Mary Jane's Last Dance

I looked at some of the wedding proofs tonight, and holy crap does my face look FAT in almost half of them. Damn you short, square jawline! That's why I think I look better from the side, without grinning.

Now imagine if I WAS fat, I'd look absolutely bloated! But I'm not (5'1", 113 lbs), which makes me look weird. Le sigh. Maybe I can see what the magic of Photoshop can do once I scan those puppies in. My face seriously does not look that fat in real life. :(

It's my one-month anniversary! And to celebrate, I'll post a picture...or two, or three!



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Guess what, guys? I'm married!

More on this late-breaking news later. :D

So, it's two days until the big day, omg. :O
I borrowed my little sister's computer to write this because going without a computer for several days is kind of weird.

Anyways, what has taken place in the galaxy far far away (Virginia) so far?

I've been hanging out with my best friend (and maid of honor) Brittany and we've played a lot of Guitar Hero and Rock Band.

She and her mom also threw my bridal shower and it was great. Brittany's mom is an excellent cook. Shrimp pasta in vodka sauce? Delish! We also played a couple of cute little games like bingo and word scramble and we had cake and champagne.

Today we got lunch at India K'Raja (awesome Indian food) and hung out at the mall and I got stuff. Mostly stuff for the wedding, like foundation (sunscreen-free, so my face won't reflect white in flash photography), lipstick, perfume (L de Lolita Lempicka) and undies, haha. The manager at Sephora said I was the most excited bride she had seen in a long time :3

Mom and I also went to Crate and Barrel and Bed Bath and Beyond and we got stuff off the registry.

Yesterday, my friend Jamie, her boyfriend Daniel and I went to Osaka in Short Pump and got lunch. Their bento box lunch is ginormous! It comes with the main dish, a soup, salad, tempura veggies and shrimp, rice, AND four California rolls -- all for $8-something.

I've hung out with my little sister a lot, too. That's pretty much it, really.

Radiohead concert was awesome. Rough start though -- the Ford Amphitheatre reneged on its camera policy and I had to go check it at guest services and the stairs security guards were kinda being douchey.

The opening band? WORST THING EVER. EVER. I wanted to throw things at them. During one song...he sounded like TOWELIE, I shit you not. Cut to three whole minutes of me laughing my ass off and saying Towelie things like "Wanna get high?" in between fits of chortling.

Radiohead more than made up for it though. Awesome light show, and plus they played Just, Exit Music, and The Bends. The whole crowd was entranced and all concerts worth their weight in gold can't go without smelling weed in the air!



Well, my friends, tomorrow morning I'm heading off to Virginia.

When I get back, I'm going to be old and married okay? WOOOOOOOOOOOOOT

I've had nightmares two nights since Saturday, and both involve the same subject: My wedding.

In my nightmare Saturday night, every worst-case scenario in my wedding happened. But that wasn't all. It looked like that scene from Beavis and Butthead Do America, when Beavis and Butthead were tripping on peyote in the desert.

On Sunday, somehow my weeding reception turned into some freaky bar mitzvah. Not only that, the photographer completely missed the ceremony because he got stuck in the drive-thru line at McDonald's. About two-thirds of the way through my dream, it turned into some sort of video game or something like it. I was split into two different characters -- one that looked just like me and a tall blonde girl named Jessica.

During one scene of it, therein lay two paths. One named "Terror" and one named "Humor." Naturally, which one did you think I picked? However, what I thought lay ahead wasn't the case. Their roles were reversed. Terror was humor, humor was terror. Jessica went through a great ordeal with a bevy of monsters. I was waiting outside the doors of the two pathways, waiting for my next assignment. I eventually had to rescue Jessica from flesh-ripping skeletons.

Then I (we) chose the other path named "Terror" (which really was "Humor") and I...didn't know what to make of it. It was certainly better than skeletons and big ogres wielding spiked clubs, though. We were floating. We were floating through the air, as if gravity didn't matter and weight wasn't an issue. We were floating though a gigantic ballroom. There were all sorts of people in formal wear getting rowdy..perhaps a bit too rowdy.

And then I woke up.

Christ Almighty, 25 days until "the big day" omgggggggggggggg. It's kind of scary and exciting and frustrating and I can't wait for it to be all over and done with. I'm not cut out for pretty princess parties. I hate meticulous planning. To be frankly honest, I don't care what everything looks like or how it's carefully planned out like if anyone cares about stupid minutae like that. Just so long as we're married at the end of the day, that's well and fine by me.

In other news, Forgetting Sarah Marshall is hilarious. Be forwarned: there is a lot of schlong in it.

I have so much crap to buy in preparation for this wedding.

I'm leaning towards a pair of ivory-colored Chinese Laundry peep-toe shoes. I bought a pair of CL's last weekend and they fit my weird feet real well.

I need to get another strapless bra because the one I bought a couple of months ago gives me droopy quad-boob. My size is hard to find though. I'll probably get an Elle MacPherson one in 32C or D (I usually wear a 30C or D) because both the band and cup size run small. The last Elle MacPherson I bought that was labeled in my size was TINY TINY TINY. I had to give it to my younger sister. :(

Need new foundation, primer, and all that jazz.

On an unrelated note, I had an awful hypoglycemic attack today at work. I stopped just shy of passing out. I had all of the other symptoms though; extreme hunger, hot/cold flashes, lethargy, apathy, eyes glazing over, nausea, abdomen pain, irritability, the whole works. I bought a bottle of Gatorade from the soda machine around that time, and I couldn't open it. I was damned close to throwing it against the wall. When I went home on lunch break, I devoured almost everything that microwaveable in the fridge in a matter of minutes.

That song I'm listening to now? I've been listening to it all day.

"They've been taken away! They've been taken away! Billy was a bright one, Tommy's off his head. Mother loved them both the same, at least that's what she said. I don't predict the future, I don't care about the past. Send them off to DSS, now you've had your chance. The poison stole your babies, the judges took your rights. You can have your children or the night."

Why do I keep listening to the same five Van Halen songs? And yes, they are all ones with David Lee Roth as lead. Because there are two types of people, after all -- those that prefer David Lee Roth and those who prefer Sammy Hagar. I'm in the former camp, I love Roth's cartoonish rock-star persona.

Funny idea, though it probably never be implemented: At the end of my wedding reception, when Chris and I leave in our car for the hotel, I think it would be AWESOME if "Panama" started playing. That is all.

Jump back, what's that sound?
Here she comes, full blast and top down.
Hot shoe, burnin' down the avenue.
Model citizen, zero discipline
Don't you know she's coming home with me?
You'll lose her in the turn.
I'll get her! Panama!

Welp, I got a new job. And we're looking for houses. And my wedding is two months away.

Fuck, I'm nervous as hell. You know that kind of nervous when you are totally stoked and excited, but bewildered and somewhat frightened at the same time? Yeah, that's the kind of nervous I have.

Everything is just so brand new. It's both mesmerizing and scary.

Ha, it actually wasn't that bad. And there was no mayo on the sandwiches. I did bring pasta salad just in case -- always prepared. :)

Best part: No finger-wagging and poo-pooing. In fact they even talked about sex openly. And it wasn't about religious stuff for the majority of it. Most of it involved talking about finances and communication (two very important thingies). We even ended early, but I admit I was getting fidgety about halfway through. I can't sit still for long after all. At one point I drew half of a prehistoric caveman scene. XD

It wasn't as far away as I thought it was going to be either.

Soooo... we are going to reward our patience by getting some tasty Thai food tonight.

I don't want to go to bed but I have to get up early in the morning to go to some religious pre-marriage thing (hurray Catholic weddings) that's an hour away at the asscrack of dawn.

I think it might be a double Monster day.

And damn, I can imagine all of the doodles coming out of that eight-hour session. It might look like my notebooks in junior high, plastered with band names and repetitive doodles of arrows or swirly things. I'm a fidgety person, and I also have a fairly short attention span, so if it ain't interesting, consider me not paying any mind.

I sure hope it ain't eight hours of finger-wagging, being lambasted with anti-choice messages, and being told ad nauseum about having sex before marriage is bad. I hope it ain't packed to the brim with goody-two-shoes couples and hopefully there will be more, uh, normal people like us.

They say they'll have lunch for us, but I'm bringing my own. I know the story with pre-packed lunches. They're often sandwiches with sub-par meat and shittonnes of mayo on it. I HATE MAYO IT IS DISGUSTING. ICK ICK ICK ICK ICK. I can't eat anything with mayo on it. It's retch-inducing. It's even pretty funny to look at, it looks so...wrong. XD

I think my fiance's mom cares more about this wedding more then either me or my fiance.

According to my fiance, she called in a huff earlier this evening whining about how she can't get in touch with my mom. So Chris asked her, "How many times have you tried to get her?" and she replied, "I just called her and I got the voice mail."

Then she goes on in this rant about she needs to get in touch if my side of the family wants to be invited and Chris got irritated. He said, "That's enough. GET A GRIP."

Le sigh.



Doesn't stop me from gloating about last night's Super Bowl. BRADY IS A LADY!


"If I lead will you follow, will you follow if I lead?"

Hurray I'll be freezing my butt off for nearly a week in Virginia. :)

Actually, though, that's cool with me. I'll get to see a couple of buddies of mine despite all of the wedding planning. :P

Which means, hurray good Indian food! And hurray culture! Hurray friends!

So yeah, I'll be gone for the better pat of the week. And aside from missing my Wii, it shalt be awesometh.

I see recommendations for wedding reception songs, and for most of them, I think either "ugh" or "cliche"

It makes me glad that we're compiling a nice happy playlist full of good, uncliche music.

Fucking hell. I hate wedding planning. It's akin to walking on hot coals barefoot.

Whoever the fuck enjoys wedding planning is a masochist.

"You like that, baby? Yeah. I know you do, you dirty whore."

Guess what guys?

I'm engaged!

This has seriously been one of the best days of my life. Today was a beautiful day. First we went to The Pier, went to the Aquarium, and fed some pelicans (which act just like the ducks in our neighborhood). Then tonight, we went out for a walk by the lake in our neighborhood. It was gorgeously lit by the lighted fountain in the middle of the lake. We noticed that our ducks, after a strange few days' absence, had come back. One of the ducklings (which aren't so little anymore), which is usually over at the other end of the lake, was sitting with the other ducks. What a rebel.

Chris commented about the ducks sitting in their own poo, and don't care. I laughed and said that those ducks crap all of the time and of course they don't mind sitting in their own poo. I then cuddled close, and he asked me what I was thinking.

"I love you, that's what. What're you thinking about?"

Then Chris kneeled down and asked me to marry him. Holy Christ, I was overjoyed. Euphoric. Bliss. :)

Keep in mind, that the wedding is probably a ways off. I guess it just made sense since we've been together and committed this long, we should be engaged. :)

Guys, I'm high on life right now.