.......I'm getting married today.

Holy shit, I'm get married today.

I don't know whether to be excited or terrified.

I have fifteen days left until I get married.



I wonder if this is what cold feet is.

State Board Theory?

PASSED.

With a ninety-freaking-one to boot. This is cause for celebration. Or sleep, either one's good.

One half down, one massively bad-timed half to go.

So, uh, hey.

( Guess what I did today? )

ahhhhhh acid green LJ burns.

Anyway. Took a break from steamfashion to, y'know, study for that state theory test I have on Monday. Go figure, right?

Was also reminded that I kind of haven't actually looked at my theory notes since the beginning of June. Ohgod my brain I am so very boned. I got through .....I was about to a say a fair chunk and that's totally lying. Six sections out of twenty-six, and while three of them were short and pointless, hairstyling AND haircoloring were a hundred questions apiece, so I feel completely justified in stopping. (Shampooing also came in at a respectable 60. Justified, I tell you.) (And yes, they did manage to come up with sixty seperate questions about washing your hair. No, I couldn't tell you why either.)

But, uh, yeah. I studied a little bit while the Boy was here, and I'm not done yet, but first impressions = totally screwed.

I did, however, manage to mail out invitations AND get a hair appointment for the wedding without anyone dying, so there's a perk. Also, and this is the big also.

I HAS A DRESS.

And it is kick your ass gorgeous. (If I do say so myself.) annnnnd of course I can't find my camera card to show it off. asdfglk; gah. (Note to self: we should find that before honeymoon.) You may take my word for it. Gorgeous in ass-kicking degrees.

....I should go back to studying now.

I'm not going to, but I should. ow my brain goddammit.

It has apparently been....um, nine weeks since last I posted here.

Um.

So.

Hi.

Not dead, really. I blame Facebook. The Boy got one from his sister-in-law, so I got one from him, and then it just kind of spread like venereal disease. And that's just kind of eaten part of my soul, so, there's that.

I'M GETTING MARRIED IN 31 DAYS HOLY SHIT. There's that, too. The Boy was here over the weekend and we went and got an honest-to-god marriage license and everything. (They ask you your parents' occupations and locations, I don't even know why.) And we walked out of the City Courthouse building and kind of looked at each other and went, '....we are getting married soon, how 'bout that shit?'

.....when I started this LJ I was not ever even thinking about marriage. What the hell, life.

Um, I graduated in June, which thank god, and have actually done very little related to hair since. Maybe half a dozen haircuts, all of them family members. When I finally apply to a real salon I am so fucked.

OH and for those of you non-Facebook'd (which is not a website but crack in the form of combined LJ/Twitter), I may have to take my state board license test? TWO DAYS AFTER MY WEDDING. And the day before we leave on the honeymoon. I do wish I was kidding.

So. How 'bout those (inserts sports team here)?

06:15 Boy on days = great. Me being awake when the boy leaves for days = not so much. #

22:22 days of fidgety overthinking are not good days. :/ #

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20:57 So now I should feel either accomplished or slightly jack-ass-ish....maybe both. #

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20:28 I hate to admit it, but for all of his faults? My brother is damned good at his job. #

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One.

Just one summer with no rampant zombie attacks. That's all I ask, really. Is that so difficult?

But noooo. Apparently it's zombie season. Again. Jesus. They even got to The Boy, if the mono-syllabic noises he's making over the phone are any indication. So now I have a zombie fiance, zombies at the pool, and NO ZOMBIE-FREE SUMMER. AGAIN.

No, instead we get to barricade the house, take turns at the window, and pick off the undead one at a friggin' time while we wait for help. This bites. (No zombie pun intended)

And the irony in all this?

I just finished Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. At least I'm prepared, I suppose.



My turn at the window. I need a shotgun and a drink.

22:07 Dear Pittsburgh -- I don't actually care. Please stop honking. My brain hurts enough *without* the drunken morons. Love, me. #

22:08 (I will be glad to not live in a sports town at some point in my life.) #

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22:20 OMG competition. 2600 cosmotology students in one building for 36 hours. I = zombie girl. #

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19:34 I got to buy YARN today. :DDD Now to spend the next four hours balling it. #

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22:43 I said it on FB, I'll say it here -- There is nothing in this world about being a good person that cannot be learned from Sesame Street. #

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11:38 And lo, Facebook starts consuming my Twitter. Cannibal Internet! #

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17:51 ....so I have a Facebook now, how 'bout that. o_O #

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21:04 i didn't give him crap when his head hurt, the least he could do is not give me crap when my bones hurt. /boyrant #

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11:07 If my brother and his girlfriend do not leave the house in very short order, I may be forced to kill them. #

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....okay, I feel a little better now. The fact that my brother and his girlfriend have actually left the house may or may not factor into that.

It's kind of nice to be reminded that people are the same everywhere. No matter where you go, someone is willing to dance badly and laugh at themselves.

Peoples is peoples.