I'm really, really excited for Graham and Sarah's wedding. The rehearsal yesterday was beautiful enough to make me almost cry, and that was without all the guests and dresses and flowers. I'm doing a reading after the "I do"s, so I'm going to have to look my two close friends in the eye, read about everlasting love, and not get emotional.
Despite the stress of driving people around and staying up late and absentmindedly spending money, I've been having a lot of fun. I've made a new friend, Jackie, and gotten closer to a lot of others. Adam and I seem to hit it off in person more than online, which is an almost unexpected awesome blessing. I got to meet a friend, Jenn, for the first time in person, and she's sort of responsible for my getting into the Harry Potter fandom, so that's cool. Justin Timberlake and I have exchanged a few TERRIBLY AWKWARD words. I feel bad for him, because it's obvious he feels out of place and uncomfortable, and whenever I try to sit next to him, my friends try to rescue me. Our only real conversation was mostly carried out through eye contact amidst lots of small talk and nervous gesturing. Ah, well. He'll be fine.
The conflict has started in the movie. Marlena is hugging a pillow and whining. Adam has a blanket over his mouth, is in the fetal position, and keeps yelling "NO! STOP!" and whimpering.
On that note, I think I'm going to go upstairs and join Nina in my room to put on a dress and mascara and whatnot. I also somehow managed this morning to shave my left leg, but only my right thigh. I have no idea how. It's like smooth, smooth, smooth, PRICKLE. But then again, Sarah's going to look so beautiful, I doubt anyone will be inspecting my hairy right calf.
Sexy: The Harry Potter fandom. For psychotic freaks of nature, we're a kind of hot group.
Unsexy: My right calf! But you knew that already.
Chipotle burritos this year: 26
S'mores this summer: 6
Bye, guys! Hopefully I'll see you tomorrow. <3