Okay, so this has basically been the strangest/oddly hardest thing I've ever done.
The last thing anyone thought I would do. Aside from spawn. No worries, folks. My uterus has no plans of serving any purpose in the near future.
All I seem to get is faux excitement from most people. Which is fine. Believe me, when I start talking about centerpieces, I want your eyes to glaze over. Please, everyone, make sure I'm not one of those women. I still will never be able to care about the difference between a princess or an asscher-cut diamond. I could give two shits about whether ivory or champagne is the right color for a veil.
To anyone that was genuinely hurt or bothered by the fact you found out on Facebook - I'm sorry, I really am, but I wasn't going to call everyone in my phone and gush about my impending nuptials. I know I should have contacted some of you, but I really don't know how to handle all this stuff and I don't want this to be the focus of my personality for the next 6 months. It's hard enough dealing with my mother's reluctance. Yes, I am young. No one is more aware of this fact than I am. But I met someone that I know I want to hang out with forever. What's the point of waiting when I'm more sure about this than I've ever been about everything in my life?
Okay, /wedding-related rant. Upward and onward to bigger things.
HAVE YOU HEARD THE NEW JUNIOR BOYS? Um, crap. It's awesome. They're playing at the middle east in may, so I finally found some use for my Ticketmaster giftcards. If you're not familiar, let this blow your mind:
I just found out IAMX is releasing a new album in may as well. My heart bursts.
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