Here I go planning weddings again...

Ughh. School, you piss me off.

I can tell it is late in the semester because I am completely literature-deprived. I just can’t seem to stop thinking about my utter infatuation with language. Shameful, I only know one foreign language, but I feel like I can redeem myself with it being the most beautiful existing one… Française. It seems I am craving a good read so badly that I actually am taking time to appreciate words that I get to use throughout my busy day. Exciting life, I know… Anyway it is only fair, since I know two languages, that I get to pick from the entirety of my vocabulary, what my favorite words are. Therefore, I can incorporate French at my leisure, but first comes what may be my favorite word.

1.Eloquent (Élle•ә•kwent): 1. Speaking or spoken beautifully and forcefully; said or saying something in a forceful, expressive, and persuasive way 2. Expressing emotion clearly; expressing a feeling or thought clearly, memorably, and movingly.
Only natural that I would love that word.

2. Appeler (á•pél•ay): French word meaning: To call or to name. This is mostly used in introductions, but is also used in a famous French saying; “Appeler un chat un chat” which translates as “To call a cat a cat” or in our words “ a spade a spade”
J’appelle (já•péll): I call. T’appelle: You call. S’appelle: He/She calls
Je m’appelle (jә•má•péll) : I call myself… Used in introductions
Ex) «Bonjour, Je m’appelle Haley. Comment t’appelle tu ? » (informal) Or « Comment vous appeler-vous ? » (formal) Both phrases mean : What do you call yourself ?

The reason this is my favorite word is, that when I hear someone’s name it is fun to try it on in french. It is really fun to do it when the name ends in Elle. Like “J m’appelle Annabelle!” “Elle s’appelle Isabelle!”

Okay, it literally does not matter what I do. I don't think I even really care what my room looks like, I just like to change it. Since I'm broke I'm gonna decorate a fake room.

Style number 1. Shabby Chic. This is my favorite. I have always loved classic looking rooms with a touch of trendy modern influences. At least that is what my mom says.

There is nothing I love more than clean strait lines and symmetry in a room. I think it calms me down.

Which brings me too my second favorite style. Number 2. Modern Modern Modern! So cool and quiet looking. No children live here.


The room of my dreams <3

Pink and Orange: my new guilty pleasure :)
Style Number 3. SEX DUNGEON
I am aware that this room is completely over the top. But seriously, you know you're thinking the same thing as me... SO SEXY. This boudior is for adults only. It looks like it smells like perfume. Know whate I mean?

Style 4. Doesn't every princess deserve it?


Your 4 year old has never been so excited to go to bed.

For a grown up princess. Looks so comfy!







Style 5. Misc.

The cool comfy look, with the modern monogram and bold pink pillow, and a very classic headbord with the bamboo shades and floral pillow. It's all my favorite things in one.

It is clear I really need to narrow it don a little when I'm actually planning a wedding.

Just Kidding... But Seriously.

One of my friends will be getting married soon. He technically hasn't asked yet and so she hasn't technically said yes. BUT he is ring shopping and will be asking very soon! It makes me excited. Anyway he is a big Lakers fan and joking suggested that they have a purple and yellow wedding. She wasn't too thrilled about the idea, but I think she is seeing it as an LA purple. I think if they did a Lavender wedding with some yellow accents then it could actually turn out very pretty. Now this is the twist. They are going to be getting married in kind of a hurry so it will most likely be a late summer/early fall wedding which aren't really good seasons for lavender and yellow. But here is another catch. There have been rumors flying about them possibly eloping and just having a cheap, non-formal ceremony/reception party thing. They could have that next spring and I think it would be very appropriate to have bridesmaids and they could just wear little lavender cotton sundresses. With yellow tulips. And the bride in a white knee length wedding dress with flashy yellow shoes. And lavender (the actual flower) in everyones hair. Matching boutinears (Sp?) And a simple white cake with lavender and yellow decor. They could have it outdoors with lights hanging up and a DJ/live music whatever they preference be. They could even jokingly have a Lakers cake as the grooms cake. Or they could have cute yellow cupcakes. They could have a very short non-technical ceremony-Just for the satisfaction of having one and then a huge party. They would get tons of gifts and it would be a very memorable night whether they were already married or not.

Blue skies shinin' on me, nothin' but blue skies is all I see.

It occured to me while reading my blog that I have not written any thing of consequence on here since... well, like, ever. But it's safe to say that alot has changed for me since then. Like for instance; I guess I am officially ETSU bound for the fall. I move in August which is an exciting change because it is a part of the plan and therefore doesn't flip me out like change usually does... Also, I no longer work at Ruby Tuesday, in fact, I have been at the soul-sucking abiss that I call my [new] job for almost a year now. It's hard to believe. Anyway, it is a gym and it is called Court South. And it's not what you're picturing, either. It's kinda like... gilded, if that makes since, because it's got National Fitness's name on it but once you actually go you realize that it is a shit hole. Kinda like a car with a great paint job that doesn't run or something. Anyway, that's my job; won't be for long though. Over the course of this blog I have also happily rid myself of the heavy, heavy burden that was my relationship, spent eight amazing months dating myself and loving myself and treating myself better than he ever could, all followed by [in]conveniently falling in love with the next poor shmuck that decided to try to make me happy. That's a joke. Not the new relationship part, the poor schmuck part. We are currently basking in the joy and excitment of new love and holding off on the more serious and less fun crap for a while. He is my cup of tea. His name is Collin Donoghue (great name) and he's perfect.

Oh, except one thing. It's Mackenzie's brother. It's been a long and windy road. I'll spare you the boring details but you should know things were fine, then a little rough, and now they seem to be on the mend. We'll see how it goes.

Then there was the biggest and most important change. I'm not really sure what you want to call it. It was an accident. It was on October 29, 2010. Seven months have passed and I have written nothing, not because it didn't matter, wasn't relevant, or I didn't want to talk about it. Actually, it is the one thing that is always on my mind. Always. I guess you could say a simple lack for words has caused me to just go on writing about something easier or more fun. It's not really a lack of words as much as it is the inability to put them into sentences with the kind of diction, tone, unity, emphasis, coherence, mechanics, organization (and any other writing element that you can think of) that would do any justice to the story. That would give reader an adaptation of the story that could remotely compare to the way it all actually happened. So you see the words are not the problem. They were actually really easy to come up with.

Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, Resignation.

Okay, I guess I can't take all the credit for that.

But they pretty much cover it. Except for the fear. There has been fear every step of the way. And a LOT of frustration.

Anyway, they say that God doesn't give you anything you can't handle. Let's just hope that is true. The worst part is that everyone feels this pain. Everyone is suffering, and there are no reasons, no answers. Nobody gains from this, nobody wins, everyone loses; there is no light at the end of the tunnle, and no way to get back what has been lost. And everyone has lost.

As far as I can tell, there is no apparent redemption for the past seven months and all that they have entailed and inflicted. No salvation. Nothing to look forward to. Just one punch in the gut after another. And, oh, how each one hurts!

Until next time...