Murmurings

"Hushed" for Good

mmorale2@mail.usf.edu — Wed, 23 Apr 2008 00:29:42 GMT

Well, this probably is not of great interest to anyone, but I thought I should say that I'll no longer be posting to this journal on a regular basis.

I've started a new personal journal -- drop a message if you'd like the username -- and will be keeping this journal for the various wedding communities I've joined.

Dinner Parties and Curtains

mmorale2@mail.usf.edu — Thu, 03 Apr 2008 14:54:45 GMT

So I've been spending a lot of time thinking about that other life, this week.
You know, the one on Bayshore with lots of pretty textiles and beautiful colors and dinner parties?
I think part of it is just dealing with end of semester stress, and part of it is some kind of post-wedding depression. Without the wedding to plan, I don't have anything else to occupy my thoughts except the rest of my life -- which is way too big and doesn't really lend itself to saving inspiration photos and making spreadsheets. Planning a "hey we won the lottery" dream house is a happy passtime for now.
(As an aside, I had a dream the other day about serving some slices of our wedding cake to Anthony Bourdain. He liked it.)

We went to Ikea last weekend and bought a crapload of new furniture that I absolutely love. It helps the apartment feel so... so full, and so real, and so ours instead of his and hers. (The apartment has been "ours" for a long time, but I hadn't been able to shake the feeling that it was someone else's apartment and I was just existing there. I think I was harbouring residual anger over two or three pictures being put up without my input.) So now the apartment is feeling more and more like home, and my color ideas are starting to exist in a more concrete sense -- a lot more blue than green, as it turns out, but that's mostly because we haven't painted any walls and that's where a lot of the color would be.
The upstairs reading room is finished, pending a rug, and we have quickly created and completed a dining area. It seats four, so we can actually invite people over to eat and play board games now, instead of having everyone plopped on the floor. Not that there's anything wrong with being plopped on the floor, but it isn't entirely friendly on one's knees.
The living room is going to be our next project -- we are hoping to get the couches re-upholstered, though I keep changing my mind every 5 minutes about what I want them to look like, and Vince says he won't know until he sees some samples.

And some day, we will have curtains.

Just Roll With It!

mmorale2@mail.usf.edu — Fri, 28 Mar 2008 16:29:40 GMT

Well, it has been two weeks, and I have yet to write about the wedding.
It just feels silly to try and do it without the pro pics, so I think I will wait until we get those in to do a blow by blow account.

I will say that it was wonderful to have our closest friends and family there to celebrate with us. With only 45 guests, there was this wonderful tiny atmosphere to the whole day that just made me very happy. I'm glad I didn't invite several hundred people. It was great to look out over the crowd during the ceremony and have people smiling and winking and all thumbs up. For the most part, the day was relaxed and we took Natalie's advice to "just roll with it" whenever things seemed off.

I will also say that I love my dress. I love that everyone else loved it, and I'm thinking I'm going to try and lose a little weight in time for the first anniversary to get some "trash the dress" pictures done before I box it up for good (or possibly donate it - haven't decided yet.)

Also, I loved the food and how well everything turned out. I now have a signed marriage license and I ate some cake -- my two main goals for the day.

I love that there were a lot of laughs all day. Before the ceremony, Toivo came up to visit us, and when I saw the Finnish flag on his lapel I said "FINLAND REPRESENT!" which was apparently hilarious. It was later decided that he was the ambassador from Finland for our wedding, which gives the whole thing a certain level of class that wouldn't have been achieved without any ambassadors. (I also got to tell about how the first time I met Toivo -- Vince's roommate before I turned up -- he was in Ren Fest garb and I was in a nightshirt and my underwear. Good times.) During The Kiss, an entire sports team of some kind clapped and cheered for us, which gave it a wonderful surreal quality. I waved at them. There were lots of other laughs during the day, and I'm just really grateful that everything was so... so happy.

I loved the people we surrounded ourselves with that day, guests aside. The vendors were all great, and I felt like I was among friends with them. Allison, her entire family, Lauren, Justin, Russ and Amanda are all some of my favorite people on the entire planet, and it is just so great to have people you feel comfortable with hanging out with you before a big event like a wedding.

And now to the land of backstory!
At the H-M wedding in New Orleans in Feb. 2006, I was the “5th Beatle.”

When one of Amanda’s four bridesmaids was late for the rehearsal, I stepped in to fill in the gap for placement. On the day of, I hung out with Amanda, the bridesmaids and the moms while everyone got ready. I found myself helping zip up dresses, putting jewelry on people, putting jewelry on people only to have it break, then fixing it and putting it on again, and – most memorably – wrapping bridesmaids bouquets in miles of brown ribbon (see picture). As the best man’s significant other, I was in a strange territory between “regular guest” and “bridal party,” which meant I was an extra pair of hands behind the scenes to help out. It was awesome, and I loved it. As a result, I think I also still have a pending invitation to visit Justin’s mom in Alabama.
So the point of me telling you all that is to then tell you this:
At the M-H wedding in Tampa in March 2008, Amanda was the “bridal vengeance.” I’m not entirely sure what she was avenging, but since I only had two bridesmaids, she couldn’t really be a “5th Beatle.” When I suddenly realized I didn’t have anyone to take care of a million last minute details, Amanda grabbed her cell phone and the phone list and took off her heels to run around and get stuff done. She helped pin corsages and boutonnieres on assorted bridal party members, and when there was in fact only one groomsman bout, she used her mad skills to split it into two. She set up the candles for us and coordinated the DJ and the officiant and made sure people had appropriate room keys and all sorts of things. She also attempted to lure Miguel in the elevator during the ceremony, which was a highly appreciated effort. So – thank you, Amanda!
It seems like the 5th Beatle/Bridal Vengeance position is a good tradition to pass on, but Amanda and I make a closed circuit as the spouses of the best men at each other’s weddings. I’m not sure who would get it next but… anyway, it was awesome.

Last but not least, I love that I am married. I love Vince, and I love that our rings are now dinged up enough to be a part of our normal, every day life. People keep asking me: "So, how's married life?" And really, it's no different than it was before, except now we've made the formal promise in front of several dozen people to stick it out through thick and thin. The card from Allison's parents read: "May you spend many years working things out because you love each other," and I think that is the phrase that describes marriage best. I love that this is the guy I get to hang out with for the rest of my life.

mmorale2@mail.usf.edu — Thu, 20 Mar 2008 13:45:19 GMT

Happy first day of spring!

I will be writing about the wedding this weekend, but for now... back to classwork that completely fails to stimulate my mind!

Update!

mmorale2@mail.usf.edu — Tue, 11 Mar 2008 00:16:45 GMT

Well, I e-mailed my dad asking why the aisle thing was a problem and he wrote back that I didn't need to worry, and that he'd do whatever I wanted him to do for my wedding to "be like I'd dreamed."

So... crisis averted!

Hooray!

(But I still have "DRINK" on my checklist of things to do at the rehearsal dinner.) :)

ONE WEEK LEFT!

mmorale2@mail.usf.edu — Fri, 07 Mar 2008 18:08:50 GMT

Wahoo wahoo!
Only one week left until the wedding and I am SO EXCITED.
I also feel entirely overwhelmed by this whole thing, but as we mentioned to Vince's parents a few days ago:
I am nervous about the "wedding" part, not about the "marriage" part.
I have started to have nightmares about things like:
-ending up in the wrong dress before the wedding
-having a different wedding scheduled in our spot
-fist fights breaking out among guests
-taking a big red London bus to the ceremony... and having to ride on the top.
and perhaps worst of all
-being somehow unable to serve the cake at the reception. (::dramatic music:: "NOOOOOOOOOOOO!")

Vince's parents and Allie and her mom will be here on Wednesday,
and pretty much everyone else will be arriving at various times on Thursday. I can't wait to see everyone! Although, as I was telling Lauren, I think my head is going to explode from seeing everyone in the same room together. Various friends from around the country will all be meeting each other for the first time, and our parents will be meeting for the first time at the rehearsal dinner. (Someone remind me to order a rum & coke as my first act at the rehearsal dinner.) No, really -- I think they'll get along just fine, but it is nerve wrecking anyway.
It's been a rough month between my grandmother's passing and the "WHY DO I HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING MYSELF?" hysteria that struck me a few weeks ago, but everyone and everything is on the ball, now, and everyone is turning up and offering their help. It's a huge relief, and I am happy and grateful to know such awesome people.

Anyway, back to attempting to be productive.

Random aside: Coldplay's "Fix You" absolutely breaks my heart, over and over.

Public Service Announcement For Stupid Pagans Everywhere

mmorale2@mail.usf.edu — Thu, 06 Mar 2008 03:59:44 GMT

It is an ALTAR.

NOT an ALTER.

ALTER is a verb that means to make different.

ALTAR is a noun that means a table or raised surface used as a center for worship.

While I'm at it:

Public Service Announcement for Stupid Brides

You will be walking down an AISLE -- a narrow passageway separating two sections of seats.

Not an ISLE, which is in fact another name for an ISLAND.

GAH.
Okay, I'm done.

Mission For Self

mmorale2@mail.usf.edu — Wed, 05 Mar 2008 13:50:44 GMT

If I find myself sitting on my butt online checking LJ, here's a reminder to self on what I'm SUPPOSED to be doing:

HOUSE
-Clean and put away wedding gifts (YAAAAY Thanks A&J!)
-Clean bathroom
-Clean kitchen
-Clean loft
-Finish laundry -- everything ironed and PUT AWAY, not just sitting in the basket

WEDDING
-Write programs
-Write directions
-Complete place cards -- crapload of them, get to it!
-Design table numbers

SCHOOL
-Finish reading Fire from the Rock
-Work on Methods Unit Plan
-Finish ESOL Adapted Lesson Plans
-Study for Applied Linguistics -- you still don't know the vowels.

mmorale2@mail.usf.edu — Fri, 29 Feb 2008 18:30:27 GMT

In other, completely unrelated news, I have to tell you that the Twilight series by Stephenie Meyer is one of the most infectious things I've read in a while. It has been a long, long time since I've read or watched anything that gets into my dreams repeatedly the way this series does. Fourth and final book is out in August -- why couldn't the universe have waited a few more months to get me addicted?
/fan girl

mmorale2@mail.usf.edu — Mon, 25 Feb 2008 01:46:34 GMT

I feel like I am in a fish tank -- everything is slow and quiet, I can't take a full breath, and there is no one else in here. People look at me from the other side of the glass, and I hide sullenly in my ridiculous plastic pirate ship.
I have spent the past three days with a headache, probably due to the fact that I have been reading almost nonstop. Lots of different books. Anything to keep me busy. Anything to keep my thoughts occupied.
I just finished another 500 page novel -- that I only started this morning -- and now I don't know what else to do.
I am listless, restless, useless.
Everything is better, now, but everything is worse.

Goodbye

mmorale2@mail.usf.edu — Sat, 23 Feb 2008 03:42:41 GMT

My grandmother passed away, this morning.

aRe YOu stILL tHEre?

mmorale2@mail.usf.edu — Thu, 21 Feb 2008 16:33:22 GMT

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!)

mmorale2@mail.usf.edu — Wed, 13 Feb 2008 01:00:09 GMT

On game shows, people are often asked to share a little bit of themselves -- where they work, what their hobbies are, what their family is like.

"Are you married?"

Women's response:
"Yes, I have a wonderful, smart, hard-working husband who is an amazing father to our children."

Men's response:
"Yes, I have a beautiful wife."

Why doesn't anyone ever have a wonderful, smart, hard-working wife who is an amazing mother? Why is it that a woman's primary source of praise is still, after several hundred years, her beauty? We never hear about how supportive or perhaps creative she is. "I love my beautiful wife."

Some Other Life

mmorale2@mail.usf.edu — Mon, 04 Feb 2008 07:20:52 GMT

In another universe, my life is equal parts
-a house that is some unearthly, heavenly blend of Bayshore and Sooke Harbour House
-Anthropologie
-Amelie
-Ingrid Michaelson's "The Way I Am"

I guess it is escapism in its truest sense.
Late at night, I lie down on the couch and dream about that other place. There isn't anything wrong with the place I'm in now -- in fact, I love it -- but it's nice to dream about some other universe where I am 100% rich textiles, vivid colors and a beautiful house on the beach that always smells like fresh bread and new rain.

After further reflection, I'm editing this to add that instead of having this be the life I dream about, this is going to be the life I work towards.
To quote myself: Don't pretend. Just make it so.

Engagement Pictures!

mmorale2@mail.usf.edu — Thu, 31 Jan 2008 03:48:12 GMT

We just got our engagement pictures in! They turned out GREAT and I'm SO excited for the wedding. I know our photographer is going to do an awesome job.

Pictures are here!

(Dang, we look cute!) :)

mmorale2@mail.usf.edu — Sat, 12 Jan 2008 04:50:02 GMT

My store is closing.

I didn't think I'd ever be this sad about losing some job at the mall. But it's not just that.

It's very easy to say "Mia, just get another job."
And I will.
Keep in mind that I've been working there the whole time I've been in college, and I've been there longer than anybody else on my team -- including the manager. I've been working with a lot of these people for a long time, and we've all stuck together through all of the insane holiday seasons and all of the insane other coworkers who have come and gone. I was working there when I met Vince, and everyone celebrate with me when I got engaged (several people were planning to crash the wedding, and, as far as I know, still are. I guess it'll be a lot easier what with all of us being out a job, now.) We've probably spent about as much time talking about ourselves -- our lives, our relationships, our schoolwork -- as we have talking about the business. Anytime anybody started the "Man, I'm so sick of this place" speech, it's been answered with something along the lines of "BUT YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME!" I've helped train everybody on the team, and I am the resident grinch/scrooge/cynical asshole for any given holiday (and all of the downtime in between).

So I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm really going to miss these people. I know it sounds cheesy, but these gals are my friends, and I'm going to be really sad to see them go.

I can't really form any poignant thoughts right now, so I guess that's it.

mmorale2@mail.usf.edu — Tue, 08 Jan 2008 04:13:38 GMT

Thank God I'm not one of those "OMG MAI WEDDING MUST BE PERFECT BECAUSE IT'S THE MOST IMPORTANT DAY OF MY LIFE EVERS" people because I'd be going batshit right now.

Apparrently, my dad and I had a miscommunication back in June when he VOLUNTEERED to pay for the ENTIRE wedding. ALL OF IT.
"I want to pay for your wedding."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Really sure?"
"Yes."
"...Do you know how much these things cost?"
"...Kind of."
"It's going to cost about x dollars."
"Okay."
"Are you sure you don't want to just contribute z dollars?"
"No, I'll pay for all of it."
"...ARE YOU SURE?"
"Yes, just be reasonable."

Now, to me, "reasonable" means things like: NOT spending a bazillion kajillion dollars to get married at Disney, NOT spending a bazillion dollar on a top-notch photographer, and NOT inviting 80 zillion people to the wedding.

I'm getting married at a local hotel, with the reception at a local restaurant; I went with a 2nd or 3rd choice photographer; and we kept the guest list small. The only thing I went completely bonkers with was the cake, because I will have a delicious cake if it kills me, and even THAT was a heck of a lot cheaper than it would've been if we had chosen a more elaborate cake. So it's not that I have done the "I get whatever I want because it's my wedding" attitude. I know somebody has to pay for it, and I did what I could within the plans because I thought I had a range to work in. As it turns out, what I gave as a minimum was understood as a maximum. So now I have to "fix it."

It's not that I'm not grateful. I'm really happy to have been given the opportunity to spend what I am spending on this big ol' party, and that I won't start married life up to my eyeballs in debt. What I AM ranting about is that if I had known IN ADVANCE that there were finite resources I could've planned accordingly, instead of having to go through at the last freakin' minute and just SLASHING stuff out of plans because we magically no longer have the money.

I'm just all angsty now because I heard "I'll cover it, just don't go crazy" when apppaaaaarently it's more like "I can only give you z dollars." Which is what I asked him about in the FIRST PLACE and if I had KNOWN in JUNE I wouldn't have to be cutting crap out NINE WEEKS BEFORE THE WEDDING.

GAH.

/emo rant

mmorale2@mail.usf.edu — Mon, 07 Jan 2008 01:34:34 GMT

So I'm just having a happy moment.

I am filled with music and my sooooul is glowing.

Just thought I'd let you know.

Anyone Can Cook!

mmorale2@mail.usf.edu — Sun, 06 Jan 2008 00:24:16 GMT

Tonight, I made ratatouille. While it is perhaps not quite as pretty as in the Pixar film (and it definitely did not give me any flashbacks to a French childhood) it turned out pretty well!

I have to say: I'm very proud of myself. I consider myself a baker instead of a cook, so it's a huge adventure for me to go cooking actual meals.

Ratatouille is now the second successful meal I have ever made. Hooray for me, and to Disney/Pixar for the inspiration. And to Vince, of course, for having enough faith and being brave enough to eat the stuff.

mmorale2@mail.usf.edu — Thu, 03 Jan 2008 06:33:16 GMT

Suddenly, at 1 am on a Thursday morning, I understand how bridezillas are born.

I AM FREAKING OUT. FREAKING. OUT.

As I was getting ready to snuggle down into bed for a good night's sleep, I thought to check my Dashboard Widget to see how many days there were until the wedding.

71. 71 days until the wedding. That means that as of Friday, we are 10 weeks out.

I ONLY HAVE 10 WEEKS LEFT.

What happened?! The wedding used to be 9 months away and people were telling me I was being crazy for doing things so far in advance and now I only have 10 weeks. I kept telling myself it was 2 months, but then 2 months became 70 days which is only 10 weeks.

And I still have to get my gown to fit and book the florist and finish paying for everything and write 8 million checks and talk to the caterer about the bar and get my dad to go get fitted for his freakin' tux because the one that he wore in 1997 is just NOT going to fit him and I have to nudge him on the balance left for the wedding and I have to figure out a day where Vince and I can go apply for the marriage license and figure out getting my name changed and decide whether or not we're doing out-of-towner bags and lick 31 envelopes and order the candles for the ceremony and trek out to Ikea to find frames for the table numbers and I have to DESIGN the table numbers in the first place and I have to lose 15 lbs and buy some panties and book the rehearsal dinner AND the farewell breakfast and get the playlist for the DJ and the do-not-play list for the DJ and get attendant gifts and decide what to do with my hair and then order some kind of shiny thing to put in my hair because at this rate I do not have time to get a custom-made birdcage as planned and I need to e-mail the ceremony back to the officiant aaaaaaaaaand ::deep breath:: I have to book the make-up artist and find a hair dresser and decide whether or not I want menu cards and then design them if I do and I have to make ceremony programs and get the ribbon down to the baker for the favors and THEN I have to hope that all the guests take pity on me and use the RSVP card so that I don't have to track down everyone to figure out whether or not they are actually coming so that I can give a final count to the hotel and the caterer and I have to redesign the card cage because the ribbons keep coming off and I don't think the shoes I have are going to work after all so maybe I will go find some cute white flip flops and... and...

And school starts on Monday.

But here is what I tell myself:
A. This is what I wanted. I'm complaining, but secretly I love it.
B. Right this instant there's a guy sleeping downstairs in the bedroom. He has a cold right now and is hopped up on Nyquil, so thankfully all of my stressed out tossing and turning didn't wake him up. But what I keep telling myself is that when alllllllll that stuff is said and done, I will: 1) have had a great party 2) be bound on my HONEYMOON which involves long hours at the spa and lots of good food and 3) In 10 weeks I will be married to the best person I know.

So it's all going to be okay.

::sigh:: Okay. I can go to sleep now.

mmorale2@mail.usf.edu — Tue, 01 Jan 2008 03:04:17 GMT

Today, I learned that you cannot make a pirate/bucket drink without pineapple juice.

Orange juice, cranapple juice and rum just feels... unbalanced. It needs some pineapple juice to round it out. Besides, there is no umbrella or decorative slice of pineapple with a cherry speared into it with a diminuitive plastic sword. What kind of bucket drink is this? (A hobo one.)

For those out of the loop, a "pirate/bucket" drink is what I tend to order whenever I get drinks at a restaurant. The formula is usually 3+ types of juice + 2+ types of rum. It will either A) come in a bucket or B) have a ridiculous pirate name like "Walk the Plank." Every restaurant has at least one, usually found on the "girly fruit juice drinks" page.
Trying to make one at home with limited resources - no pineapple! - proves a little disappointing, but not bad for a small, calm, and very laid back New Year's. (Since I don't have a dumb pirate name for this, I'll just make the glass count as a very tiny bucket.)

Tiny bucket drinks aside, though, folks, it's been a pretty good year. There have been ups and downs, but of course, what year doesn't have those?
Here's hoping that 2008 is a better year for all of us. Love, luck, health and wealth to us all. (And some rain for Atlanta, because it's in my 50 year plan to move there and I can't be having any droughts in my future home town, dang it. But I don't want any big storms, either, y'hear that, weather man? The Gulf Coast has had ENOUGH of your shenanigans. Just a little rain and a year of happy skies.)

I'm feeling pretty good about 2008, so far, because I am getting married next year to a wonderful, awesome, amazing guy
and then there will be cake
and THEN we are going on our honeymoon, where we will probably relax by the pool (if weather permits) and Vince will order a 7 & 7
and I
I will order a bucket drink.

Happy New Year, everyone.

mmorale2@mail.usf.edu — Sat, 22 Dec 2007 06:07:34 GMT

Happy winter solstice!

From here on out, the days get longer...

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

mmorale2@mail.usf.edu — Thu, 13 Dec 2007 17:27:21 GMT

Terry Pratchett has Alzheimer's.

:-(

Best wishes to Terry and his family
and the thousands upon thousands of Discworld fans who will be left destroyed when he stops writing.

Saying Goodbye

mmorale2@mail.usf.edu — Sun, 09 Dec 2007 16:54:04 GMT

I am 22 years old.

I am getting married in 95 days.

And yet I can't throw my Johnny Depp posters away.

They're slightly damaged from when I pulled them off the walls of my old apartment, and realistically there won't ever be a place for me to hang them up ever again. They're just rolled up in a poster tube in the garage. Every few months I go down there, planning to toss them out, but it never happens. I guess there are just some things I'm not ready to let go of yet. I have lots of stuff around the apartment that I just can't get rid of. I know they're not necessary (corsage from prom, trinkets from grandma) but I'm just not ready to part with them yet. Just one of those things, I suppose. Every now and again I'll donate some of those old things or throw them out, but it's strangely difficult to part with things that have been a part of you for so long.

Just recently I had to throw out my favorite jeans (huge hole on the crotch) and my Pusser's Rum shirt (threadbare with several dozen holes). I was sad about the jeans, but consoled myself with the fact that they could be replaced. I can't ever replace that Pusser's Rum shirt. For about 300 years, Pusser's was the rum given to British Navy soldiers as part of their rations. The shirt was given to my dad about 25 years ago by British sailors. They don't make the shirts anymore - I've looked. Plenty of others, but nothing like my blue t-shirt.
But really, I've never tasted the rum, and I'm not a sailor, and I'm certainly not British, so I don't know why I had to stop myself from pulling the shirt back out of the trash after I initally threw it in. I guess just due to the fact that I've worn the damned thing about once a week for the past five years. It was practically etched into my soul. I still find myself thinking that I could've patched it up, or at least saved it and made it into something else. But it was beyond salvage. And anyway, it's long gone and is probably in a landfill by now. There's nothing I can do to save it.

Goodbye, Pusser's Rum shirt. You served me well.

In unrelated news, we have approximately 1 foot of real estate left on our bookshelves. We'll have to make a pilgrimage out to Ikea soon, to remedy this problem, because we tend to get a lot of books.

(I'm not entirely sure where I was going with this entry. Just something I needed to throw out there, I guess.)

Today Is My Last Day of Class

mmorale2@mail.usf.edu — Wed, 05 Dec 2007 17:48:40 GMT

Today is my last day of class.

I have one paper due by next Friday, and two exams on Wednesday night.

Here is my plan for tomorrow:

Morning
0930 - Meeting with advisor
1030 - Errand to health clinic
1100 - Post office to mail ridiculous package to my grandmother/pick up custom made stamps for wedding
1200 - Vince picks me up and drops my sleepy self off at home
Afternoon
1230 - Lunch of some kind
1300 - Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl
1301 - Rum
1530 - Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest
1531 - More Rum
1810 - Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End
1815 - Rum is Probably Gone
2100 - Sleep

P.S. I am getting married to the greatest guy in the world 99 days from now.