Current mood:	confused
Current music:	Portal - Still Alive

aRe YOu stILL tHEre?
I have been enjoying life, enjoying things like getting to read books for fun, and having the laundry done on time.  I've been ironing, lately, which somehow makes me feel secure in my femininity.  I will never be the happy hostess type, but I like having the house clean and I like baking ridiculous cookies and I like doing laundry and making sure all of the shirts face the same way on the hangers.  I like that.  And that's okay.

My head's just a little jumbled, right now.  There's a lot of stuff going on in all of the public spheres of my life, and probably a whole lot more going on in the private ones.

I think my Adolescent Lit. class is doing things to my brain.  Reading two teen novels a week is awesome... but it's also bringing back those latent teenybopper tendencies that make me download Justin Timberlake and Avril Lavigne. 
 
I can't quite remember what I set out to write about, when I started this post, but... oh well.

Married in 22 days, 2 hours and 51 minutes.

Someone at work asked me on Tuesday if I am a "bridezilla," yet, and I said "Yes.  Yes, I am."
Not because "my day" has to be perfect, but because I'm finding the general populace to be entirely clueless, and it's very frustrating. I have tried to keep everyone informed as well as possible -- I have dates and times and phone numbers posted on the wedding website, and yet I'm hearing things like:
"Where am I staying?" (Uhh... I don't know, a hotel?)
"Can you book the room for me?" (...No.  You're all grown-up, now, YOU do it.)
"Can't YOU just call them?" (YOU wanted to invite them.  YOU call them.)

Things keeping me sane: Husband.  Cake.  Honeymoon.

Anything is possible with me if cake is waiting as a reward.

(And no, the cake is not a lie!)