>>and like a fickle flower when it first sees the light, i cannot show just how i feel<< nelly furtado's "legend"
[home diggity]
going to the chapel
Lindsay is getting *gasp* married on saturday. *sigh* She just turned 20 this june.
I was quite shocked when i first learned about the engagement in December, but now that the initial confusion has waned, i've come to accept it. I don't know exactly how to explain how i felt before>> the phrase "but you're so young..." seems to repeat itself in the back of my cortex every time i think about lindsay changing her prefix from ms. to mrs. She's ready to get married (i guess that's a no brainer) but i'm not ready for her to get married. I have trouble saying husband *shudder*.
I haven't decided what i'm going to wear, i'll probably go shop and buy something for the reception. Today, however, I went to Crate & Barrel in the city to buy her wedding present . I like it. It's not on her registry, but i think everyone can use a classy looking ice bucket. I'm going to assume lindsay doesn't read my blog--i think there's about 3 people who do>>Me, myself, and someone who hit the wrong key and stumbled onto this page--so i'm not spoiling the surprise by posting her present on the internet two days before her wedding.
substance>>the lack thereof
okay lately i haven't been full of inspiration to put my thoughts onto this page. i don't think it's really possible to put something up here daily and be passionate about each entry>>for the most part, there're less than mediocre entries and there're the ones that i like re-reading. Perhaps i'll just reduce the frequency of my entries so that more quality pieces go up.
who am i talking to anyway?
The audience i have in mind varies when i post. Sometimes i think of who might be reading and write with him/her specifically in mind. Other times, i write to myself. Though, i guess that's not completely correct>>otherwise, my entries would be more schizophrenic--"You know, Joan, you should have worn the grey pants with that shirt, it brings out your eyes better. Gosh, Joan, you sure do like pistachio nuts."
Where the hell is this blog going?
[home diggity]
going to the chapel
Lindsay is getting *gasp* married on saturday. *sigh* She just turned 20 this june.
I was quite shocked when i first learned about the engagement in December, but now that the initial confusion has waned, i've come to accept it. I don't know exactly how to explain how i felt before>> the phrase "but you're so young..." seems to repeat itself in the back of my cortex every time i think about lindsay changing her prefix from ms. to mrs. She's ready to get married (i guess that's a no brainer) but i'm not ready for her to get married. I have trouble saying husband *shudder*.
I haven't decided what i'm going to wear, i'll probably go shop and buy something for the reception. Today, however, I went to Crate & Barrel in the city to buy her wedding present . I like it. It's not on her registry, but i think everyone can use a classy looking ice bucket. I'm going to assume lindsay doesn't read my blog--i think there's about 3 people who do>>Me, myself, and someone who hit the wrong key and stumbled onto this page--so i'm not spoiling the surprise by posting her present on the internet two days before her wedding.
substance>>the lack thereof
okay lately i haven't been full of inspiration to put my thoughts onto this page. i don't think it's really possible to put something up here daily and be passionate about each entry>>for the most part, there're less than mediocre entries and there're the ones that i like re-reading. Perhaps i'll just reduce the frequency of my entries so that more quality pieces go up.
who am i talking to anyway?
The audience i have in mind varies when i post. Sometimes i think of who might be reading and write with him/her specifically in mind. Other times, i write to myself. Though, i guess that's not completely correct>>otherwise, my entries would be more schizophrenic--"You know, Joan, you should have worn the grey pants with that shirt, it brings out your eyes better. Gosh, Joan, you sure do like pistachio nuts."
Where the hell is this blog going?
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