Okay, so I love Legend of Korra.
I have this thing now where I find myself loving super mainstream music, which would probably make my pretentious 19-year-old hipster self want to kill herself.
While listening to Joy Division, of course.
Don’t even worry about it.
…sucks giant balls.
I always said I’d never be one of those brides who complain publicly about having to plan a wedding, because seriously it’s annoying.
But here I am, complaining. I am going to attempt to express myself through excessive use of caps lock and also gifs.
When Sean and I first announced our engagement, we were in the “Nothing-Is-Bad-Ever!” stage, AKA “The-Calm-Before-The-Storm” stage.
Then people started asking me questions about the wedding. Things like “What are your colors?”, and “What kind of theme are you doing?”
The wedding still being like 6 months away, I sort of ignored all those things and slipped into a “Worry-About-It-Later” stage.
But of course, like always, it came back and backhanded me in the face about two months ago, causing me to enter into the “HOLYCRAPIVEPROCRASTINATED!” stage of planning…
…which led straight into the “Parents-Becoming-Emotionally-Invested-In-Every-Decision” stage.
And I’ve just barely crawled out of the “How-About-Let’s-Just-Elope-or-Fake-Our-Own-Deaths” stage…
…and just when I had a chance to catch my breath and maybe eat, I receive a baseball-bat to the kneecaps by the ”Paralyzingly-Stressful-Hell-On-Earth” stage. (SKY DARKENS, THUNDER RATTLES WINDOWS, KITTENS DIE)
I think I’m on the homestretch though (UGH WHY BASEBALL REFERENCES TONIGHT?!) and soon…soon I won’t have to worry about matching colors to other colors in any area besides art. Soon, so soon.
I’m just so excited to be married, you know? Just the planning and wedding thing is driving me mad.
NOTHING I DID TONIGHT HELPED ME WITH ANYTHING.
ME NEITHER I JUST MINDLESSLY DREW HP FAN ART