I’m falling asleep here. You are going to have to bare with me.

I forgot to bring the cable with me to work so I can’t upload any of the pictures from Beck last night and there is really no point to writing about beck if I have no pictures. I have screwed myself over because I can guarantee you that I will have no time to blog about it this weekend. And then what? It will all be too late. Le sigh.

This morning I woke up and thought it was Saturday. That’s the first time that’s ever happened to me. I was very tired and still not feeling right and would much like to still be in bed right now.

I had this really long involved dream about going to some concert with my friends from high school and some chick kept stealing our seats and then I kept trying to convince everyone that all the guys in the band were gay and I kept yelling, ‘THEY ARE FLAMING’, referring to them being gay. Weird. Then some bitch stole my pea coat and I was frantic and looking everywhere and ripping peoples heads off and then I realized some guy who was playing Santa stole it? Weird. Then Chads friends came out of no where and were hammered and Chad was trying to convince one of their wives that his friend wasn’t drunk and on and on. And then the next day I told someone the story from the night before and I had to relive it again. Does that make sense? Anyways it was odd. Friggin Santa stealing my Pea Coat. That really pissed me off.

Anyways, I’m on crack.

I just finished this bunwich from Uprising Breads and I’m SO FULL. I want to hurrl. But its ok. Now I’m chewing gum balls.

CRAZY I TELL YOU!

We are hanging out with the Jew tonight. It’s been like what? 6 months. HOW DARE YOU LEAVE US FOR THAT LONG!

I apologize for the lack of pictures on my blog. Well, pictures of thing/people other then Chad. But you all know my situation. I ain’t got no time!

I have to count zippers this afternoon and I am really trying to post pone that. Pone pone.

I think I need to leave you now before you think I’ve totally lost my mind.

Hey hey hey.

9:18 AM

Chad: aflac
me: hi
Chad: hi
me: hi
Chad: hi
me: hi
Chad: hi
me: hi
Chad: hi
me: hi
Chad: hi
me: poop
Chad: plop
me: blugh
Chad: blorg
me: hi
Chad: hi
me: what are you doing?
Chad: that was funny. you should blog it
me: hahah

I Love Him.

I feel like crap. This scares me because I can not be sick for next week. I’ve decided to take all necessary precautions and I’m jetting home at lunch to snuggle on the couch and nap and hopefully get over whatever this weirdness in my body is.

The only problem is for some unknown reason I always feel guilty when I take a sick day or have to leave early because I’m not feeling well. Maybe its years of my mother training me to be a good worker and work through my sickness. As nice as my mother can be she has no sympathy for people who are sick and can’t work. Shes all about the work. So its either that or I’m just paranoid because back in December where I was super sick for two weeks I got into trouble with work because I didn’t have sick days back then and I apparently didn’t make up the time that I was sick and so they had to adjust my paycheck which they were all annoyed about it and it was a huge disaster. It was so friggin annoying and made me very bitter. This time, thankfully, I have sick days and over time stacked up in my favour.

I hate these bullshit games I have to play. Constantly protecting my ass so I don’t get screwed over.

The only justice in all of this is that the boss has been super sweet to me lately. When I first announced my engagement she was on all edge about it thinking that my mind would be so preoccupied with wedding stuff that I wouldn’t get any work done. We even had a meeting about it. And as much as I reassured her that that wouldn’t happen I don’t think she believed me. That is until now. She is so blown away by the fact that I never took a day off to do wedding stuff and that I came to work every day so calm and not stressed out that she tells me so every day. I definitely scored some points there.

Although there are still people in this office who for whatever reason feel the need to give me attitude about not doing one stupid thing while I’m swamped and in the middle of a huge project. I am a bit bitter can you tell?

I don’t know people are setting me off today. Not feeling well = no patience.

Another thing I would like to point out. I love how you have discussions with people and you plan an event that they all know about and then a few days before it happens everyone cancels. Umm seriously. You couldn’t have told me this PRIOR to organizing this event.

It’s just a bad mood Wednesday.

But for a positive spin, Chad and I FINALLY picked our First Dance song last night. Its so sweet it makes me want to cry. Awww. <3

Thats all for now.

I am alive. Getting sick apparently but somewhat alive.

While Chad was gone on his weekend stag adventure the girls threw me mine on Saturday night. All went well until someone decided to feed me Jager and Tequila right when I went to open prezzies. It was all down hill from there. I might have passed out in the bathroom. I might have been a huge mess. I’ve got no pictures because clearly I was in no shape to take any and so far only Alicia has some up so that is your only source of seeing me look retarded. She tells the story of the night quite well. We really weren’t as crazy as you might expect.

The best part tho, was waking up the next morning in our brand new custom bed. Omg it is so comfortable I just didn’t want to move at all. It is the most amazing bed in the world.

Anyways, because my stomach is one sensative mofo I was useless all of Sunday because it hurt so much from all the booze and puking and overall grossness. It was a bad scene. Its the worst feeling in the world and I loath it. I hate getting to the point. Ugh I hate booze right now.

Thankfully Chad came home in better shape then I did. After spending the majority of the day at the apartment, then going home to drop stuff off and nap, I went back to the apartment after dinner to see Mr. Ciavarro. He greated me at the door in his Pjs and very scruffy beard smelling like garlic sausage (after eating half the leftovers from the night before). We sat in bed and ate hummus and crackers while reviewing the weekend events. I figured I would just add to his already garlicy stench with the hummus.

Now we are left with the last of the big events leading up the the big day behind us. Next Saturday my cousins from Australia arrive and then its just party time! With a mere 12 days to go I am getting pretty excited about it all. Maybe this weekend I might actually get some time to relax too! That would be very nice before the big day. Anyways, don’t worry, at some point all this wedding talk will stop and I might actually have some interesting posts up my sleeve.

On another note, I have now done something to my throat and its so sore I have not been able to swollow all day. So much so that I am STARVING from the lack of food I have been able to eat. I am seriously a disaster right now…

Chad left this morning for his Stag weekend. I don’t know whos more nervous about it, him or me. I’m most paranoid about someone shaving off an eyebrow, I don’t know why.

With him gone and Alicia and Claudia out at a photo shoot I feel all poopie and lonely here. I need someone to chit chat with.

I think I will go and buy myself some boots tonight before I start cleaning the apartment. I minorly avoided a dish disaster last night. I think the only thing left to organize is the few things that are currently in, what will be my closet. Hopefully I can move some more stuff over next week once I fix it tonight. I’m trying to get everything clean and organized for tomorrow night when the girls come over for my Stagette. I am very anxious about it, I don’t know what to expect. Plus I need an outfit.

I made a list of a million things to do tomorrow. I hope I accomplish them all. I’m actually excited about doing them so then I can try and relax for the next two weeks. I really will be happy when this is all over. I just can’t think about it right now. I’m not anxious about getting married, I’m anxious about everyone looking at me all day long. I hate being the centre of attention. It is this that plagues me.

I’ve been in contact with my florist the past few days finalizing everything. I am so excited about the flowers! They are going to be so beautiful I just can’t wait to see them. Same with the decorations I ordered, its going to be amazing. The only thing that is slightly disapointing is the state of the hall. They were suppose to renovate it but it never got done this summer. I mean its not horrible but it definitly needs some updating. In the end it was the only option we had, unless we wanted to wait until next year to get married.

I think I ate too much sushi. It’s factory time. I’ll say Hi to the Asians for you.