It’s been awhile, bloggers!
I received a notification in my email that my save the dates have FINALLY arrived at my house. Therefore, when I show up at home tomorrow, I’ll get busy addressing and have them mailed out by Friday. All of you bffs and family members should be expecting one in your mailbox within the next couple of days.
So, I walked out earlier tonight to take the garbage out (I know, so romantic) and was ecstatic that it’s beginning to feel like spring! For real this time! It feels amazing out, and if I weren’t paranoid that some Columbus crazy would try to slice a hole in my screen and sneak into my room, I’d keep my window open all night!
Now that I’ve written a couple of positive things, let me explain to you how much I hate living in an apartment on a college campus. Aside from the Columbus creepers, the people above us are seriously the most obnoxious people on earth. I think the day that I move out, I’m going to leave a little sticky note on their door saying just that. I wonder whether or not they would be embarrassed if they knew I can hear every squeak of their bed springs when they feel like getting frisky. This is irritating to me on so many levels but the most prominent one being that I’m trying to watch The Golden Girls, and they’re interrupting me. Strike one. And it’s really fun to put up with them when they wanna party on a Tuesday night and, I want to read stuff for class. Don’t they have homework like normal college students?
I can’t wait for the day when Caleb and I have our own house and the only bouncing bed springs we’ll have to tolerate will be from our little ones jumping on their beds (even though I will probably have asked them a million times not to). Yes, I’ve got baby fever, but in my defense, I’ve had it since I was like…oh, I don’t know…ten-years-old? So, really, this isn’t anything new, and my friends will totally back me up in that statement. It’ll still be a long while from now before any of that happens, so let’s just move on, shall we?
I decided to pick up an extra English class this quarter, and I’m wondering if I’m in over my head already. I’m in class at least four hours a day, with no break, and let me tell you that this does NOT make my belly very happy. By the end of my second hour and forty minute class, by stomach is ready to eat itself. This, naturally, results in that awkward, embarrassing belly growl that echoes throughout the entire room at the most inopportune moments. Not fun. For what it’s worth, though, I’ve been reading some awesome stuff lately!
Anyway, just wanted to check in.