same post, different title, different words

So yeah, I'm late. I said Sunday, but now it's Wednesday and I'm just now editing this post to say stuff.

I decided to skip talking about the play (until I can get the videos uploaded) and to go straight to the wedding:

It was fun, sunny, and hot. The actual wedding was beautiful with the waves in the background and the sand wasn't really hot so I was wiggling my feet in it the whole time. The only problem was that you couldn't hear anything. That was kind of disappointing. But her dress was GORGEOUS! It was the perfect beach wedding dress. It fit really well, too and she got it made so she could wear it again by taking off the outside layer and the bottom. (it's really cool how she does it, but I would be any good at explaining it, so just suffice to say that it turns from a lacy, silky floor-length gown into a silky, soft cocktail dress in a really smooth manner)

And afterwards, during the reception, Jess and I had fun with those little shiny peices of plastic in the middle of the table. These were particularaly unique because they were flamingos, toucans, palm trees, monkeys and ones that said luau. (oh, it was Hawaiin-themed. I don't think I mentioned that). And the food...mmm, the food. It was DELICIOUS!

And then we learned to hula dance, I saw a girl I haven't seen in forever, I saw Richard Nixon's twin (no lie. Richard Nixon has a twin. But he's not an evil twin, he's the other one. Nixon is the evil twin), we watched a fire dance...(i'll--hopefully--have a video of that piece of awesome, too, but for right now, all I can say is it was, in fact, a piece of awesome.

The only bad part about the wedding was leaving. And the cake. It wasn't very good. It looked cool (monkeys on top of it instead of the usual bride and groom), but it wasn't good.

But, you know, after the wedding, and after getting a little pink on my cheeks, I got to...get ready for it...BUILD A PORCH! yay!!!

not. The destroying part of redoing our back porch was fun. Extremely. It was a lot of banging and hammering and ripping and tearing and yanking and 'argh'ing and fun. But putting it back together is...not so much. It's a lot of riding in the car and going to Lowe's and carrying lumber and nailing boards and hammering said nails (and my thumb...ow) and arguing and manuevering myself over, through, under, and around an incomplete structure/support.

I might actually have a informercial set of pictures for you when we're completely done (almost...there...). You know, a 'before' and 'after' picture? Except it'll be more like 'old porch', 'new porch'.

Nothing really interesting on that front.
Or on any others.

Except (of course) a new poem. This one is a sonnet (non-rhyming) inspired by John Green and Looking for Alaska


It's a long way out of here, exponential
twists and turns, continuous dead-
ends and obstacles, 'cause
it's a long way out
of here, this place, a holding cell for
what this really is, a maze of
a holding cell-with bars and
doors around the labyrinth.

It is, however, a short way out
of here. If you choose the right way
it sure is a short fast straight path
with just a few road-blocks,
dead-ends, that is, of
course, until you reach the very end.


so?
♥Heather

IM IN!!!!!!!!!!

EEEK!!! I CAN'T BREATHE. I REALLY CAN'T. BREATHE.

I MUST TYPE IN ALL CAPS! I'M IN, I'M IN, I'M IN! YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN MY HAPPY DANCE!!!!! JOHN GREEN WOULD BE SEVERELY ENVIOUS!!!!


AHH!!!!!!

CONGRATS EMILEA!!!!

I HOPE YOU JOIN US CAROLINE!!!!!!!

CAN'T. BREATHE. EEEKK!!!!!!!!!!!