6.8.09

Today.

August 6, 2009

I woke up and went to work. As usual.
And I worked. And it was fairly busy.
But apparently not busy enough to distract.
But maybe that was because I was already distracted.

Anyway, I ran errands, and came home.
I attempted to pack, but just ended up having an emotional break down about my outfit.
So I went to cute Bailey's wedding instead.
I came home and the siblings were watching Mulan.
And I freaked out again, because I remember Lj saying how Chinese that movie really is, and for some reason that warrants a freak out.

I wanted to leave again, but I couldn't find my purse, or my shoes, or my brain for that matter.
So my Mom hugged me for like ten minutes, and told me to breathe. Breathing is vital, apparently.
I convinced my sisters to go to Walmart with me to buy tampons and Midol, because yes, I am announcing to the world wide web, I am on my period during the most important weekend of my life thus far. I am thoroughly convinced that this is some sort of sick joke.

I debated on going to the gym because I still had so much to do, but my sister convinced me that I would become neurotic if I didn't go. So I did, and I ran and ran and ran, and my body hurt, so my mind paused. Paused, mind you. It did not stop. It is not capable of such a thing at this point.

I came home and tackled my room/packing again. But this time my girls came to help. And they let me scream and giggle and freak out and dance like a maniac because the boy I love is coming home and they know how much that means and they love me so they came to be with me and it made me so so happy.

And then my sisters and brothers helped me clean. And pick out outfits.

And Lana, Lj's Dad and I exchanged texts like mad.

And now, it's one o'clock in the morning on the 7th. I have nothing left to do, except for sleep; but I'm writing because this moment I am experiencing right now will never happen again. And I want to remember everything about it.

In less than 24 hours, Leland James will be home.

Home. Remember that?

2 comments:

brooke said...

ohhh my gosh i am sorry that i just keep commenting and texting you things like asdfjasklfjdl;sk but i just can't even believe any of it is real.

and i'm just guessing that you didn't ACTUALLY end up waking up weighing 900 pounds...although having your period might be just as bad. Sometimes, God is a little prankster.
Well, I probably can't say that.

ANYWAY, I'm dying a little bit inside, in the most wonderful way. I AM SO HAPPY FOR YOU AND I JUST WANT TO SHOUT ABOUT IT AND OHHHH MY GOSH YOU'RE NOT GOING TO NEED THAT MIDOL.

kendra said...

leland james.

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i am glad you aren't 900 pounds!