Two. In a row????

Yes! Two in a row! Because it depressed me to just have that above post pop up for the MILLIONS you read this ever tantalizing and not teenage girl sounding blog. Nononono. Can't have that.

Today was a pretty bitchin' day. My sister is getting married to a strange, brilliant, good guy who's really a perfect fit for her. Joy! So I came to her place this weekend to plan a Bridal shower. Mind you my sister hates all things conventional and most things girly, so this is actually going to be quite badass. Can you say: "Beer and karaoke in San Francisco??" I'm glad. But that has nothing to do with what we're doing. I was just making sure you weren't Helen Keller. God knows I've had enough issues with her.

But seriously, we're going to watch themed wedding T.V. episodes, drinking mojitos and making my brother cook for us hopefully at my cousins house. I am excited. Mostly because I love to have an excuse to hand out with my bro and sis and get away for a weekend. Me and her friend made plans at a nice local bar and then played Wii and drank girly drinks at her friends place. For the record, I suck at video games. For the other record, I love them dearly.

Anywhoo, awesome day, but I should probably go to sleep. Gonna crash in the living room and my sis and her fiance are early risers.

Farethee well, internet folk! And Happy Mother's day! Whoo! Mom's are awesome. At least mine is.

Huh. It's been awhile.

As the above suggests, it has, indeed, been awhile. It's weird to look back at previous posts, and stranger still to realize I haven't written in a year on this. Though, then again, I've only written on this thing three times. All three times seem to be when I have felt wonky. I'm kinda always wonky and don't have much to write. It's funny how this is a diary that could be potentially seen by everyone, but is really seen by no one.

My life is pretty freaking awesome, I just get a bit bummed ya, know? I just want to be able to chill out a bit, but it's hard not to keep telling myself to just make it through another five weeks. And then mountains. And then Ireland. Then I think I'll heal. If not, I'm a whole lot more screwed than I thought. But I should be alright by then. Besides, they say lamentations help the writer, right?

Huh. I feel a bit better and a bit more tense. I'm pretty sure I want to snuggle. This is very out of character for me. Guess I'll just try to do real work instead of this weird online diary.

Tally hoe folks!