You forgot about me didn’t you? That’s okay. I almost forgot about you too. Sorry. It took some prodding from my best friend and my sister/fellow blogger* to pull me out of my blogger’s slump. Plus, today seemed like a good day to start writing again.
Since it’s been a while, I thought I should catch you up on things.
First off: my sister finally got married! I can now put “Successful Maid of Honor” on my resume.
Second: My summer didn’t go quite as planned. I still don’t know how to play the piano. I still have a long list of projects waiting to be done. And, as you know, it’s been weeks since my last post. I have a bad habit of making a ton of plans, and then getting distracted by other things.
I wonder what that says about me? (Please don’t answer that question.)
Lastly: Summer is officially over. I am once again a slave to my education. Today was the first day of my last semester at college. Yep. You read that right folks. In 116 days and counting I will be an unofficial official adult. It’s a pretty scary thought, really. Well, at least for the adult world. I don’t think they’re ready for me.
Although I’ll be drowning in star charts, ancient literature, 18th C. novels, and research papers over the next few months, I’ll make sure to pop in every once in a while. But, for now, it is time for bed. Being around so many people all day is exhausting.
*Check out my sister’s awesome blog, Beauty and the Mess, here.
In my last couple of posts, I’ve mentioned some of the changes that have been popping up in my life recently. One of these changes is the upcoming marriage of my sister, Bethany.
Bethany, as annoying as she can be with her tricksy, pixie-like ways, is still one of my best friends, and I was more than happy to except my role as “Maid of Honor,” and all of the responsibilities that come along with it. Recently, however, I’ve begun to realize just what I’ve gotten myself into.
Not only is it my responsibility to help the bride-to-be to find dresses, plan the wedding and reception, and maintain some semblance of sanity, it’s also my responsibility to plan the bridal shower and the infamous bachelorette party. Talk about nerve-wracking. Oh! And it’s apparently also in my “job description” to help label wedding invites, as my sister just reminded me via text. You know, the older I get, the more appealing elopement sounds.
Now I’m not saying that I’m not enjoying my role in this fiasco, but it’s a bit stressful. I want everything to be amazing and fun. And, not to brag or anything, but I do have a bit of a reputation of being kind of awesome and amazingly fun and hilarious, so it’s a lot to live up to. But, I suppose it has given me a legitimate excuse to spend hours on my computer listening to music while perusing Pinterest for inspiration and creating fun invites. Which I should probably get back to doing. Wish me luck!