Bitter women
10:45 a.m. - 2004-08-14

I�m getting really antsy with school starting and then I�m moving and ahhh! I�m at work on a Saturday because I�ve been doing nothing during the week. I�m still not doing anything right now. I should be doing things, but I�m not. However, I will not sit here and do nothing today.

It�s not that I don�t do anything, I mean, I do work, but I don�t finish everything and that�s what I want to do everyday. But today, I will clear out my desk. My supervisor is always moving my things and leaving things behind and just causing havoc on my desk. Her desk looks like a hurricane went through it and she thinks everyone�s should look the same.

Anyway, I just remembered about the last few comments I�ve received when its been said that I am engaged. The first one is from my soon-to-be roomie's aunt. We went to the beach last Sunday and I was sitting there reading Let�s Elope. Carolina�s aunt filled Carolina in on the gossip, after hours of talking; she went to immerse herself in the lovely Texas Gulf water. I mentioned some of the traditional wedding stats I had read to Carolina and she�s like, �Is that what you�re reading, a wedding book?�

I nodded yes and kept reading. Carolina�s aunt came back and continued with the gossip. The gossip wheel got to her daughter and she was making fun of the engagement ring she had been given a long time ago. And Carolina said something about her looking at my ring and then told her I was engaged and she said, �She can�t be. That�s not true.�

I said nothing and continued reading my book. �She is, didn�t you see her ring,� said Carolina.

�I did, but she can�t be.�

�Why not?�

�She�s too young.�

Somehow, I don�t believe that�s true. I think she thought I couldn�t get engaged because I�m overweight. God, why would anyone even pay attention to me? Haven�t they seen my in a bathing suit because she has and good God, it�s disgusting.

The other comment came from Carolina�s mom who is visiting for the next two months. When Carolina told her I was engaged over lunch yesterday, she said, �Good luck.�

But not in the way you tell people good luck, it was more in the �been there and it�s not great� kind of way. I know Dan the Man�s and I aren�t perfect and our relationship could use some maintenance here and there, but I love him and I do want to marry him. Besides, I know we�re going to fight like there�s no tomorrow when he wants to watch football the entire weekend and I want to go out shopping. I know I�ll scream at him, storm out of the house, plan his murder in the car and head to the mall. But I also know that when I get back home, he�ll tell me he�s sorry and I�ll do the same and we�ll make up. I think they call this being hopeful.

back || forth

Getting linked and saying adios - 2005-01-28
What's going on... - 2005-01-26
Fixed - 2005-01-21
Sex ed - 2005-01-19
And still on the same subject - 2005-01-18