nonsensical.

So.  What now?

I’ve spent the last week seething with loathing for my boss.  I’m not even PMSing.  I just genuinely hate the broad.  It’s so hard to get out of bed when I know I’ll see her if I go to work.  She hasn’t even been more of a bitch or anything.  I think it’s just that I know I won’t have to deal with her in a few months and I want that time to be NOW.  You know?  It’s like when you’re useless a few days before vacation because in your head you’re already there.

Today I set a date to talk with the aunt about my summer planning weddings for her.  Mmmmm organizing my life.  This weekend, however, is my course to become a licensed wedding coordinator.  Squee!  22 hours compressed into two days of organizing and history and wedding info!  I’m so super stoked I can’t even express myself.  AND discussing my job this summer is exciting.  AND hopefully I’m persuasive enough to make it full time.  AND get the monies I want.  THAT would be perfect.  Melt.

I haven’t lost any weight.  It seems you DO in fact have to get off your ass to lose some poundage.  WELL… this summer maybe I’ll make a habit out of running around the Farm.  They have a shower and all that, too.  Yes.  This summer I will be svelte.  Ew, I don’t like that word.  Let’s say willowy.  Hahaha, not really.  I’m too short to be willowy.  Um.  Slim.  Tight.  In shape.  You get it.

What else?  Oh yes.  Tonight we’re heading to the parents to talk about monies.  Yaaaaaay?  I hate money talks.  I also hate that Keith isn’t asking his mom for money and she hasn’t offered any yet.  He got all awkward face I don’t wanna last night when I brought it up.  He says, "It’s forever away!  I’m not asking her for at least 12 months."  And I’m like WHAT?!  We have to pay the first deposit THIS WEEK.  In 12 months everything will be paid for!  "Good!"  Then he got the smile on his face like hahaha I said good without thinking, but I feel like I’ve won.  And I was like Awwwww you’re so freakin cute.  Goddammit!!!!

So I’m going to have to be even more creative than I originally intended.  Luckily by working at the venue this summer, I have the opportunity to convince them to purchase items I would otherwise have to rent.  Questionnable business practice?  Bite me.  Renting chairs is expensive and I have to do it.  Barf.

I just realized I likely won’t be allowed to wear a watch to my wedding.  But… keeping track of time…  God I’m uptight.  Listen to me.  Hahaha!

It seems my dress has dyed my armpits purple.  That’s funny.