to make positive changes.
– Life is a menu with unlimited choices.
– Kick stress off your team.
– No one’s star shines brighter than yours.
– Setbacks are only temporary.
– No matter what chapter you’re on, you are a success story.
– Keep your eyes on the prize. It’s so close!
Who knew a body would need an entire week to recover from two days worth of wedding time party bliss?
Seriously, I’m just beat. Yet, here I am. I’ll stick with the best excuse of all time: “I’m young and dumb and don’t know any better.”
It makes me feel better about myself every time.
Trying to Keep my Feet on the Ground
Is today Monday? Thursday? Saturday? I honestly can’t tell anymore.
My days are so screwed up, and it’s making me have to think twice as hard about what is going on with my day and what I have going on. Sometimes, my planner hasn’t been updated, and it’s really hard to base everything off my memory. At times.
It’s just a whole nest of craziness!
But I must also inform you that I won’t be writing to you for the next couple of days. I will be hitting the road because I’ve finally found a gap of time where I can get myself home. I’m not talking my current apartment. I’m talking the good ol’ farm where I spent 20 years of my life. I can’t be more excited!
Sadly, I’ll only be there for about 36 hours, and my time is pretty booked already and I haven’t even sat down in my car yet. Lots of planning for the bridal and bachelorette party, and I need to coordinate a few things with my madre and sisters. While I’m home, I also want to see my best girl, Cupid, and see that’s she’s doing alright. I’ve been told we have a slew of new kittens, and I love nothing more than baby kittens. More than likely, my brother will bring my godson over and I’ll get to see him for a few hours. Hopefully we’ll get to sit out by our fire pit in the backyard and have a few brats with a margarita or two. Play with my dog. Take a walk through my pasture.
Try not to get eaten by wolves. Apparently there’s been an influx of them around the farm. I’ve already had a run-in with a black bear. I don’t need one with a Timberwolf now, do I?
This entry is going to be relatively short as well, but I do have my Fabulous Friday still waiting for you, and I’m about to share them with you in a few minutes. I wanted to give you a cue in as to my whereabouts over the next couple of days. I’ll be out-of-town, and usually when I go home-home, I don’t let myself go on the internet unless I absolutely have to. I don’t own one of those smart phone thingies, so I can’t find get the internet on my phone.
I know. I live quite an old-school life, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I liked growing up and living on a farm. I wish everyone had the same experience. They’d appreciate so much more about life. Personal opinion, but at least you’d learn the value of a hard day’s work.
“We should pass a new law.Nobody can get famous by just by sleeping with a celebrity and getting naked in a magazine. You can still be in Playboy, you just have to do something worthwhile beforehand. ‘I’ve developed a vaccine, and I’d like to show you my breasts.’ Go ahead, you’ve earned it.”
I like the way you think, Elayne Boosler, a women’s comedy pioneer.
I may end up famous, I may not. But there is one thing I don’t want people saying about me, and that it involves my work ethic. I don’t want them shaking their head at me, and saying they can’t take me seriously because I’m afraid to break a nail. So not true. My so-called manager tried making an excuse for me as to why I couldn’t help with moving dozens of chairs.
His reason? I’m wearing high heels.
Excuse me? I served an eight-course meal to a crowd of 16 wearing a skirt and high heels. I moved just as fast as everybody else in their black tennis shoes, including himself. So, I can’t move a chair because I’m wearing another pair of high heels. Are you freaking kidding me?
My new life philosophy is quickly turning into, “Everything you can do, I do so much better wearing high heels.”
Sure, my feet may ache by the end of the night, but I know I look killer and I did everything with my own flair. I wish I could say the same about everybody else there.
Without further adieu, here are my (slightly belated) Fabulous Friday inspirations!
Fabulous Tote:
Fabulous Summer Polish:
Fabulous Juicer Recipe: Find a few good ones here!
Fabulous Creativity:
Fabulous Dance Moves:
Fabulous Thoughts:
Fabulous Closing Statement:
Fabulous Friday Treat:
Fabulous Flair:
Fabulous Smile:
Fabulous Needs:
Fabulous Rant:
Fabulous Love Movie:
Continue to have a grand weekend, and I’ll be sure to fill you in on my mini road trip when I return to my keyboard.
Until then, keep smiling!
Drinks Make Any Rainy Day Bright
Day 2 of Spring Break is complete, and we’re well into Day 3, but I’m having too much fun to sit and write down every second of the day.
Currently, we’re making plans for today’s activities after a skip,jump,and a hop to breakfast. Delicious bacon and eggs on a bagel with a vanilla latte. I could get used to this sort of living…especially when it’s with my best friend 🙂
Yesterday was another late morning. No matter how hard I try to wake up on time, I just can’t do it. Wakened by the sound of knocking on my bedroom door, I was asked to watch the dog while my friend ran out to problem solve an issue for her fiance. Played with Dot, took a long shower, got myself beautiful because it was shopping day.
There was an awesome outlet mall about 30 minutes away, so we hit that up. First stop? Saks 5th Avenue.
It was a nice drive over where we talked about a handful of things. Serious topics, light-hearted topics, things I’m struggling with as a person (ahem, religion). It was nice to hear her encouragement, however, when I told her I was seriously following the Jedi Code. Its something hat gives me focus,and that’s all that counts.
I have fallen in love with Calvin Klein. I want to wear his brand to the Golden Globes. Seriously…just fabulous. I tried on a $500 dress. That was on 40% discount.
Holy Mother of…
I’m used to my most expensive dresses being around $200. And that’s because it’s a bridesmaid dress or a prom dress. Yeah…my faux Oscar gown? $39.99…and there are ink dots on the butt you only notice if I point them out to you.
Needless to say, I had a fun time being a hoity-toity lady trying on frock after frock with no intention of buying anything. Oh, how scandalous.
Next stop was the Disney store! There used to be one in my hometown mall, but it closed when I was still under the age of 15, so the only time I see Disney apparel is when I’m actually in Florida. So, believe me, I was excited. I managed to keep myself to buying only a Muppets water bottle, Tangled button pins, and a stuffed chameleon from Tangled.
We stopped at Coach to look around like high and mighty ladies again. Even with a 50% off discount, they were still $200 purses and bags. Ha, no thanks. But they were pretty to look at.
Ralph Lauren was a pretty neat store, too, although I am not a hipster by any mark of the imagination. I was waiting to stumble upon my Star Wars store, but alas. This mall did not play to geeks of all time. So, that’s why I went a little nuts in Disney.
I found the cutest pair of crown-shaped earrings, and they had to be mine. I was a princess a few years back, and once a princess, always a princess. Needless to say, crown objects instantly have a place in my heart.
After our shopping mall adventure, it was time for our nightly walk. We went a good 3 miles,and I got to see parts of the city I normally wouldn’t have if we drove everywhere. Once home, we made a homemade dinner of spaghetti and garlic bread. A glass of wine accompanied the meal, of course.
Lots of girl talk ensued during the meal, which is something I have missed terribly since she has moved. Girl talk has never been so good.
After that, we settled onto the couch to make plans for my last full day out here, and watch another marathon of Friends.
I also got a few things figured out for when I return home, so I can attend a wedding next weekend with a friend. A wedding! I love weddings! Drinks all around (and one good reason to wear a great dress and look great!)
We waited for her fiance to get back from his late-night class,and then we walked down the street to this great little ice cream store. Absolutely some of the best ice cream I have had in a long, long time. Even though the ice cream has been frozen for hour, the chocolate chips inside the cream stay soft and chewable. How do they do that? Absolutely creamy and delicious.
Once again, I’m having a hot flash. This seems to be a trend here.
“Are you sitting comfortably? Then get up. This is no time for sloth.”
Perfect words for any vacation, Maureen Lipman, the hardest act to follow in the latest 20th century.
We’re finishing up another exciting night here, so I’m going to end this one for now. I’ve moved on to drink #5 right now, so I’ll fill you in more manana!
Good night!
Mall March Madness
Spring fever has officially hit.
What did I do today? I bought yet another pair of work out pants. Another pair! That makes 3 new pairs to my wardrobe in the last 2 months. I’m determined to get into shape for my sister’s wedding. If I get the clothes to make me look good while working out, I’ll be more motivated to work out, right?
That’s what Cosmo tells me anyways. Look great while working out, look great with work out results. I’ve got music loaded onto my mp3 player. I’m ready to go. Yes, I do realize I just said mp3 player. I’m one of the small few still refusing to give in to the iPod. I’m amazed I’ve made it this far without the oldest of technology advancements.
Every year, the arrival spring makes me want to do a number of things:
– Rip off the long skirts, dress pants, jeans and leggings to unveil thirsty, pale skin to the warm sunshine (and let them gain their color back!)
– Roll around in the fresh, spring grass (when puddles no longer dot the ground.)
– Sit for hours by the lake and let the fresh breezes rustle up my hair
– Grab a book/magazine and sit outside in a light, long-sleeved shirt while drinking my morning cup of coffee
AND most significantly….
– Empty my wallet in freshening up my wardrobe, apartment, and overall lifestyle to match my resurgence of hope in life. Because that’s what spring does.
It also brings cute little kittens into the world that I simply can’t get enough of 🙂
What are the top things I’ll be looking to add to my life this month? March has entered in like a lion, and I have no doubt it’s going to continue to be a turbulent ride. I enjoy the dips, turns, and twists of any month, but March in especially. As we all know, March Madness is about to start, and I will proudly be wearing my Dianogas Jersey around the Academy, around my apartment, and generally out in public. What can I say? I support my favorite teams! Even if they were aboard the Death Star. (Honestly, I wanted the jersey to Chewbacca’s team, but the only size available was the XXL, and I already drown in the Small….so an XXL was out of the question.)
Another reason why shopping is on my mind? I’ll be traveling via airplane in less than 6 days. I am more than pumped. I’m ecstatic. I love air travel, I love airports, I love spending time in airports, I love the coffee shops and magazine stands in airports, I love checking in my bags, I love having a carry-on. I love everything about the entire experience of traveling by plane. I don’t do it often. I’ve been on a place probably seven times in my life. Each time I remember for different reasons,and each experience had its own energy and awesomeness attached.
My only experience with Los Angeles at this point in my life has been with LAX. I had an especially wonderful time in that airport that I’m still remembering 8 years later. So, what can I say? I love air travel. Maybe even the air travel sick bags. Empty is preferable.
The best part of the whole thing? My best friend is waiting for me at the other end. I miss her very much. We used to have Friday night dinner dates where we cooked together when she was still attending the Academy, too, and then when I got off work on Saturdays, it would be girls’ night with movies and drinks. We were pretty laid back, but we could get down and have a fabulous time when we wanted. it’ll be good to see her. I can’t wait.
So what sort of things am I looking forward to shopping for this marvelous month of March? Consider this your weekly dose of Scandalous Sundays (ooooh, I really like the sound of that. I think I may keep that name for our weekly event here at Modern Jedi.)
Let me share them with you here:
1.) Cameras and Camcorders
2.) China and Flatware
3.) Spring Clothing
4.) Air Conditioners
5.) Washer and Dryers
6.) Garden Supplies
7.) Outdoor Winter Sports Gear
8.) Luggage
The other thing I’m thinking about this month? The equinox.
I know that sounds very voo-doo-ish, but Spring is a magical time of year. Not only because it’s the month of the leprechaun, but because the forces of the world just come together in a certain way. You can feel it in the air. I can. Can you? Just pay attention to what happens inside of you the next time you hear an actual bird sing…not a crow, a seagull, a hawk, or anything like that. But an actual song bird. Pay attention. Something will stir inside of you. I promise.
One of my favorite moments of the weekend? Since I’ve turned into a Grey’s Anatomy junkie in the last couple of weeks, this moment has risen to the top of the charts. Thank you, Dr. Bailey for making my weekend complete!
Enjoy the weekend. What’s left of it, anyways. Make it good.
My Inner Solo
I have spring fever, baby.
I’m starting to feel the rumblings deep inside my core…I need to change. This change…what sort of change, you might ask. The need for more sunshine? That’s always a given. I’m addicted to having dark skin, but you should know, I refuse to sit in those death beds also known as tanning beds. Two words for their real name: Death. Beds.
Do I need to make a physical change? Like, lose more weight. I’m working on it. But now I’m at the point where I also need to tone up. A tiny waist and flappy arms isn’t going to be attractive to anyone. Not even myself. Do I need to wear less make-up? I’m excited for the hot temps that will push me more in the direction of au natural. How about my hair? Should I dye it? I know the sun will work its highlighting magic on my locks the instant it decides to stay out from behind those puffy white things called clouds, so I’m going to stay away from the hair dye for now. Besides, dark dark brown locks make me look more mysterious anyways.
“Look, it’s one of the great mysteries of the world. I think I’m vaguely blonde. To be perfectly frank, I don’t know.”
Those are the words of one of our world’s true leading ladies and Hollywood classics, Cate Blanchett. In case you haven’t figured it out, she’s talking about the natural hue of her hair. If you’re a huge geek like me, you will recognize her more fully as the Elven Queen Galadriel than anything else.
See? This is why when I do dye my hair, I stick to different shades of brown, and if I’m feeling really risky, I do red tints. Once, I was bold enough to do blonde highlights. They were cute for awhile….but then I and everyone else began to realize that blonde is not, and never will be, my color.
I do find it funny though. Someone with their own stylist has so recollection of her natural hair color. I guess losing yourself in the character is worth it. Another superficial reason I love being an actress. Changing your appearance/. Usually the changes are super simple, like adding a headband, but its enough to make the world of difference.
Am I feeling restless? Oh yeah.
‘Adventure. Excitement. A Jedi craves not these things.‘ Oh, the wise words of the Jedi Master Yoda.
Yet, I hate to admit it, but I do crave these things. I’m sorry…sitting in a classroom for 4 hours a day where all they do is lecture at you is not my idea of excitement. Even the younglings in a galaxy far, far away get to train with low-intensity beamed lightsabers. Why can’t I do that while also listening to my professor talk about how to design the set of a stage full of metaphors and juxtapositions?
I also crave adventure. Probably one fo the main reasons I like walking around alone by myself. You never know what mischief you can get into that way. It always invited trouble in. Want to know a secret? When I’m out walking alone in the park, or through the mall, or at the bar waiting for friends to arrive? I always imagine myself as the female version of Han Solo. Seriously, he is one badass smuggler. I wouldn’t mess with him. Underneath that gruff, there’s a genuine heart of gold. Of course, you don’t tell anyone that, but try channeling his energy just once. You’ll feel the difference in yourself.
Or you’ll feel incredibly foolish.
Another girl who doesn’t wear her natural hair color, and she stands out for it? Emma Stone. She is not naturally a redhead. I believe she is a blonde, actually. Maybe a brunette. Either way, it wasn’t doing it for her. She dyed her hair red and voila! The calls and offers started rolling in. I guess it’s better to be a funny red-headed girl than a blonde one. Who knows? Hollywood can be ass backwards sometimes.
How’s everybody’s Friday going so far? Mine has been pretty laid back, but okay. Actually, I take that back. I woke up with pure anxiety running through my veins. No, I wasn’t on a drug, but it should be called that. Everybody would be getting high off anxiety. It’s got a ring to it.
Anyways, receiving a text at 2 in the morning alerting me that people from work are being let go doesn’t do anything healthy for my psychological state of being. My mind has a mind of its own. Find that confusing? My heart will race on its own, my blood will be doing its own thing, and my mind will be 40 countries to the left. Sometimes, my body doesn’t feel like its my own. Well, now I just feel psychotic, so I’ll stop mentioning it.
But remember, its Friday night, and I never want my Friday nights to be anything but Fabulous. You got it, it’s time for Fabulous Friday. Here are the things making my life a little more fabulous a moment at a time:
Favorite Quote: “Whenever I’m depressed, I like to cut myself… a nice, big piece of cake.”
Favorite Pup:
Favorite Star Wars / Pixar Moment:
Favorite Snack:
Favorite Grey’s Anatomy Moment: I am in love with Cristina Yang, and here are a few of her gut-busting moments.
Favorite Decor Idea:
Favorite Smile:
Favorite Josh Groban Twitter Post: After watching, you’ll want to add it your bucket list!
I’ve never told you that little secret, either. I’m a total Grobanite. Why we are the things we are, I’ll never understand. I just like rolling with the punches.
But seriously! Have you heard that deep tenor voice?
Absolutely magical.
The Missing Half
Who knew shopping could make me feel good about my day?
Oh my gawd…I’m turning into one of those people. Those people who hide behind their problems by spending their money on other things, filler things, things that make them feel better in the moment but really only makes them confident for about 3 minutes.
I’m not saying I have problems. Oh, I do, but nothing to be overly worried about at the moment. I was given a blessing in disguise by not having to be at work or the Academy yesterday. The Force knew I was near a mental collapse. So, it granted me a brief reprieve, and I am thankful for it.
My stomach is incredibly mad at me right now. I devoured a delicious dinner (courtesy of both mine and my sister’s efforts) of breaded chicken, Caesar salad, and raw fried potatoes. I didn’t just eat two helpings…I ate three. THREE! No wonder my stomach feels like its going to burst. How my waist measurements keep shrinking, I’m not sure. Maybe I have a tape worm. But seriously, I ate so much. What a glutton, and its the season of Lent above all things.
Once I got done with classes at the Academy, I took the afternoon to go for a walk. It’s a strange sensation to go walking by a lake right after a massive blizzard and hear the waves crash against the rocks and shoreline. Not a patch of ice anywhere to be seen. On the sidewalk, maybe, but not on the water. I would have enjoyed more time at the lake, but there were two men following me indirectly, and they looked rather shady. Shady in the sense of they were either going to team up and kidnap me, or try to sell me drugs. Something like that.
Sorry. It’s not my thing. Drugs, I mean.
Anyways, I know shopping is not the answer to anything. It’s an addiction shopping. What I want to know is how did I become such a clothes whore? I was a total tomboy growing up. Always running in the mud, wading into the creeks behind our house, camping out in the cow pasture, driving the tractor right alongside my dad and brother, leading a 2,000 pound steers around on a small, thin rope halter *for fun*.
Did you hear that? FOR FUN.
Clothes may not fit after a while. That’s why you don’t splurge on clothes unless you’ve dropped 50 pounds unexpectedly. I dropped 30 in a year without trying. Seriously, I think I have a tape worm.
This is why I splurge on books and jewelry. I have a weakness for earrings. The only criteria I have when it comes down to it…it must be dangly, it must be unique, it must be funky or classy. It could be both. I wouldn’t be opposed, but really, nothing beats a pair of diamond earrings…or pearls. It’s either my personal style, or I’m honing my inner Audrey Hepburn.
This is probably one of my main issues to work on while pursuing the Jedi Code. To want is not needed. I should never ‘want’ anything. I should need the things in which to survive. Yes, that includes clothing, but not the packed closest I wake up to every morning. No girl needs to own 12 pairs of jeans, and really, only wear 3 of them. I have two mini suitcases filled with earrings. I have three stacks of fitted t-shirts. I have a stack of dress pants. I have a clothing rod stocked from end to end with hanging clothes. It’s insane.
I may be a cliché woman after all.
I don’t apologize for it. I pride myself in looking good. I once read a quote that said a girl should never wear sweats outside her house because she never knows when she could run into the love of her life or the potential employer who can change her career. I’ve held that piece of advice close to my chest since the moment I read it.
It’s true. Do I want my futures husband to see me dressed as a slob? Even if my hair is done and sunglasses perched on my nose? (The only acceptable way to wear sweats in public, mind you.) Then again, if he is meant to be the love of my life, he won’t mind the booty hugging black sweatpants I’m wearing, probably with the word ‘Pink’ printed across my backside.
“I’m not looking for much [in a guy], I just want a really nice guy who had, you know, a job…and the missing half of this golden amulet.”
I, too, have half a golden amulet, Maria Bamford, the great comedic talent.
That’s every girls fantasy, isn’t it? Her prince in shining armor will come in, and unite his heart with her’s. Of course, after fighting off an entire advancing army single-handedly or slaying a gigantic dragon.
Or, he will possess the key to unlock the belt to my metal chastity belt.
Men are a mysterious beast to me. I don’t think I will ever fully understand them, but the same could be said about me. No one is going to ever fully understand me, let alone females for that matter. I’m okay on my own for now. It’s interesting, really. New Guy actually talked to me at length today, through text messages and IM’ing, and even though we both came to the conclusion that we are, indeed, giving our relationship another go. Given how much we actually talk to each other, though? I don’t believe it. I don’t consider us in a relationship. Even saying it, I’m okay with the answer.
Did more wedding planning and suggesting with my sister this evening. It’s amazing how much of her style I actually do recognize. I need to stop doubting myself. I know more than I let myself believe I do.
This may have been another rambling text, but yet again, I’m waiting for inspiration to hit with my current writing project…a screenplay several weeks in the works. So, here’s to clearing my head and a warning to myself “in writing” to watch my shopping habits. Especially with The Hunger Games so close to being in theaters….lots of fan items to be owned there, including jewelry 🙂
Welcome to March, everyone!
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