When I become a  real grown-up I'm going to have french tipped nails on a semi-regular basis and shop at Anne Taylor stores without feeling conspicuous. Until then, I'm content to wear french tipped nails when I have enough days off work to make it worth it and I'll continue to stock my closet with $9 Target tees. Vain and silly I know.

Currently I'm listening to a lil Matchbook Twenty and downing Pepsi like I like it something, which I don't.

Andrew sent me a bouqet of flowers since he had to work yesterday, let me tell you they are some gorgeous daisies!

I hope when/if I ever get pregnant that I never have to go on bedrest, because that doesn't sound like my idea of fun.

I get married in 42 days. OOOOooo!

Can I say that I really do enjoy my job? Because I do. Sometimes the evenings are rough, but then something will happen that knocks things back into perspective and I'm reminded that I picked this line of work, it wasn't a forced decision made out of the need for an income.

I just finished looking at my scrapbooks I made during highschool and realized two things:
1. I used to be pretty creative.
2. I used to be rather spontaneous- by that I mean, I used to wonder why people complain about the lack of things to do in this area, because I could always find something to do with friends. I miss being carefree like that.

Last week, after running outside with the dog, without water, or a cellphone, I came back to my house only to realize that I had not mastered the use of our new front door and successfully locked myself out. I managed to not only entertain myself until somebody came home, but do it all with a positive attitude. I was pleased with myself.

Looking at those pictures energized me, I think I'll go see about my bike. A bike ride would be nice.

I'm a college senior. For as big as I made college out to be, I don't feel like I really deserve the senior status. Apparently though, I do.

It's an odd concept to know dorm life is over. Another chapter in my life closed. Sad, but exciting when I think about the future.

I get married in 89 days. I tried on my wedding dress again to celebrate.

Sometimes, after I get off work, I hear call lights going off for several hours.
In my head.
I guess it would be considered one of those occupational hazards.

I didn't have a headache at all on Sunday while I was at work and on the way home, when I was reviewing the aweful evening, that fact drew me to tears. God is good.

I'm unpacked now at home.
Can I express how relaxing I find it to pack and unpack my things? Probably not.

It's been one week since my grandpa passed away. My parents are back in town as of yesterday, and tomorrow I think I'll be able to grieve freely.

I bought clothes and jewlrey this week like I have an endless supply of money.
I think it was me lashing out at grief.

There are two weeks of classes left. Wow.
Exciting, but I'm going to miss dorm life.

There are 111 days till I get married.

I got a phone call at 5:00 AM. It was very disorienting.

I lie down and sleep;
I wake again, because the Lord sustains me.
-Psalm 3: 5