Things I'm Excited About...

First of all, I'm having a pretty wild & crazy Friday night... I kicked it off with a scrambled egg and cheese sandwich because I'm trying to eat what's left of my groceries before I move out Sunday. Since then, I've packed up most of my bathroom and over half of my wardrobe. The major packing is now down to kitchen items, which I'll save for tomorrow after I run the dish washer.

So now, to top off my thrilling night, I'm sipping grape juice from a wine glass-- I'm a very fancy girl-- and watching Say Yes to the Dress. Which reminds me: something awful has happened. Since I woke up this morning, the TV in my bedroom-- where I wanted to watch TV as I packed up my closet-- has not been playing TLC and Lifetime for some reason. Friends, how am I supposed to live like this? It's barbaric.

As I sit in my living room-- my hands are tied due to the unfortunate television glitch situation-- I can't help but think about the things coming up in my life that I'm kind of excited about.... Starting with tomorrow.

I'm meeting Laura M. for breakfast. Breakfast dates truly thrill me. A good friend never looks better than over a steaming plate of chocolate chip pancakes.

After breakfast, I'm going to the gym. And yes, I'm very very excited about it. For the past 4 weeks, any free time I've had has been spent studying, doing stats homework and group therapy papers, and hopping from wedding to wedding. So the bod's been a bit neglected. I missed bikini season due to this mishap, but I'll just focus on the skinny jean season just over the horizon (fall is something that I'm truly looking forward to... my favorite).

Wedding #406 of the summer is tomorrow evening. This is the first wedding I've attended this season, though, in which I didn't know the bride and groom. Not crashing, just dating. I love weddings though. Love, love, love.

Sunday, I'm moving out. I'm really mixed up about how I feel about it; all I can really say is that it's bittersweet. But it's hard not to be excited about opening up the next chapter of life, no matter what you're leaving behind. Come Sunday afternoon, Dad and Boyfriend will be hauling furniture out of my second-story apartment, so please send up a prayer or two for unseasonably cool, dry weather.

And Monday-- this is where I get really excited and really, really dorky-- Monday, I'm going to start ORGANIZING. I love it. I love nesting and settling in, making things efficient and at-home. I'm going to cull out t-shirts for a t-shirt quilt (**Hint, hint, Mom**), pull out clothes for the consignment shop, go through things I've been hoarding keeping for sentimental reasons, change out the photos in my picture frames... ah, the to-do list is endless! And thrilling!

Tuesday, Chas, Em, and I are having a much-needed reunion. We've been separated since Chas and I left our mark on Chile in March, and it's time for an Americana slumber party. We're going to start our party out by taking mine and Em's grandmother to dinner and then playing on the farm as the sun goes down, then head home for girl talk into the wee hours. Wednesday morning, it's downtown boutique shopping and a sushi lunch.

Is there a support group for obsessive planners? Please advise. 


Wednesday afternoon, it's that time again: hair cut and color! This bronzy blonde is ready to be refreshed and trimmed. As my dear friend David would say, my hair's turning black again.

And then next weekend, double weddings in Huntsville with boyfriend.

It's good to be me, guys.