Please, I need input on a short story I'm working on for a creative writing class.  I don't have a plot.  AGH.

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Okay.  So, I'm trying to pick out my wedding dress.  It's a nightmare.  I hate choices.

And my roomie keeps telling me "Don't go to Plus-Size sites because you will end up with a dress that looks like a Plus-Size dress."

I'm not sure if I agree... BUT, take a look at these and let me know what ya'll think:

I know two and three are quite similar... but that's a style I really like... eh, I hate decisions.

More to come... tell me what you think of these.

That's how I feel right now. I got the unofficial "Pass" on my boards yesterday. The official "Pass" is when I get my license in the mail (hopefully this week some time). As soon as that comes, I get to put "RN, BSN" behind my name when I sign things. And what does that make me? A registered nurse. But also a Rock Star.
I asked one of my coworkers if it really feels as cool as I think it will to sign her name with "RN." I fully expected her to say, you know, "Nah, no big deal, it's no different from GN [Graduate Nurse]." What she actually said was "yeah, it's pretty awesome. I feel like a way cooler person since I got my license."
I'm equating this transition to graduating from high school or a 21st birthday. Because even if nobody says they feel different, they do. They feel cooler. They are cooler. I am a cooler person because now I am a registered nurse.
Life is so sweet.

Matt: Are you implying I'm retarded?

Me: No! Remember I told you I don't like stupid people.

Matt: What if I'm a savant . . . at everything.

 

   In other news: I got a job offer Sunday! I was at work until 11:10pm last night and back in at 7am. Today my jeans split at the crotch at work and I don't know why or what I was doing when it happened...duct tape and a small apron that was in the breakroom saved me from having to buy new pants. In my sleep-deprived distraction I was about 4 inches shy from dumping half a water bottle on Katie. It ended up on the floor instead. She's lucky I wasn't standing closer, or I'd have been walking around in duct-taped pants and an apron for the rest of the day and her entire right side would have been soaking wet.

Since I, as I already whined about, get so much spam on my myway account, I think I'll regularly post my favorite ones. Todays:

"Get a bigger flute"

Apparently the spammers have decided that instead of advertising for "big P3n1s" or "pr0n" they're just going to call man parts after musical instruments. At least the flute comparison is better than the piano one from the other day.

"big your piano, be a real man"

Yeah...that was the subject heading of some junk email I got today. Actually, I've been getting so much spam from myway and, I suspect, lots of missing emails, that I've been thinking about changing providers. Any suggestions? I never used to have any email issues, but for about the past year I occasionally get emails at my school address that also have my personal address listed as a recipient, but I never got the mail at my myway address. Humph.

So I get stressed out and nervous very easily. Mild anxiety disorder? I wouldn't discount it. I hadn't been real anxious about anything since around the time school ended about a month ago because really, what has there been to stress me out? Once I discovered that I wouldn't lose insurance the minute I graduated I relaxed and got on with the job-hunting. ... Which has been going less than stellar.

I've already had many rejection letters/email, few of which were anything other than form letters, and several potential employers who I just never heard anything from, even when I called them first, sometimes several times. Getting a little discouraging.

Add to that being harped on by my parents every time I see them about it, throw in a little fear of having to move to Iowa, add just a pinch or two of I want to start planning a wedding but I don't have any money, and I've been getting a little anxious again. The more I think about it, the more my stomach turns. I have a phone interview tomorrow and I'm working on two projects for potential employers who want writing samples, one of which needs to be in Tuesday. My wonderful fiancee pretty much has a job in the bag...he's already been interviewed and offered, just needs to bench test on Tuesday before they talk about wages, etc. And no, it's not in Iowa. And he wants to take it. Which relieves a little stress. I really hate moving. Too much stuff to pack.

I just...really...need...a job! Which is not to put down Kohl's at all...but I cannot make a decent living there and I don't want a career in retail. It does things to people's minds. I'm really itching to start planning my wedding...and really nervous about actually starting. I have no idea what the budget will be and I don't have a color picked. Probably a shade of blue (my favorite). My mom still isn't keen (understatement) on me marrying Matt at all, let alone as soon as I want to. All of Jess's talk of wedding stuff and engagements (congratulate them for me, will you? I like your family...and your brothers' girlfriends) has got me really antsy and feeling like I need to start planning mine. And I can't set a date until we both have jobs. Which may be approaching very quickly. But still, I feel like I've just wasted an entire month I could be planning because I know I want to get married next May. Family politics suck rocks!

So, I was in Wal-mart this morning buying a new toothbrush (my mom gets her toothbrushes 2/$1; it is one of the things that I actually splurge on because, well, because having exceptionally clean FEELING teeth makes me happier) and I saw, get this, "Toothtunes."  Toothbrushes that play TWO FULL MINUTES of any number of songs, including "Let's Get It Started," by the Black Eyed Peas. The sound quality is better if you use optimal pressure.  I had a good giggle because I couldn't decide if this was complete GENIUS or completely ridiculous.
Then I realized that over the past few weeks (since I moved back in with my parents, since I started to reclaim my life for me and my children, since I stopped trying to fix the unfixable), I have been so much less DEAD. So much less numb. I have laughed more and louder and found things funnier and happier and been freer. But numbness is a defense - and an effective one. And having let go of that numbness, I am also a great deal sadder. And even though that completely sucks, it's also ok, good even.  Plus, I'm incredibly hormonally unstable (because pregnancy does that) which makes me cry more readily to begin with. ack. It's giving me a headache. 

The flurry of wedding planning and the excitement of getting engaged has my dear, beautiful sister Anna totally wrapped around the axel.  Now that she's got the church, the reception site, the dresses picked out, and has started distilling information about flowers and cake, it's slowed down a bit, but WOW, what a couple of weeks.
The direct result of this insane level of activity is that my three brothers (yes, all three of my younger brothers) have decided that it is HIGH time that they all get on the proposal bandwagon. I know lots of secrets, none of which I can spill here, but suffice it to say that there are at least three diamond salesmen who are, or will very shortly, be very very happy with themselves. I'm just a teeny bit torn between being ridiculously happy for all of them, and being a LITTLE bit cynical, because I will be officially divorced before any of my siblings is married. But it's mostly just cynicism about myself. I know they'll all be ridiculously happy. And yea! for them. But OH boy, life is going to be nuts for a while, what with all the wedding planning.

I got an email today inviting me to become a sales manager for a company that "...makes and delivers ancient furniture all over the world..." I laughed a lot at that one. Good luck with the whole making ancient furniture thing.