It’s that time of year when people keep asking the same questions that you quickly grow tired of hearing. That’s not to say they’re bad people. They’re not. And a lot of them are not bad questions. Some are.
This probably isn’t a problem for most people. But for me, it’s horrifying.
There’s a few things you have to get if you have any hope of truly understanding me. They’re not new developments, not something I’ve gradually grown into. They’re part of my nature. They’re not optional.
- I am an introvert.
- I hate change.
With the first in mind, it’s easy to see why I’m stressed out with people consistently coming up to me and asking me questions. Being social stresses me out. I’m incredibly awkward and I never know what to say and even if we’re friends, my pulse will always start racing whenever any kind of attention is drawn to me.
But I’m a transfer student, meaning my short time on this campus is complete. In a few months, I’m moving to a all-new town to attend an all-new school. And so the cycle repeats.
(Luckily I’ll be there a bit longer and with my darling husband-to-be, so it won’t be so bad.)
Of course I don’t have my wedding planning done. Thanks for the reminder.
- I found out today that wedding insurance exists. I’ve never been more appalled with humanity.
- That’s a bit of an exaggeration. But still, who needs wedding insurance?
- “Oh, it’s raining–guess we can’t get married today.”
- I think American society pays too much attention to weddings and not enough to marriage.
- I don’t care what my flowers look like. I care about marrying the love of my life and being the best wife I can be for him.
- A perfect wedding does not equal a perfect marriage.
- If you have the money to spend lavishly on a dream wedding, fine. But we don’t, and we’re fine with that, so you should also be fine with that. There’s too much pressure on throwing the most extravagant wedding ever. It makes me sick. The expectations are unreasonably high.
- Why can’t we all just go, get married, have some cake, and be on our merry way? Like a birthday party, except with vows and commitment and stuff.
- I never want to have another wedding again.
- My computer just crashed. And I have a headache.
- Fun fact: I almost never get headaches. The one I have now is more like dizziness from the caffeine I’ve just ingested. Generally, I only get real headaches when I’m overexposed to loud, talkative people.
- I often forget that I have awkward, grotesque double-jointed arms that naturally curve in weird directions. This often ruins photographs, like the one above.
- I spent the day reading the first 200 pages of The Hunger Games.
- I only set out to read the first few chapters to refresh myself for my book review, but I couldn’t put it down. I haven’t been able to read an enjoyable book in a very, very long time.
- You might think: But Emily, you’re an English major. You must read all the time!
- Answer: Exactly. I read all the time. Required reading.
- I tend to not like classic literature. But with 6 upper-level English electives, I don’t have time to read anything for leisure.
- So I took a little time today to kick back and dive into the arena with Katniss. Because it’s the Saturday before finals and I do what I want.
- Also, I’m an uncommonly slow reader. It’s an ongoing problem with me and my major. I had hoped I would overcome it with more experience with reading, but nope. I still read at the pace of a 5th-grader.
- I love this font, but I hate how it looks italicized. And I tend to want to put everything in italics. So when that happens, I have to take it to Word and change the font to Constantia, which is similar, but looks exponentially better italicized.
- Sonnets are hard to write. And I have to have 6 of them done by Tuesday. Along with those book reviews.
- This is going to sound selfish, I realize. And I probably won’t be able to say it right, which will only make it worse. But here’s the deal: members of my family have been complaining about my graduation. Because it’s at 10:00 in the morning. Now, I realize that this is an inconvenient time when you live 3 hours away and can’t get off the night before. I realize this means you will be waking up at 6 AM on a Saturday. My condolences.
- But it’s kind of a slap to the face.
- I’m sorry to inconvenience you with my college graduation?
(The Legend of Korra Book One Soundtrack)