"It's a nice day for a..

..white wedding!"

I went to a family wedding on Saturday night and had a blast!

I have to admit, I wasn't looking forward to attending. For some reason I always dread going to family functions, even though I have a blast every time. I just need to remind myself that I will have fun.

Anyways, the wedding was very pretty. I really liked the bridesmaid dresses. Zac looked freakin' studly in his uniform. The South 40 is a great venue. Andrea was beautiful. Whoever did all of the girls' hair should be complimented too.

At first I was overwhelmed because I felt like I didn't know anybody there. I mean, I should've known a lot of people there because they were relatives but I didn't. Do you ever have random people come up to you and say, "Oh my goodness, look how big you've gotten! I remember when you were in diapers!"? Well, that sort of thing happens to me a lot. So I stood around thinking, "Great! I'm supposed to start up a million little small-talk conversations with people I don't even know!"

Never has Evan's absence seemed more pronounced than Saturday night.

But pretty soon I got into things. I found that I knew plenty of people and I had a lot of fun. Things especially picked up speed when the dancing started.

At my wedding dancing will be a must. Everyone has a good time when they let loose and have fun on the dance floor.

Well, anyways.. fun evening. fun company.

Congratulations to Zac and Andrea!

Alright, so here's the truth

Well actually, where to start?

I've gone and found myself in a pickle. Which, might I add, doesn't actually need to exist! Leave it to the people with long hair to make problems where there shouldn't be any....

The title I wanted to give this post is "BLOODY HELL!" But I decided those probably aren't nice words to say.

So the truth is, I prefer to keep my trap shut. It seems every time I go telling people how I really feel, what I actually think, it ends up turning into a big fiasco. One of my favorite proverbs is "The best way to keep a secret is to first keep it yourself" because everyone has a confidant.

But I guess if you keep me up late enough I start babbling like a drunken idiot. I'll tell you anything you want.

(Though normally that's something I like about the night time. Things seem clearer. People are more open. Talking comes easier.)

But most of the time I prefer to keep my trap shut.

"You lie by omission"

I'm up too late.

Lame, this all sounds like some sort of Jr. High drama.. I just mind my own business. I'm not going to get caught up in silliness. It's never ending, it seems some people can't live without it. But I don't care, just frustrated, that's all.

Guess What!

I found the Brown Notebook!

I'm so excited!

But guess what else. There are still a whole bunch of blank pages that need filling! Anybody itching to add something?

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