Beauty

I just want to take one second to brag about the boy that I'm engaged to. 

Look what he surprised me with yesterday.

The thing is that he is doing things like this all the time. It's never a burst of thoughtfulness but one of a consistent surprise. And to those of you who scoff and say, "ha, he does that now but just wait until you're married." to you I say: NO! I believe in beauty. 

And I believe in him.

Love Me Tender

Or this: another rendition

At the Opera

So. The other night Buck & I, went to the OPERA!

It consisted of two different one act operas. One was about nuns and suicide and visions of the Virgin Mary herself. Indeed. Now that's what I call drama! 

The second one was about a dead man and his family cheating to change his will because they are money hungry. Indeed. That's what I call the human spirit!

  AND- to top it all off it was in this really cool theater downtown.

A night full of operatic adventures. What more could a girl ask for?

Almost Summer

Yesterday we had a day of "almost summer" (since "Spring" apparently doesn't exist) meaning: it was warm and GLORIOUS. And meaning: it only lasted a day. That's all we get here in the promised land. Confetti days. Whatever. I blame it on the massive funeral happening across the street from me. God always makes it rain during funerals.

Here's to the next "almost summer" day.  I await you impatiently.

Photo Booth

Guess What I found....?

That's right!

 

My engagement picture photographer!

:)

The Trick

My mom: So. Everyone is asking and wondering- How did you capture her?

Him: The trick was not to capture her, but to let her fly

My mom: Good answer.

My Apartment

So. Here's the thing. My friend Mandy and I have a pretty sweet place right now.

Number one reason:
This is my room!

And it's glorious and magical and .... girly... (so never going to make the cut after marriage) but STILL. 

 (forgive my sloppy bed, I actually don't have a queen blanket yet, this one is a scrawny twin) Anyway, I had plans to further the color in this room and such but seeing as a boy will be living here at the end of the summer, that seemed pointless (seeing how he will already have to compromise and sleep on this delicate bed frame) Black or brown color scheme then?

But back to the point.

Reason number two why my apartment is rad:
This is the view from my window:

Yep. A cemetery. It's very "Emily Dickinson." On a regular basis I watch funerals happen. I have a game where I try to guess who's funeral it is. Clues- age of the crowd, color the crowd is wearing, and the mood- like if people are chatting a bit or if they stand silent, crying. Gives away the age of the person at least. Morbid game, but hey, it's better than suicide poems that came from Emily's surroundings.

And that, my friends, is a little taste of my home. Oh, and for the past 72 hours there has been a tom cat outside my window meowing in heat at who knows what. Make him go away!

The Proposal

Coming to you straight from my journal:

April 24, 2010

Last night I got engaged.
I know! I’m as shocked as anyone!
Here’s what happened:

We went to a waffle house for dinner and then to an ocean movie. Nothing special. At the end of the movie Buck looked at me all weird. Then he got silent. Once we got in the car he thoughtfully stated, “I want to go for a drive.”
 
Something seemed off and the thought actually crossed my mind that maybe he was going to propose, (which scared me to death.) But I knew that A) When and if he did that he would plan something unique- and right then he clearly had nothing of the sort. And B) I was thinking we still had a good month or two before any questions involving words such as “will you marry me?” would be attempted. Besides, C) we had only really made jokes about marriage, never talked too seriously about it.
  
But apparently I was wrong.
  
We drove up the mountain and parked overlooking the city lights. He wanted to climb up some rock but I was too cold and refused. He looked for a blanket and didn’t have one. I felt reassured- he had nothing planned.
  
So we sat there for a second. At this point I was positive my suspicions were wrong so I joked, “You’re acting all weird like you’re going to propose or something. Haha”
  
…………….
  
He was silent for a second and then said, “Well… actually… umm… I have something for you…” And he fumbled to his glove box.
 
Pulled out a ring box.

After that it’s all a jumble of me laughing nervously and crazed and confused and saying in shock and slight fear, “What are you doing?!” “Why do you have that?!” “Why is this happening?!” and him saying something about loving me and “I wasn’t planning on doing this right now. I knew I shouldn’t of taken this [the ring] around with me!” “You know I’m impulsive...” and “Okay, I’m going to ask you now….”
 
It was shocking for us both. He really hadn’t planned it for last night until about two minutes before he actually did.
  
I took a good fifteen minutes to freak out. As it sunk into me I began to lose my breath and actually panic. I felt dizzy. So I put my head in my lap right then and there and told God that I was about to say “YES” and to help me feel peace.
  
I turned to him and kind of whispered, “Okay.”
  
And now I’m engaged.

And I feel peace.