We're going to the chapel....

So yesterday I had an appointment with Davids Bridal to try on wedding dresses. Emily finally convinced me to go, so I dragged her and invited my Mom to come along. (Also invited my sister but she's all "Grown up" and has one of those "Real Jobs" people keep talking about.)

Emily and I drove in my car and ended up arriving about 40 minutes early. We both forgot about breakfast so I bought us sandwiches at Jimmy Johns across the street. I seriously forgot how good Jimmy Johns is. And it really is, Freaky fast. You walk in and this chorus of "Hey!" "Hows it going" "Sup?" fill the air and its just a wee bit unnerving.

We headed to Davids Bridal and filled out the forms and then... It was time. I tried on a princess dress (When I get to my moms I will link to pictures.) and the train was far too long, plus it weighed about 50 lbs with all the stuff on the bodice.
I then tried on another princess dress, which I don't have pictures for, but knew I didn't like it.
Then I tried on my dress, WHICH YOU CAN SEE HERE. MEANING JOHN DON'T CLICK, and I loved it. It made me look skinny and tall and not to mention LIKE A PRINCESS!

But Emily and Mom insisted I try on other dresses. I think I tried about 15 on total, and by the end of it I was exhausted. We got the dress, the slip, the corset/bra thing, my Veil, Blusher and of course... MY TIARA, Because what princess is complete with out one?

Mom then signed up for the DB Credit card and bought the dress and all the fixins to go with it while Emily and I pondered Bridesmaid dresses. I have decided that we're going to do a black and White wedding, since we don't really know what month or season it will happen in. And then we can at least use whatever color from that season as accent colors and such. (See ma, I'm a girl sometimes!)

So all in all, I had an awesome day yesterday. Emily came over and I made us some pasta for dinner only to play BOOGIE SUPERSTARS for the next two hours. That game has started to be quite the work out.
I then finished my drink, had a few more, and went to bed. Dress shopping is TIRING.
This is why I prefer pants.

Oh, and apparently my ragged old Adidas Flipflop/Sandals are not appropriate Wedding wear :(

Just another day in para...para something.

It's late and I've been up for a very long time at this point. (since 7am, roughly) and so my ability to spell "paradise" (even if I just did it...hmm) is broken. Or something like that.
Today was a day that rivaled all other days. A day that will go down in history as "The day that Jen B. (That would be me, folks.) got an A+ on her Biology practical naming off part of not only the heart, but the eye, ear and brain as well. Go ahead, ask me anything. I'll tell you where it is and what it's called. I can even tell you what it looks like on a sheep!
You ain't got nothing on my bicuspid. (Booya!)

In other news, I have decided Alex and Emily will both be getting stories from me for Christmas. It's something I've been toying with in my mind for quite sometime but never really knew how to make it work. Well, I finally figured it out. I commissioned someone on Subeta.net to draw me pictures for Emily's story, and soon I will have to find someone to draw me pictures for Alex's story. I'm really excited and can not stop doodlilng and scribbling out lines to the stories. I'm such a nerd.

I finally picked out my wedding dress. The dress, the one I will get married in (Or someone will die.) It's amazing how that morning I am "Oh We'll get married when I wanna stop being a kid!" to "Talk to your damn father, I wanna get married." something as simple as fabric and sequins can make you sing a completely different tune in the matter of minutes.
It's a beautiful dress, and I'm going to look like a princess. Which has always been my goal... well that and a pony.

In other news, Walmart has yet to call me. I shall call them tomorrow morning and I swear to god if Andrea's friend Nick smoking pot in the same room as me causes me to fail my drug test and not get this job, I'm going to kill him. Kill him dead. DEAD.
I don't approve of it, and yet they do it with the baby in the room. I just.. Why bother not smoking or doing drugs while you're pregnant if you're just going to expose her of it right after she's born?

I feel a bit hypocritical saying that, but it's been bothering me for a while. Like, really bothering me. Part of me really wants to call child services and tell them whats going on, but another part of me thinks "Is foster care really going to do anything for this baby?" and If I take it... oh who am I kidding what the fuck am I going to do with a three month old infant? It would only make my brother and Andrea hate me, and quite possibly piss my father off as well.
I don't need family drama. I get enough of that at the dinner table.

God, when that kid is 15 and smoking pot and drinking... we'll all know why. The circle is only broken if your parents start you off the right way. Sorry Dad, but it's true. At least I got a break and moved out here so I wasn't watching anyone do anything. But Sandra? She's being immersed in it now, which means her chances of growing up to be someone successful? Slim to none. Lets just hope she not only looks like her aunt, but has the same brains her aunt does.