December is here and Christmas is coming. The goose is getting fat. So how long HAS it been? There's no telling, but I know we have a lot of catching up to do.
The Big Day
I don't like to tell stories in any normal, linear order; too modernist...too progressive. So here goes the backwards way.
I say, "So how is life, Mark?" (I'm at Ford...just try to imagine how desparate for cash I must be)
Mark responds, "Oh it isn't so bad. School isn't that interesting but I like being there...I would ask you the same thing but I already know the answer--sparkle sparkle."
First of all: yes, this is why I love Mark the most of all. Secondly, yes, he is referring to my engagement ring. Holy crow--I'm getting married!
Did You Say you Were at Ford??
I did and I was. So I shall be on Friday. Wish me luck. I need all the help I can get.
Thesis Madness
I explained my thesis to Shane on Friday night and he looked at me like, "Well, yeah..." Four months in the making and that's all I get. More to come. Don't forget, if you can make it I have my thesis presentation in March. I think it might kill me...all those people...all those eyes.
A Game Involving Balls
Rory is a terrible person. He told me to be nice to his girlfriend, then got mad when I didn't hate her. He also introduced me to "A game involving balls". I'm addicted. I'm so screwed for the rest of my life because he can get like a million bigillion points and I am always poo. It totally sucks.
The Paletta
Sorry to say it, but the one place that I really want to have my wedding allows me to have almost no guests. IE I have to invite the family first, and they take up more than 95% of the seats. I yi yi. On to plan number 27. Let me know if you want to see my dress choices. Then you can all beat up Jean for being difficult and disliking the colour. Jerkstore.
You and I got something but it's all and then it's nothing to me YEA...yea.
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