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I really hope you're all ready for the EXPLOSION of wedding related posts, because there's only 25 days until the big day and I still have SO MUCH TO DO.

So, of course, I'm going to post here instead of actually doing anything.

This past weekend I tried on my headpiece for the first time, had a hair trial, had my final dress fitting, made a seating chart (complicated by people not being sure if they can come yet, nor knowing how many of them are coming), ordered ribbon for the favors, made the favors (a hilarious endeavor, because Mom, Dad, Andrew and I were all in the kitchen, filling tiny maple syrup bottles with hot syrup. Somehow no one got burned.) and made a crucual centerpice decision.

The headpiece is beautiful and perfefct, which is amazing because we ordered it online, and from Bed, Bath, and Beyond (who knew they had headpieces? Ellen, that's who). My dress is pretty, but there's this weird wrinkle on the sides of it because I'm chubby and apparently have a short torso, and the seamstress has fixed it as much as she can. :( Mom's dress does the same thing, but in the back where it's not as noticiable. I'm hoping this won't show in the pictures.

The biggest thing we still have left to do is to decide on and then make reception decortions, because I only vaguely know what I want. Not sure when that's going to happen, but I did get some fancy paper at Michael's tonight.

Stay tuned for pictures! I'll post them as soon as Mom sends them to me.

Current Mood: tired

So, this happened last week when my parents were here, but I keep forgetting to post it. Anyway...

During our travels around Durham, we were stopped at a stoplight in front of a lingere store. The following conversation ensued.

Dad: Oooh, let's go there.
Mom: Yeah, you'd look cute in that.
Dad: No. Black isn't my color.
Andrew: They probably have it in red.
Dad: Yeah, that's better.
Me: What is wrong with you people?

Also, Freddie Prinze Jr. is on WWE RAW, and DAMN. He looks like hell! His hair is going grey! People, this is the guy I swooned over in She's All That (despite his HORRIFIC acting therein). When and how did I get so old?

P.S. Don't ask why I am watching RAW. Just know that they made jokes about Freddie being married to the werewolf killer, laugh, and call it a day.

Current Mood: shocked

While watching the news just now:

Dad: Look at that guy! He looks like he's on drugs!
Mom: He is! That's Phish.

Current Mood: tired

So, I'm going home to Rutland for Colombus Day break, and I would be there already if Professor Warren would have just cancelled Stats like I asked. I mean, Adolescent Development and Directing were both cancelled today, but no, I have to stick around for 2:30 Stats. Oh well.

We're apparantly having a garage sale this weekend, and I recruited Andrew to come help. It's going to be interesting, especially since Mom's not going to be there... Dad said if there was anything I wanted in the garage, I had to buy it. Fool. Also, does anyone else remember what happened the last time I tried to have a garage sale? With Hannah? No?

So, that's that. If you're in Rutland this weekend, or Monday or Tuesday, and you wanna chill with Andrew and me, give me a call!

Current Mood: blank
Current Music: Spring Awakening

This is me, sitting in my living room, freezing, feeling...odd, and not wanting to go pick up the pink room, because then I'll have to remember that Andrew was here last night, and now he's gone. :(

(Sidebar: if you aren't going to want to hear about how crazy I am about Andrew, you'd do well to stop reading this journal for the foreseeable future. He makes me so happy, and I'm going to talk about it.)

Anyways, in lieu of doing something useful, I'm going to babble!

( Cut for Baseball Babble (As Requested by Carmen) )

Current Mood: loved
Current Music: The Family Stone

Just so you're all aware, I will very shortly be sending my laptop in for repairs. Again.

Fortunately, my dad's spiffy new job came with a laptop, which I can use when he's not at work. So I will be around, just not as much.

So yeah. That's that.

You know what really pisses me off? When people don't pull over and stop for firetrucks/police cars/ambulances.

It happened on my way home from the store just now (I got ingredients for s'mores, which ROCK) and It's not ok.

I pulled over to let the firetrucks by, and people actually pulled around me and kept going. I wanted to get out and hit them. Who does that?

Maybe it's just cause my dad and uncle and brother are all firemen, but these people are risking their lives to protect the public, and the least you assholes could do is pull over for a second and let them by. Oh, and did I mention that it's the LAW?

And I don't care how many lanes there are, or how far away the vehicles in question are, you see flashing lights, you pull to the right and stop. That's it, end of story.

Grrrrr.

Current Mood: angry

A bunch of us went to see Enchanted tonight, and without spoiling anything... EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

I loved it. I mean, it was predictable, and there were a couple of parts that stretched my suspension of disbelief to the breaking point, but I still loved it. It was Disney, making fun of Disney, and yet still being Disney. And Jodi Benson was in it, so I was sold.

It was a fairy tale. Only cooler. And funnier. I... I can't convey what I want to. Just go see it.

P.S. It's 12:30 and my dad, who never stays up past 11 or reads, is awake and reading Death Hallows right now. Because he is awesome.

ETA: Paige O'Hara played the girl in the soap opera that the prince and Nathaniel watch in the hotel room. Thank you Wikipedia.

Current Mood: indescribable

My father was just talking to me about how the guys on the radio show he listens to on his way to work were discussing Star Wars this morning. More specifically, they were talking about how Princess Leia has a fluctuating British accent in the movies.

I would like to take this moment to say, with complete confidence, as a woman who has seen the Star Wars OT hundreds, if not thousands of times, Princess Leia Organa Skywalker Solo never had, does not have, and never will have a British accent.

Carrie Fisher is from Beverly Hills. Just because she talks like a princess would talk, which means that she annunciates and uses impeccable diction, and just because she speaks like an intelligent and refined person, does not make her speech British.

Furthermore, George Lucas has no regard for accent continuity in the OT, nor does he need to. We're talking about a galaxy he created in which the human stars come from many different planets. There is no reason for his Americans to put on fake British accents, nor for his Brits to dispose of theirs. Obi-Wan Kenobi (Alec Guinness) has a British accent. Princess Leia (Carrie Fisher) does not. C-3P0 (Anthony Daniels) has a British accent. Luke Skywalker (Mark Hamill) does not. End of discussion. (And we're not even going to go into the accents in the prequels here, because this discussion of Princess Leia need not involve them.)

Like my mom said, I am the expert. No, I don't know every single thing about Star Wars, but I do know a lot. I love the movies mainly for their dialogue, and I know most of it by heart. Therefore, I say once again, Princess Leia never had a British accent.

Thank you and Goodnight.

ETA: Heh. Look at my LJ username. I AM THE PRINCESS LEIA AUTHORITY!!! BOW BEFORE ME OR PERISH!

Current Mood: irritated

My dad's family is so weird. I love them, but they're so weird.

It was my dad's birthday yesterday, and mom had his sister Carol, and his brothers Joey (and his wife Rose) and Leonard over, and we had cake, and it was so hopelessly random, and oh Heather and Emalee, I wish you guys had been there.

I almost killed Aunt Carol though. We do not agree on...well...anything. Homosexuality, premarital sex, abortion, the war in Iraq, all of those topics came up last night, and we argued about all of them. The only thing I admire about her is how fervently she believes in what she believes in. She's completely devoted to her beliefs, which is something not even I can claim. It's both amazing and extremely irritating, because it also means that she won't listen to any opinions not in complete accordance with hers. I finally left the room, and was extremely tempted to find some slashy Remus/Sirius stuff on my laptop and when anyone was like "what are you doing?" I'd have been like "looking at gay porn."

But I didn't. Cause it's just not worth it.

On the bright side, mom made artichoke dip, which is THE BEST THING EVER, and we had cake and Joey and Rose are great to listen to, and I took four pictures of my dog cause I could, and yeah.

In conclusion, it was definately worth the drive home.

Current Mood: tired
Current Music: TV

I really really REALLY need to get a life.

Thank God Hannah is coming tomorrow, because I actually went to Home Depot with my father tonight, just so I could get out of the house. (And if you know my father, the construction worker, you know that a 5 minute trip to Home Depot can easily become a 3 hour trip. Yeah)

Fortunately, (for me, not for other people) there was a fire that he had to rush off to, so we were only there for like 10 minutes.

And I changed my icons, yet again, because I AM SO BORED.

Current Mood: bored
Current Music: TV

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Current Mood: thankful
Current Music: Hmmmmm

I guess I just don't have it in me to go on about my Fall Break and its extreme awesomeness, but let me just say I SAW BECKY AND JANEEA AND I LOVE THEM BOTH!

Oh, God, and apple picking with my family? Always an adventure. I love them all so very very much. For example:
Dad: *tries, and fails, to give directions*
Mom: Why are you such a fuckhead?

They've been married 30 years this May. That's all I'm saying.

Heh, and we went to see the geese (up near Middlebury somewhere), and it was one of Dad's Wild Goose Chases (TM) LITERALLY.*

What else's been up? Ummmm...

Oh, in Psych we learned about this researcher from JOHNS HOPKINS who lost his professorship-ness because he used unethical methods, and also because he left his wife for his research assistant who he later married. (What a legacy your school has Hannah, what a legacy.)

That's all I have the energy for right now. It's time for bed because I have a big philosophy test in the morning. Oh joy, oh rapture.

*I'm going to assume, since you all didn't grow up with my father, that none of you get this. So let me explain. All the time when we were younger, my dad would hear about a place/event/waterfall/building that he thought we should all go see. So we would plan, or sometimes improv, these car trips to wherever he had in mind. Only, my dad has pretty much no sense of direction, and is usually in the wrong lane, literally and metaphorically. So we would always end up driving around for hours, having no idea where we were or how to get to where we wanted to be, but we would somehow always end up there eventually/miraculously. And these outings came to be know as Dad's Wild Goose Chases. And we went to see geese. Get it now?

Current Mood: tired
Current Music: Kirstin's Radio Show

Oh my God.

I just went to see Bob Saget at UVM.... HOLY SHIT.

Not only is he hysterical, but he's dirty. He swears and he talks about sex and beastiality and how bad America's Funniest Home Videos was and how he slept with Kimmie Gibbler (and also possibly Uncle Jesse) and how Danny Tanner is not gay, and OMG. It was amazing. I'll never look at Full House the same way again.

And the guy who played Joey? Shaves his balls. Just so you all know. Bob Saget said so.

Oh, and he also talked about today's number one current event: STEVE IRWIN FUCKING DIED. What the bloody fucking fuck? I was in such shock, I'm not even kidding. I feel like the world is very slightly off its axis now. (See, confidentially, I always had a secret dream of going to Australia and working with him and Terri at his zoo. AND NOW HE'S FUCKING DEAD. HOW AM I GOING TO WORK WITH HIM IF HE'S DEAD?) And he has a little girl and a 3 year old son and how do you explain to them that their father got killed by A FUCKING STINGRAY? IN THE HEART? Stupid stingray.

That's seriously like gotta be a one in a million shot.

At least it wasn't a crocodile.

But in all seriousness, I liked him and I liked his show and I liked his wife and I liked his kids and I liked his zoo and I loved his passion, and yes, he was nuts but in a good way, and I didn't even know him and I miss him.

Goddamn it.

Fucking Stingrays.

On a lighter note, I went to the fair yesterday with my dad. I love my dad. And he loves the fair, so we had a wonderful time. We ate, and looked at sheep, and watched pigs race, and ate some more, and went on the ferris wheel, and got licked by cows, and ate, and saw the GIANT pumpkin, and petted rabbits, and walked through all the buildings, and ate, and it was nice.

Dad: I've never seen a cow before. You?
Me: No, never.

Lastly, it can't be a good sign when the food serving lady says "Don't fight girls, it's only Alliot." If the people serving the food don't think it's good, that doesn't instill much confidence in those of us that have to eat it.

Current Mood: melancholy
Current Music: One Headlight - The Wallflowers

So we went out to dinner at Cafe Provence in Brandon tonight to celebrate Heather's birthday (August 30) and Eric's (September 1) and it was a classic Denardo get-together.

After arriving in shifts, Heather spilled her lemonade. Everywhere.

Then my mother asked my brother if he was playing the bagle this year. (She meant bugle, but that makes almost as little sense because he plays the saxophone. I blame the martinis.)

And they had the cutest little salt and pepper shakers there, so Heather and Emalee each stole a pair. Aided by my father. We are all insane.

But I had duck, and it was very very good. We joked, and we laughed, and we were extremely random, and I love my family.

And now, my house is full of young teenage boys, and they are all football players, and they are HUGE and I am not exaggerating.

In other news, the Dog Team Tavern burned to the ground the other night. How random is that?

Current Mood: mellow
Current Music: Dirty Jobs

Ok. I had this dream last night, and it's sort of bothering me, so I'm going to write it down and maybe that'll help. I don't usually remember this much of my dreams, but this one's sticking with me for some reason.

( Cut Because It's Long and Freaky )

Isn't that the most wacked out thing you've ever heard? It's still kind of creeping me out, but I can't help thinking at the same time that if I edited it together so that it made sense it would be a truly kick-ass story. Of course then I'd have to come up with a good ending...any suggestions?

Current Mood: bouncy
Current Music: TV

Ladies and gentlemen, yesterday, history was made.

I went on a upside-down roller coaster.
Because Janeea is awesome and talked me into it.

(Ok, so it was only the Steamin' Demon at The Great Escape, but it was a big deal for me, and upside-down is still upside-down.)

Yeah, so, Neea and Dad and I went to The Great Escapse for the Fourth, and it was wonderful. See, no one goes on the Fouth, cause they're all out barbequing and stuff, so we didn't have to wait in line for ANYTHING. (Well, except the Nightmare, but I never thought I'd go on that anyways, so I didn't mind.)

And I went on the Comet and the Rainbow (twice) and a bunch of other things. YAY ME! We watched one of the diving guys LIGHT HIMSELF ON FIRE and then jump into the water, and we saw the Blues Brothers. Neea and I went in lots of little houses, and just generally acted like kids. It was a REALLY good day.

CAUTION: ***EXTREMELY GIRLY MOMENT TO FOLLOW***

They had people dressed as Superheroes walking around (but not Superman...WTF?) and I umm... how do I put this delicately, AM IN LOVE WITH AQUAMAN, HIS TRIDET, AND ESPECIALLY HIS BOOTS.

Yeah.

Then I went to see the fireworks, and honestly, talking to Sam was more exciting. I am a bad person. I just wasn't into them this year. (Though that may have been because of the BUGS THAT KEPT CRAWLING UP MY SHORTS.)

P.S. This entry is specifically ignoring the travesty that used to be Jungle Land, the destruction of the purple cow, and the slow but sure transformation of The Great Escape into Six Flags. As am I.

Current Mood: apathetic
Current Music: Jimmy Neutron

I AM THE QUEEN OF THE PHOTOCOPIER! YOU MUST ALL BOW TO MY SUPERIOR BUTTON PUSHING AND PAPER LOADING SKILLS! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

(In case you couldn't tell, all I did today was make copies. For three straight hours. Which isn't as bad as it sounds, cause it's not exactly a lot of work. More a lot of standing around and occasionally swearing under your breath at inexplicable paper jams.)

Yesterday Heather and Emalee came over for a quiet little barbeque. That was nice. We were going to go to Taco Bell today, but the trip got pushed to tomorrow. That's ok. It's going to rain like never before in a little while anyways.

In other news, I love deviled eggs.

Know what I don't love? Being sick, which I currently am. I went out for ice cream with Em last night and I was like "You know, I bet this would be really good if I could taste it," which I couldn't. Fucking cold.

But it did give me an excuse not to help dad nail things or cook dinner last night.

Heh.

P.S. HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHRIS A!

Oh shit, it's thundering, but I remembered what I wanted to ask you guys: Emalee told me Encore did a train? I want to know who was involved and where it is and I wanna see it!

Current Mood: sick

You ever get to that point where you're just so physically exhausted that absolutely everything is not just funny but so hysterical you laugh so hard you cry?

And I mean EVERYTHING, like things that are just not even really that funny, (like four livejournal posts in less than four hours) but you laugh like a lunatic anyways because you're so tired that they seem hysterical?

Well, I'm totally there.

I just told my dad, when he said it would have been smarter to put the waste basket close to me so I could throw my mound of tissues into it instead of on the floor: "Yes, but sadly that didn't happen" and then laughed about it for 5 minutes.

In fact, I'm still giggling.

I must be getting sick, because besides the mound of tissues I seem to be slightly hysterical.

I'm wet, I'm in pain, and I'm still hysterical! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

Good God, I need to go to sleep.

Current Mood: Hysterical

Ok, ummmm there were a bunch of things I wanted to say... ummm... I wrote this down somewhere, wait... Oh yeah!

So yesterday's Intro to Lit class was more like Offend Megan 101. First this girl was going on about how she was going down to Castleton College, and how it was a total "shit-hole" and they didn't have anything there, and I was like "Excuse me? My cousin goes there and it is not" only not because then I would have had to admit that I was listening in on their conversation... In the middle of the classroom. It's not like they were trying to be discreet or anything... But I wasn't really mean to be included. It's not even my college, but it bothered me.

Then we read this poem about the "common man" and it talked about masons and carpenters and hatters and working class jobs, and this one girl said basically that those were all shit jobs and no one wanted them anyways and they sucked. Now, my father is a carpenter, and he loves it. All he ever wanted to do was work with his hands and build things. And so I said that there are people who enjoy making something for a living and like working with their hands, and all I got was a shrug. Goddamn small minded rich people.

But that night at rehearsal Andrew came onstage in his plumber role (for which he's supposed to show off a little butt crack) with his pants almost fully down his butt and showed us all his "hairy ass." I'm scarred for life now, but in a good way. Oh, and his girlfriend was there too. She was sooooooooooo red. Hahahahahahaha!

Matt! You'll be pleased to know that I finished Heir to the Empire today. Go me!

This cut is for Erin, but you're all welcome to click it and see just what you're missing on P-Day. (That's the carnival thing I was going on about in my last post.)

( Erin! Click Here! )

That's all for now kids!

Current Mood: busy
Current Music: Peeps Outside

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