Whoo. The week's over.

Ahhhh. I can sit down in a comfy chair and just write. I started my laundry, I'll clean my room as soon as it's done, and I'll nap. And then I'll finally get to look at announcement paper and stuff. And I just have to do a little on my third unknown report sheet, and I just have to read a few chapters for acadec. And the paper's out! So no stress over this weekend, and just start planning on Monday--we're almost done. We planned a lot already so there's not that much to do.

I love Matt. I'm eternally grateful to him. He absolutely saved our butts with a story (all written and researched on Thursday. And good. I'm just so, so happy that he could do that for us. So very very happy. And grateful. And impressed. Because the story was good. And quick. (Did I mention I'm impressed?)

I hate hormones. Absolutely and completely. I'd be willing to bet that most of the severity of last week's angst came from a combination of lack of sleep and hormonal crud. Not the causes, the severity. Yay for medicine. Yay for heating pads. Yay for up-swings instead of down-swings. I hate hormones.

A weekend with very little to do. I'll start drafting that speech. I'll go and just do fun stuff. I'll go shopping. I'll go on that party tomorrow. I'll go over to watch movies on Monday. I'll sleep a lot. I'll go to bed at a decent hour. Yay.

So, I'm going to prom with Aaron. He asked me, and I didn't have a date, so it was like sure, ok. I have to pay more for the limo, and we should consider flowers very soon. I need:
Shoes
Jewelry (earrings, either bracelet or necklace)
Purse (I may just make this)
Hair doodads
to figure out make-up.
etc. stuff.

I want sparkles. Lots of sparkles. I don't know what color my accessories should be--white, silver-grey, or black. I do know I'm NOT wearing the same shoes I wore at the wedding. Those hurt.

I think a trip to the used book store is in order. Except I don't have too much money.