I'm just going to do a random conglomeration of what's happening in life lately because I've tried to write like, three different posts but I'm just struggling today. I can't even blame the delicious margarita I had last night because it's not like I'm hungover. Speaking of that margarita, I feel like I'm maybe sort of getting the hang of taking artsy pictures? Probably not since I just accidentally spelled artsy, "artzy." Yeah no, I'm definitely not getting the hang of being artsy or artzy. I need to remember that it's cool to leave like half of your food or whatever out of the frame, because negative space. I guess I just don't like negative space. This is going nowhere. Are you bored yet? I'm not. I could do this all day. ALL. DAY. Ok not really because I have other things to do but you get the picture. Speaking of pictures...
So, let's see, what's been going on with me? OH. I'm in a wedding at the end of the month and I'm actually pretty nervous about it. It's outside (I think, maybe I'm wrong?) and the bride is being really considerate and wants us to wear wedges for the ceremony so our heels don't get stuck in the lawn. While this is so nice of her, I'm actually really horrible at walking in wedges. They feel super clunky and I fall a lot. Like a couple of weeks ago I wore wedges to work and I fell two different times. One time I fell when I was just standing up. I wasn't even walking. I mean what? How does that even happen? So I'm just really hoping that I don't ruin the whole wedding by falling over. Pray for me. Also I had to measure myself for the bridesmaid dress and that was just depressing and the opposite of fun. Moving on...
Speaking of moving, Jacey is moving across the country for the summer, and it's kind of bittersweet. I've always wanted to live alone so that will be really fun, but it will be weird not to have our girl nights and not to have somebody to go to Target and get toilet paper when I've forgotten to do that, or to have a margarita waiting for me when I get home from work, or another closet from which to steal borrow clothes. But I'll survive, somehow. Probably. Also I'll probably have Lord of the Rings and Harry Potter marathons a lot.
Long distance dating kind of blows chunks. The last time Keith and I dated it was long distance, but I think I mentally blocked out just how much it sucked. We're currently in the middle of a three week stretch between visits, and it's HARD. And I know I know I know, it could be worse. We could live across the country from each other, or have to go 6 months without seeing each other, or whatever. But guess what? It could also be better - we could live in the same zip code, at least. Just because it's not as bad as it could be doesn't mean it doesn't suck. Have any of you ever done long distance dating? Do you have any tricks to make the time go by more quickly? Can we please stop inventing snuggies and sock buns and start working on telebortation or floo powder, please?
Well shoot, this whole post was just one long complaint and that wasn't my intent. But sometimes you just need to get stuff off your chest because if you don't you get emotionally constipated and that's one of the worst things ever, or at least that's what my therapist told me five years ago. I'll leave you with a cute story involving a child from last week. She's 5 or 6, and I was wearing ring on my ring finger, and she looked at it and the following conversation was had:
Girl: Is that your wedding ring?
Girl: Oh. Are you married? Me: Not yet.
Girl: How old are you? Me: Twenty-five.
Girl: WHAT? And you're not married? Me: Nope.
Girl: It's illegal to not be married when you're twenty-five.
Me: Aw, thanks for determining my self-worth by my relationship status.