Posts Tagged: wedding

St Louis Wedding!

My best friend from college got married today. Can’t write too much because I’m on a break from the photo shoot, but… it’s hot. Thank God for air conditioned rooms. Congratulations, S&S!

Bed is more interesting than packing.

Just got home from a comedy show featuring the lovely Amy Schumer, and I still have to pack for my trip tomorrow. Come on. Would you expect anything less by now? I got my nails done today, and that’s about it. I already chipped them (that spells accomplishment, if I do say so myself). Oh. I’ve checked into my flight, too. I’M DOING WELL, FOLKS. … Whatever. Bed is more interesting than the panic rush at 3:30am hoping that I didn’t forget anything before I rush off to work. St. Louis, I’ll be in your city tomorrow! Readers, get ready… I’m not done yet.

A Woman’s Right to Shoes.

With a few days to spare, I still hadn’t found shoes for the wedding I’m standing up in this weekend. I went to two stores yesterday – Target and Payless – hoping to find something cute and cheap; alas, it was not to be. A word about me. I – no self-deprecation meant here – truly am clueless when it comes to fashion. I sort of care, but not enough. I will wear winter jackets and flip flops. I wear green and purple together and I don’t even know if they match. I am a jeans and t-shirt, hair-in-ponytail kind… I’m not done yet.

And then I couldn’t fit into my bridesmaid’s dress.

Tonight, I ended the standstill I had going with trying on my bridesmaid’s dress. I have had the dress for about a month. I didn’t go to get it altered. Why? Because I knew I was fat, that’s why. On top of swearing too much, I also eat too much. Conversely, sometimes I forget to eat. In health speak, this equates to a giant frowny face that means “this is why you’re fat.” If I were trying to be positive, I would say, “Well, Amanda, you’re not obese! You have boobs! You sometimes work out! And every now and then… I’m not done yet.

Ho Hum.

I’ve been neglecting Beattie, only because I can’t find the book anymore. My days, lately, have been concerned with G(ing)TFO. I sorta solved my problem from yesterday, but it’s going to take a lot of money (and time, a whole lot of precious time). The new management said that the current tenants are moving out tomorrow at 1, and I could get my keys at 6p. I couldn’t find a mover in such short notice, so now I’m moving out Saturday. To stay two extra days in my apartment, I have to pay $62. To use movers, I anticipate $400…. I’m not done yet.