Where You Going With The Mask I Found?

Dear lord, if it isn't one thing, its another. My roommate is moving out, I'm financially desperate again and my student aid got mixed up, sent to another Alecya that goes to my school with my exact name [how is that possile?] and I'm a sitting duck right about now. I've been having these dizzy spells and suspicions are riding high that I am a Type 2 diabetic. As if things couldn't get worse for me medically. A visit to the doc is going to sort it all out. Oh. And FAMILY RESTAURANT fired me. Finally. But I've got another job. So its cool. I was on my way out the door anyway.

But! Otherwise, I suppose, things aren't too bad. I'm getting ready to sell the truck. [I think I said that last month] and I am going to sell the house. So I'll be out from under two financial burdens right there.

I'm in the process of not obsessing over the wedding. Which can't officially be "The Wedding" until Plush proposes, which may not be soon since he can't find a ring he likes. Still, he's always coming up and going "How do you feel about sushi at the cocktail hour?" or "I was watching Platinum Weddings the other day, I don't think I like all the red. Its too loud. What do you think of pastels?" So I think its fair to plan, don't you? I hope so, this weekend I'm going shopping for dresses with my and his mother. I've found one I'm rather fond of, and I think it suits me. You tell me....

I think its lovely, and its got the black detail available. And I've been dying to have black detailing in my dress. I like the look a lot. But, my aunt Preistess made me promise not to just try that one. So I've got to try on a whole lot of them before I decide on just one. But this one is the front runner for sure.

I have a whole bunch of other ones I've seen that I like, the trouble is most of them run the $1000 to $3000 range, which, as you might imagine, is a bit out there for me. Actually, I'm in a bit of sticker shock, the budget, as of now, is somewhere in the range of $13,000. Which, of course, means I will only have to figure out a way to save three hundred or so a month the next two years. His family is helping out too, which is very sweet. I think we've got a good thing going, really. I'm creative, and I think we'll be able to come up with something lovely. We've decided for around fall 2009. He'll be ready to graduate then, and I'll be getting there. Its a good time to start a new life, I figure.

In the meantime, I'm still trying to devise a way to break it to [not] Beloved that I've found the person of my dreams. She's already haveing fits that I am dating "a stinky boy" as she so elegantly phrases it. I'll never hear the end of it. Not that it matters, its my happiness, right? Still, I am already tired of the jokes about me being strait all along. I find it odd, especially because it shouldn't offend me. Seeing as how I am, now, technically strait, and will be for the rest of my life.

I know you lot are probably, being the protective lovelies you are, wondering how I can be so sure about Plush when I've just had a 5 year relationship flushed down the tubes a little over 8 months ago. I'll say this. I love him. I really, really love him in a way I am not even sure I understand. He makes me feel things I never felt with anyone, not with Beloved or with any other person, male or female. I'm safe when I am with him and I can't stand to be without him. He compliments me, he feels like a part I've been missing all along. I talked to him the other day, asked him if it worried him that we were jumping in feet first and not bothering to look below. He said exactly what I feel, which is, no, I know I should be, but somehow, I'm not. Somehow, I feel like this is exactly what should happen. And for once, my family is right behind me on this, and his family is too. All of his family. His brother and sister and his mom, and they're cheering us on. His mom told me the other day that the minute she met me she knew Plush an dI were meant for eachother. That meant a lot to me.

Anyhow. I'm sapping out, when I ought to be studying. Still, I figure, I ought to share with you.

Speaking of, despite my failing three classes last semester my cumulative GPA is still a 3.1, go me! This semester I can knock it out of the park, and I'll be back on the dean's list, and ready to go. Its a nice thought.

Hey...would any of you come to a middle of nowhere wedding? Curious, only curious....

Love you all

AG