2004-11-18, 09:51 AM — there goes the bride
Here are some things about weddings:
There are a few traditions I really like. There are a lot more that I frankly find a little creepy.
It's hard to separate what I want from what I think others expect me to want. I think this is less of a wedding thing and more of a me thing, but it's getting irritating.
It's a little hard to decide what's going to be offensive to others, and what of those offensive things I need to work around and what of those offensive things they need to ignore.
Eloping sounds like a great option except that it kind of defeats a large part of the purpose -- that it's about celebrating with family and friends.
Planning a wedding is exciting, but it is also a little nerve-wracking for those of us who didn't have our Barbies get married. No, my Barbies lived in sin. I never thought about what dress I wanted to wear, although I will admit to cutting brides out of bridal magazines and playing with them like paper dolls. Well, and doing other things with them when I got older.
Interestingly enough, dresses haven't changed that much over the years. They have gone up in price, though.
Am I complaining too much? Probably. I do think this is going to be fun and really wonderful. I'm just a wee bit overwhelmed. I have no idea how to do any of this.
2004-11-10, 11:50 AM — i counted; they're all still there
There's something really disconcerting about someone taking a set of pliers and pulling at something on your tooth until whatever it is comes off with a sharp "crak."
Really, very upsetting. Also, the impliment that is used to clean the leftover contact cement off the tooth sounds alarmingly like a squealing circular saw.
Plus, the new contact cement tastes absolutely awful.
I'd like to say I've had a great morning, and considering the fact that I can now breathe normally (this has been an issue for about a week now) it's been quite nice. But the voluntary torture called "bracket repositioning" on the braces is a little less than ideal way to spend the better part of the morning.
And, even more unfortunately, I now have an essay that I have to write, as it's due tomorrow and I'm spending tomorrow morning either on the bus or traipsing about a cemetary looking for lichens. It's kind of like looking for love, except more fungal and less rewarding.
2004-11-04, 07:39 PM — the wheels on the bus
I'm coming to really look forward to my bus time, I have to say. It's an hour and a half break twice a day where, if I don't want to, I don't have to think about anything at all. I can just look out the window, or fall asleep, or draw up a grocery list... if I want, I can knit, or read a completely ridiculous, trashy novel...
It's just nice downtime. People always sound so sorry for me when I say my commute is an hour and a half by bus. But it could be worse... an hour and a half by car, for example. I mean, I enjoy sleeping at the wheel as much as the next person... which is, not much at all...
I was trying to think of something interesting I saw on the way home, but I slept through most of the interesting bits. Grimsby is lovely, but doesn't change much day-to-day... and I slept over the Red Hill Valley (I do my best to do that every time). As for dreams... well, I had a dream that a friend of mine got two casual aquaintances pregnant for fun, which was a little upsetting. Especially since I don't think he's that type at all.