In Which I Take A Personal Snow Day And Eat Applesauce.

I have been rolling and rambling and letting the birds seek shelter on my window ledge.

Chicago was pretty and nice (nice modifying the fact that I got to see my boyfriend and not the weather). It was warm Saturday, which made the grad thing more bearable, but the rain and shitty folding chairs made me into an old lady. By the end of the very enightening two hours, my back was giving me all kinds of middle finger messages. So we left and decided to go to the movies. Given my angry-ass back, I readily welcomed this change of pace. Turns out, if your back is a hateful bitch, two and a half hours in basically a squishy folding chair, this is not the answer. But all the crying I did at the end of the movie helped mask the pain (daaaaamn, Harry Potter, your Deathly Hallows are depressing!). Sunday, I drank wine and napped until it was time for me to go. Then I tacked two hours of travel time onto an already five hour trip. My ETA to come home was 11:20. My actual arrival came at 1:15, 1:30 or so. Got home at two, tried to sleep, didn't sleep until 3:30 and woke up at 6:30 to try and get myself together for work.

My prayers for a snow day went unanswered, so I tried to trek my way across the universe, er, city. An hour's worth of travel got me a mile, maybe two from home. Literally, by the time I would have made it to work, it would have been time for me to get back in the car and come home. Everyone seems to live a lot closer to the school than I do, so I let today be their problem. I don't feel very guilty about it. Death is not on my list o things to do today.

So...ummm...my friend Heather, who I may or may not have discussed with you (I have, but in case you need a refresher, Heather is one of my good friends from high school. My current boyfriend is her ex), oficially got engaged this weekend. Platinum band, black diamond stone. To say that I'm jealous would be an understatement. However, I am not the hateful kind of jealous, but rather the "waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah when's it going to be myyyyyyyyyyyyy tuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrn?" jealous. I am legitimately happy for her. Her finace is a great guy, and I want those two crazy kids to make it.

This is all an exercise in learning patience. It was five years for Heather and Chris, its been two years for me, I can cool my jets.

Let the record also show that I am becoming more aware of what kind of theatrics go into planning, performing in, and executing a wedding. Throwing in my current boyfriend/her ex that she's barely on civil terms with only spices things up.

Especially if you consider that I am going to be a bridesmaid.

I have no idea what I'm supposed to do with this. To be honest, I haven't told Matt yet. How do you bring that up? "Oh hey, btw your ex and my friend is getting married and I'm going to be a briedsmaid and you may or may not be invited."

Okay, it seems so much simpler when I just type it out in front of me, but I'm not out to hurt anyone or cause drama. I just want to support my friend and drink free booze and dance with the man I love. What's so bad about that? What's so funny about peace, love, and understanding?

And holy fuck being friends with the bride is expensive: bridesmaid dress, shoes, hair/makeup, engagement present, wedding present, bachelorette party...and those are the the ones I know for sure.

Let the wedding fever begin! Pink sapphire away!