I had the worst dream: it was my wedding day and it was at the reception and apparently I had literally just come out of some sort of fugue state that I had been in for MONTHS. Like I said in the dream, it was like I woke up and there I was, standing in the middle of the reception.
And worst of all, eurii was nowhere to be found, so Caleb had to be my bridesmaid stand-in. (Not in a dress, Caleb.) And bigangry wasn't there either, and I couldn't remember if he had RSVPed or not. And then I realized I didn't know if anyone had RSVPed, because I couldn't even remember sending out the invitations, because of the aforementioned fugue state.
But at least everyone liked my dress!
I think this must be some sort of metaphor.
So, it looks like I'm employed for a little while longer. I was starting to look forward to a government shutdown because it would force us to take some time off and get some shit done around here, but Reid and Boehner pulled something out of their asses at literally the eleventh hour, so we all got to go back to work.
Jeremy and I still took off today just to have some quality time together, so we went down to DC and poked around in a few gardens (both sculpture and botanical) and the Air and Space Museums. Now my feet ache. He, for some reason, is still out there shoveling stone for our drainage pipe, even though he should be too sore to move after shoveling stone for most of the day yesterday.
Oh my God, my feet hurt. And my lip is twitchy! And writing this on the iPad is making for all sorts of weird typos, which I think I've been catching as I go, but I'm not perfect, so watch out for inexplicable mentions of goats and whatnot.
I am also excited because I got my oil changed and my tires rotated! By an honest mechanic! Hurrah! Being an adult is pretty boring. Maybe I'm just doing it wrong.
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Also, last night I had a dream that (amidst a live-action version of Monty Python and the Holy Grail) Casey Boo had returned to life, sort of like that dog that survived euthanasia, although even in the dream I didn't see how it could be possible after so long. It's been almost a year since she died, and it's still a gnawing thing that lingers in the back of my mind and gets me when I'm not expecting it.
Also also, I'm watching the fifth season of Buffy right now, and of course this is the season where Joyce gets a brain tumor and dies, which of course leads me down all sorts of thought paths, like, "What if this happens to me? What if this happens to my mother? Or my grandmother? What will I do when my grandparents die? How will I ever get over that?". So--I really, really think I'm going to have to skip that episode.
YAY SCREENCAPS OF CHICKENS!
Anyway. My almost-12-year-old cousin is pretty much an idiot. A few months ago she declared herself a juggalette, and I kept my mouth shut because...I guess I was half hoping she was doing it as a joke? But I was kidding myself--12-year-olds don't know irony yet.
Then over the weekend she decided her NEW "musical" obsession was Brokencyde. Calling it music is really an insult to real musicians, but for lack of a better identifier... (I don't want to link to anything and give them more hits, but you can Google it if you're so inclined.) So yeah. She was all up in the screamo. And it's not just terrible music. If she was spamming my Facebook news feed with Nickelback, I wouldn't say anything. These brats write songs with lyrics like:
Kickin' it baby, get crunk get crazy/All fucked up, make me wanna punch babies
It's not just bad, it's offensive. So I told her so. And because I know that young girls' egos are sometimes fragile, I did it in a really nice way--you know, offering to hang out and show her some of my music next time she came for a visit. And she ignored it.
Unbeknownst to me, my brother had also called her out for typing like an idiot (this isn't her, but you wouldn't know it from the spelling) and calling herself a "reverse oreo." Child, you live in YORK, PENNSYLVANIA, not west Baltimore.
So she defriended both of us. :D I guess she's cool with people until they offer her some helpful criticism on how not to grow up to be a white trash twat.
Oh well! That'll save me $50 at the wedding.
It is probably a really good opportunity for John, and Jeremy, despite his sadness over losing one of his best friends to the west coast, is really trying to be a good sport and be happy for him. I, on the other hand, have no such inclination, and have decided to just be pissed off.
The whole thing just fucking sucks. john is so selfish
I CANNOT GET ENOUGH OF THIS.
Anyway! So, guys, I went DRESS SHOPPING today and LO, I found one! Second dress I tried on. It is so pretty, and it seemed silly to keep going when I knew that that dress was going to be it. Oh, it ended up a bit more expensive than I was hoping... But at least that's over and done with! WHEW. It is not this dress, but is very very similar. My only little niggling concern is that it's sort of an off-white rather than the BRIGHT WHITE (or "optical white" as the girl, Jess, put it) I seem to see everywhere else. But Jess reassured me that the off-white is sort of in vogue right now, and also I have pretty pale skin and me in white can sometimes be jarring. (O HELO CORPSE BRIDE?)
TOMORROW: I cross my fingers really hard that (a) my #2 reception place (second only to the Cloisters, which seems like a pipe dream) is available and (b) my dad is willing to foot the bill. :x