Wedding Update!

I have somehow managed, in the just-over-a-month that I've been engaged, to not do a single thing about actually getting married. I always knew I'd be really good at being engaged. I mean, all I have to do is walk around all glowy and perpetually ecstatic, telling and retelling the engagement tale with ever-increasing enthusiasm, and wear a gorgeous diamond. Super easy, right? Well, what no one tells you, is that the INSTANT you get engaged, you're supposed to start working. It is your new full time job to obsess about invitations and gowns and wedding blogs until you're just about ready to strangle yourself with that perfect shade of "borrowed blue" garter, or stab yourself in the eye with a personalized cocktail stir stick.

The "When's the date?" started literally moments after he proposed, I believe in response to a text message announcement. How the hell could we ever possibly even begin to know the answer to that question? What do people think? That I, while still cross-eyed and drooling on myself from the shock of the whole thing, was momentarily possessed and miraculously shouted MAY 27TH!!*? That every woman is born with a sleeping bride inside her, just waiting for the moment it can spring awake from its dormant state and take over—a nuptial-obsessed puppet master?

Maybe normal people do know these things instantly. Maybe people who have actually thought about getting married before being blindsided (happily so) by a sparkly rock and a delightful offer of being adored for the rest of their life tend to have an idea about dates and flowers and dresses and invitations.

Really, it just makes me want to roll over and take a big nap...

SO, I have decided to schedule a block of time every Thursday night to do wedding-y stuff, and I promise to post anything interesting.

As far as school is concerned: I'm super in love with it but it is SO MUCH WORK. I'm still doing really well, with my recent accomplishments being the concession that I have a good eye for design from someone I previously believed to be incapable of not being an ass, and yesterday I drafted my first ever floor plan. By hand. And I liked it.

I think I'm sick in the head.

But I'd take my Architectural Scale over a bridal bouquet any day of the week.

*So nowhere near the actual date.