I have, like, an uber shit-ton of stuff to do this week [Which I am TOTALLY not procrastinating on]. So, par for the course, my body gives out and I get a migraine [first one in like, a year]. That was Sunday night, and I'm still not at a 100%.

Grrr.

Onwards and upwards, I suppose.

"Not A Pretty Girl"

I am not a pretty girl
that is not what I do
I ain't no damsel in distess
and I don't need to be rescued
so put me down punk
maybe you'd prefer a maiden fair
isn't there a kitten stuck up a tree somewhere

I am not an angry girl
but it seems like I've got everyone fooled
every time I say something they find hard to hear
they chalk it up to my anger
and never to their own fear
and imagine you're a girl
just trying to finally come clean
knowing full well they'd prefer you
were dirty and smiling

and I am sorry
I am not a maiden fair
and I am not a kitten stuck up a tree somewhere

and generally my generation
wouldn't be caught dead working for the man
and generally I agree with them
trouble is you gotta have youself an alternate plan
and I have earned my disillusionment
I have been working all of my life
and I am a patriot
I have been fighting the good fight
and what if there are no damsels in distress
what if I knew that and I called your bluff?
don't you think every kitten figures out how to get down
whether or not you ever show up

I am not a pretty girl
I don't want to be a pretty girl
no I want to be more than a pretty girl

So I had a dream that it was Batman's birthday.
Not Bruce Wayne, but Batman.
He was driving around in a limo for some reason with Zoe Saldaña, who in turn, was talking about how completely and utterly awesome hamburger helper is [It SO is].
And Batman's all like "I have never had this hamburger helper you speak so highly of."
And Zoe was all like "WTF. I'm going to come over to your house and make you some."
And then I woke up wondering how people didn't figure out Bruce Wayne and Batman were one in the same because they share the same birthday.

I'd like to say I had this dream because I am sick, but this is pretty much the caliber of stuff that goes on in my brain on a nightly basis.

I then took a shower and forgot to wash my hair, which was pretty much the ENTIRE purpose of said shower.

Whatever.
Better luck next time.

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I woke up to Pearly sitting all prissy-like on Matt's pillow and STARING at me. After taking a few seconds to wake myself up, I reached out to pet her. She proceeds to pile drive and flop on to my hand. She convinces me to get up and feed her and Mandalei, and after doing so, I discover I am retarded and set my clock an hour later than it should be the night before. I say fuck it and go back to bed for another hour.

Just now, I went over to the couch for a minute to sit. Pearly sees this and jumps into my lap and demands teh pets. She also has been cuddling with Matt on the couch the past couple days.

THIS IS NOT NORMAL BEHAVIOR.

Usually we have to "force cuddle" the cats and they are all like "Noooo! Fuck this shit!" and then run away and climb into the ceiling.

I'm not complaining, I just find it odd.
I hope it's not the brain worms.

<.<;

( So, how was YOUR Weekend? )

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I don't understand this whole "home birth" fad right now. Screw that. When I have kids, it's going to be in a hospital and I am going to be hopped up on a boatload of pain meds.

It's the way god intended it to be.

- I wrote the ending to the story I've been working on. It's not anywhere close to finish but the ending was rolling around in my head and it needed out. It's sickeningly sweet and makes me want to puke all over my shoes. The story is a mix of Neil Gaiman's 'Stardust', The Discworld series, and the stories of King Arthur. So it all works out.

- Matt is growing his hair out for Locks of Love. He looks a little bit like Jesus more and more everyday. I'm wondering when little kids are going to come up and ask him if he's Jesus.

- Wedding blog has had first actually post. You can find it here: http://jenessamattwedding.blogspot.com/

- I have started my second term of college. I am taking medical terminology. This class is totally going to kick my ass. But in a really fun way. My main concern is that spelling in very important, and I am dyslexic. I say "Bring it on."

- This story scared the crap out of me. For realsies. http://www.ichorfalls.com/2009/09/18/the-cedar-cove-incident/

- Matt's sleeping on the couch and snoring. It is slowly driving me insane.


That's all for now.

5 years ago me & Matt went on our first-first date [It didn't go well as he decided to go back to his crazy ex].

On the 8th me & Matt will have been dating for 4.5 years.
People seemed to be amazed by that fact.
Even more by the fact that we're waiting til 2012 to have out wedding.
What? Dating for SEVEN years and not getting married? Are you INSANE?
It's a novel concept apparently.
Not to mention that fact he only asked me to marry him last December, a few month shy of our fourth anniversary.

But still, I've had a person actually say to me "I haven't even hit two years. I'll be married before that."
Really? That's a fact to be proud of?
Do you really know that person after a year and a half?
Not to mention the fact that the girl I was talking to was 20 years old at the time.
20 YEARS OLD!
Psh.

Then there's another one of my co-workers who whenever I talk about my wedding goes:
"Jenessa. That's SO long."
It's not really.
It's enough time to graduate, for Matt to graduate.
To get decent jobs.
To start a life instead of jumping in headfirst and floundering.
Excuse me if I don't want to go more into debt because of a WEDDING.
And god forbid I don't want to have our families pay for most of the wedding.
As much as I think "I wish I could get married sooner." [And I do wish that.] I know I'm making the right decision for waiting.

I'm happy with the way things turned out.

And I wouldn't change it for the world.