Back in Black

So...it's been awhile. Yeah, you're looking good. How are the kids? Oh, they're fine? That's great. Listen, I'm sorry I didn't call...it's just...you know, I've been busy. Oh, and I had that thing. You know, that thing. That thing with the midgets and the sombreros. Yeah, it was cool. Yeah, it was good to see you too. I'll try to call more.

Seriously. I'M BACK! Brief hiatus, I know. And that last post was a little, er, desperate. But I'm back now with full mental health, ready to fight the good fight and tell you pointless things about my silly little existence. Ready? I thought you were.

So here's what's going on. I'm in my last semester of school. Crazy? Yes. I am taking a class on Terrorism in Lit and Cinema. Rockin'. And then there's this...I'M GETTING MARRIED! Crazier? You betcha. Yep, Matt and I are tying the ole knot on June 4 of this year which is oddly exciting. Seriously. I mean, we have both been known to be rather anti-marriage or marriage phobic or whatever, but now that we're actually doing it, I'm as giddy as a virgin in the back of a Cadillac on prom night. I have a dress. No shit. And I have these little boxes that say "Mint To Be" that you put homemade mints in to give as party favors. Don't lie, you know that fucking rocks. And we're going to have BBQ at the reception. BBQ and champagne. It will rock so hard. Seriously.

So yeah. And Matt just found out that he got into Wisconsin, which is both exciting and disconcerting, given he thought he was going to go somewhere else, and then this happens and now he wants to go there. It's cool though--he's going to go with whoever gives him the most dough.

And I'm writing a novel about a girl who works at the Family Dollar and buys velvet pictures of Elvis. Is it good? Yeah, I think so. Is it marketable? Hell no. Will you ever see it on Barnes and Noble's friendly shelves? Not likely. But it is fun and exciting anyway. But remind you to tell you about my creative writing seminar. So funny, it's sad. You know that saying that you should write what you know? Yeah, it's a good one to follow. And when you have a blonde haired, blue eyed, debutante looking girl who has never left the state of VA writing about Native Americans in Montana circa 1972 it DOES NOT conspire for an evening of enchantment. Yeah, I'm mean. But it's the truth, and there's much more where that came from.

Well, I should go and plot more of my meanderings. This will be fun. I have seriously missed writing about this drivel for a whole host of strangers to read. Seriously. I'm strange. And not trendy-Angelina Jolie-strange. J.D. Salinger-strange. He he.