Okay... this might be TMI for some, but oh well. Just a question/observation. When a woman has PMS, she is generally more sensitive to everything, but every woman is different. So my question is, does the fact that a woman has PMS make those feelings any less real? Just because I can see myself being more easily mad, annoyed, sad, lonely, and needy during this time, does it mean that my feelings don't matter because they are enhanced by my hormones and, therefore, not "real"? I think that society has definitely created a negative connotation with PMS. I mean, my own first thought when I think of PMS is, "uh oh," and I think it's safe to assume that that's true for mostly everyone else too, especially men. I mean, for years PMS and a slew of other ailments were considered "hysteria" when they afflicted a woman. On a much smaller scale, I still think this is true. Being asked if you have PMS when you're angry or otherwise emotional is one...
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Have you all seen Breaking Dawn: Part I ? The whole Twilight saga is one of my guilty pleasures because I realize how ridiculous it is. I drag Philip to see them with me in the theater. The story lines aren't that great (though I couldn't come up with anything better) and the acting could definitely be improved upon (though it's getting better). The one thing I will credit the movie franchise with is good song choices. Listen to this song and maybe even look up the lyrics to it. It's in Breaking Dawn and is the perfect song for where it shows up in the movie. It is beautiful. I wanted so badly to have this song that I bought the whole Breaking Dawn soundtrack because I couldn't buy the individual song. It makes me cry because of its beauty.
I've been looking for a new bag for awhile, but haven't been able to find one that I love. I wanted one with a long strap that I could wear cross-body, which made the search all the more impossible since cute bags are mostly shoulder bags or totes. But then I saw this one... ... and I fell in love a little. It looks a little small in this picture... ... but upon further investigation at Zappos, I learned that it's actually bigger than it looks. I love the color and I love that it looks sort of like a messenger/saddle bag. I wish it had a little fringe on it, but I'll survive. It was a bit of a big purchase expense-wise, but I haven't splurged on a good piece of clothing/accessory for awhile. Yay--can't wait for it to come. I hope I love it as much in person!
(Okay... I wrote this entry last night and apparently it didn't save, so here we go again!) My aunt got her bridesmaid dress yesterday! I love it and she looks so great in it! I'll go with Brooke and the flower girls in a couple weekends to choose their dresses. It's all coming together! And I finally got pictures of ME in my wedding dress!
I had a very vivid dream last night that I was (sorry, Philip) dating (sort of?) a guy from the show True Blood who I sort of have a celebrity crush on. We walked into my old bedroom at home and on my bed was a transcript from Heartland, which showed that I took a couple developmental math classes my freshman year. He saw them and he's like, "I'm not going to date someone who's stupid!" and he walked out. I followed him out and we argued and argued and I'm like, "I have a Master's degree! I'm not stupid!" I couldn't convince him that I wasn't an idiot, though, and he left. My mom was there and I was really upset. I felt like I was 14 again. It was one of those stupid "heart breaks" where you feel like it's the worst thing to ever happen, when it doesn't actually even matter in the grand scheme of things. And then things changed, though I was back in my old bedroom at home. Outside of my window there was a buffal...
I just had a really hard time. We got our engagement pictures back yesterday and I did a bad thing. I found a way to save them without permission from the photographer. And then I posted them on facebook without the photographer's watermark. I know that's a big no-no since it's their business and it's copyrighted, but I was just so excited and had to share with everyone, but I didn't want to give everyone the password to our album on the photographer's website; I only wanted to post the ones that I really loved. So I just copied them in my sneaky way and posted them. But Philip made me feel bad about it and then Hannah made me feel bad about it, so I just deleted the album. With all the comments and likes from everyone. *sigh* I know it doesn't matter that much (deleting the album), but it still makes me sad. I should've just been patient, because Karen made a post with 20 pictures last night and I think pretty soon we'll get a cd with all of...