Lists. Lyrics.

I got up early this morning to finish my thematic lists for my feminist class.

Advice: Never take a feminist class when you are engaged. It will anger you. 

Disclaimer: I did not know it was a feminist class when I enrolled, because everyone told me it would change after the first two weeks.

To rid myself of such drama feminization, I started to edit our wedding playlist. The one for our wedding reception, that is. And I have forgotten about so many songs. Like this one:

Oh, I swear, I know I believe it

I can't stop hearing all this singing

My soul has never had this feeling, it feels like gold

You got so much love in you. I'm amazed that I'm talking to you

You look like the songs I've heard my whole life coming true.

Oh, and somehow I had never heard this song. But Andrew exposed it to me last week:

Good day, Sunshine. 

I need to laugh and when the sun is out, I've got something to laugh about.

I feel good in a special way. I'm in love and it's a sunny day.

Good day, Sunshine.

We take a way, the sun is shining down. Burns my feet as they touch the ground.

:)

So Dreamy

Reasons I want Andrew to come home from work.

1. I love-a him. A lot.

2. I miss him. A lot A lot.

3. I do not like to be home alone

4. I want to cuddle

5. I like everything better when he is around.

6. I could not decide which blog to write this on

7. I put pictures up on Facebook while deciding

8. I don't like putting lots of pictures of Andrew and I on FB (except the 75 that already exist) because I feel like I am bragging. I promise I am not.

9. My eye itches

10. I am cold

11. My nose is cold

12. I want to talk about George Harrison and why there was so much online about him today

13. I want to do my art project for our apartment and I want him to be there when I do it.

14. I love him.

15. I miss him.

16. I have to leave him for 2 weeks 5 days next Saturday.

17. I am lonely when I have down time and he is not around because I feel incomplete and distracted

18. I don't have to wait much longer anymore because he is on his way home.

If you want to vomit in your mouth a little after seeing such an overflow of emotion, I will not judge you. And I doubt love-of-my-life-Andrew would, either.

Extra Blog

I'm still keeping this blog, but I started another one today that I can use for my writing resumes (because they ALWAYS ask for a blog link and I don't want to give them this one). It'll probably be mostly fictional stories as well as some creative nonfiction. I only have one entry on it as of an hour ago so we'll see how it develops. SO if you want, look at it here. And in this new one you can actually make comments and I have an upfront way to follow it, unlike this one where it takes people forever to figure it out. Cause I am just so sneaky.

P.S. Still tired... but still sos o happy...

Time

I always think I have all the time in the world and then it sloooowly all goes away before I get everything done. Then, when I plan on getting up early, I sleep instead. I never get enough sleep and I want it all the time.

Good thing school is almost over.

Have to admit, I'm a little worried though.

Smashed Finger

This weekend our parents both came and they get along so well. It's so nice.

And my parents love love Andrew. I knew they would.

Also I got my amazing, lacey, vintagey wedding dress. NBD.

And Andrew got a brown vest.

Today, Andrew rolled the window on my finger and it HURT. 

My nail is purple. Good thing the boy is cute or he would be so busted.

Especially since we have engagements soon and it's my left middle finger.

This picture is for revenge cause he HATES it:

 

The Downer of Being in Love

I hate it every night when Andrew leaves.

Hate it Hate it Hate it Hate it Hate Hate it.

Maybe that sounds childish. But really. I hate it. And when he leaves, I pout. I don't mean to. It just happens. And then I keep pouting until he is out the door. And then for a few more minutes until he sends me a text message. It is a sad experience we replay every night starting at 11:45 or 11:50 and ending at about 12:15 or 12:25. It's a cycle that will never end- except for when he's in Europe and I'm in Missouri- until 88 days from now and then it will never happen again. At least not in the exact same way.

A Little Love and a Little Quote

  

"That was the thing. You just never knew. Forever was so many different things. It was always changing, it was what everything was really about. It was twenty minutes, or a hundred years, or just this instant, or any instant I wished would last and last. But there was one truth about forever that really mattered, and that was this: it was happening. Right then.. and every moment afterwards. Look, there. Now. Now. Now. 

-The Truth About Forever

Cause you only live once.