Thursday, August 03, 2006
grrreat...
so basically life totally sucks right now, and by that i mean that i am being totally girly and meoldramaticy and really? it sucks.
i hate it when i freak out. i hate the fact that everything has to be in order and the plans have to be set before i can actually breath. but what i hate most is that daniel can go any where or do anything by the seat of his pants. he can totally head up to a wedding party and not care if he has no place to stay being 5 hours away from home. it just does not matter to him.
i just need the security of knowing that everything will be ok BEFORE i head out the door.
the funniest part- i have been like this ever since i can remember. ask my mom! it's a disease. the worst part- i have been trying to change since i can remember, but the spontinaeity bone just isn't in me. it really is a disease.
so basically dan and i got into another arguement over the smae old shit we usually do: he is trying to fly be the seat of his pants and i am trying to pin down the details. and then it all just ends up a huge freaking mess.
i know a lot of men are like this, and i hope men realize a lot of women are like this. what i don't understand is why it is so hard for either to comprimise. dan's comprimise ended up being that he called his parents, they have a room reserved with two beds and a couch at some Bn'B. My comprimise is that we still are not sure if we are staying with them or ata relative's house or what.
my other freak out is what to wear??? the invitation said casual dress or "whatever". I am planning on wearing a sky blue linen skirt, but i am not sure if i want to show off a little cleave or if i should keep the puppies in. i know i can't wear heals because i'll ruin the lawn, but i really don't want to wear flip-flops because that seems too causal. ahh the choices, ahh the humanity of it all.
i am going to freak out some more, maybe make a list to make myself feel better, and then have some ice cream. i know there are errors in this entry, but right now a list is really the important thing.
FREAK OUT!
i hate it when i freak out. i hate the fact that everything has to be in order and the plans have to be set before i can actually breath. but what i hate most is that daniel can go any where or do anything by the seat of his pants. he can totally head up to a wedding party and not care if he has no place to stay being 5 hours away from home. it just does not matter to him.
i just need the security of knowing that everything will be ok BEFORE i head out the door.
the funniest part- i have been like this ever since i can remember. ask my mom! it's a disease. the worst part- i have been trying to change since i can remember, but the spontinaeity bone just isn't in me. it really is a disease.
so basically dan and i got into another arguement over the smae old shit we usually do: he is trying to fly be the seat of his pants and i am trying to pin down the details. and then it all just ends up a huge freaking mess.
i know a lot of men are like this, and i hope men realize a lot of women are like this. what i don't understand is why it is so hard for either to comprimise. dan's comprimise ended up being that he called his parents, they have a room reserved with two beds and a couch at some Bn'B. My comprimise is that we still are not sure if we are staying with them or ata relative's house or what.
my other freak out is what to wear??? the invitation said casual dress or "whatever". I am planning on wearing a sky blue linen skirt, but i am not sure if i want to show off a little cleave or if i should keep the puppies in. i know i can't wear heals because i'll ruin the lawn, but i really don't want to wear flip-flops because that seems too causal. ahh the choices, ahh the humanity of it all.
i am going to freak out some more, maybe make a list to make myself feel better, and then have some ice cream. i know there are errors in this entry, but right now a list is really the important thing.
FREAK OUT!
// posted by Angela @ 8:52 PM 
