come alive on friday night

...lyrics from my latest obsession. YES!

okay, what the hell is wrong with spaghetti straps? GRR. the thing i despise most in the entire world is little snide comments that sound like they're not meant to offend but do. bits of judgment, criticism, and superiority rolled into one sentence that means "i know you and i'm better than you." it makes me flare my nostrils and become entirely too defensive. what the hell. it's hot outside! i love my shoulders! i wear tank tops! deal with it. skin is beautiful. okay, had to get that out of my system because it's been hanging over my head since last weekend. so.

lately i've been watching good middle-aged chicky-flicky type movies with my mum. i can actually identify with diane keaton in "something's gotta give" at the part right after jack nicholson breaks up with her. AH! sporadic fits of sobbing have become a hobby of mine. it's kind of funny, in the movie and real life. the cause of my temporary (let's hope) insanity and complete unglued-ness is a combination of things, i think. i am in a funk and there's really no other word to describe it. really, i just looked it up on thesaurus.com.

today i tried on about 25 gorgeous BCBG dresses for the wedding! oh haven't you heard? his name is george, because i've always wanted a man named george. we met at hollywood video in the drama section, which is also where he proposed. so amazingly perfect. i'll be coming back to rochester on the weekend of october the 15th for the wedding and much eating and drinking and dancing. sooo excited.

high points of the week: learning a new way to eat pizza with honey and campaniling. mmmMMMmmm to both. i haven't started packing even though i go back to madison technically tomorrow! i have, however, made approximately 5 1/2 separate trips to super target in preparation for packing. i feel like i should start right this second! but not really, because i am overly excited to go to sleep tonight.