... I was MIA?

Yeah... Sorry about that...

I'm just here to confirm and dispell rumors.

Rumor #1: Planning a wedding is fun.

False.

It is not fun. I wonder why people drag the process out upwards of a year or more. Gag me. I'll be engaged a total of almost 3 months and I'm already sick of it.

Here's my confession: I don't like making decisions. Especially ones that I don't really care about, or that other people can make just as well as I can- or even better. (Q: Do you want floor length table cloth or knee length table cloth? A: I don't know. You've gotten married before/planned a wedding before. You pick out what looks best.) I know they are trying to give me a choice, in case I do have an opinion- but I promise, if I do have an opinion, I will let you know.

(Promise I'm not a bridezilla. Quite the opposite. I really just want someone else to plan this for me.)

Then, there's the figuring out where to live, what to sit on (couches/chairs), what to wash your clothes in (Anyone know of any free/cheap working washers or dryers?), what to sleep on (check!)... and registering was the only fun part- except apparently you should go with how you want to decorate in mind so you can pick the right colors of towels, dishes, and comforter...

I dislike it all.

I don't think I'm ever getting married again.

...and I'm okay with that.

Rumor #2: Once you get engaged, you disappear from life.

True.

It's very sad, but very true.

I feel like I haven't see my own roommate more than 15 minutes this week- and I live with her! (Steph, I kind of miss you!) Between working being at the school from 8 am-9 pm on Tuesday's and Thursdays and working Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday, and fitting planning a wedding in somewhere and actually seeing Rick (really, he's the one I see the most though. Mostly because he follows me around with wedding stuff/we do homework together)... life is crazy and in all reality, life is gone.

So, I'm sorry to all those who have sent me texts saying "We should hang out before you get married." It might not happen. But, I promise, we're still friends. Promise.


Only 5 more weeks of this craziness and maybe my life will cease to be non-existent and I can breath again.