Of all the things that have happened in the last week - I simply don't have the time to discuss them (other than with my imagenary friend). Last Thursday I got my wedding dress. Up until that point I had been planning a wedding, something my entire childhood had prepped me for but once I put on the large white bodiced dress - I was getting married. Overwhelmed by the onslaught of emotion and realization I had the option either to cry or vomit - I chose neither and quickly changed into something a little less opulent. This isn't my wedding dress (because that would be bad luck), this is the dress that overpowered me, that I only grabbed as a goof to laugh at and nearly lost my mind while wearing. The dress I chose is a secret and won't be revealed for another 3 weeks.

I have officially two more weeks until my senior theses are due. I am overwhelmed by the fact that in this instance there are no second chances. But I have two weeks and I am interested in my topic - so everything will dissolve or be resolved in the end.

There are blogs that I could write about the education of terrorism, the difference between joyful gunfire and protesting gunfire, deer and their general mutiny, or even the importance of choices. There are miles to go before I sleep. And all of my future plans are changing and morphing as I breath so I will return to blogger when I can.