Today, Scott and I celebrated our 2 year dating anniversary. It kind of made me sad. In 43 days that anniversary will be non-existant. It’s funny to think about, that 2 years ago I was absolutely gitty because that cute boy from Bible study, whose hand I had held 2 days before, was coming to pick me up, take me to dinner, and go see a movie for what was then $2 Tuesday.

We went to Doc’s. I got the Stacked Chicken, he got a steak. When he ordered it medium rare, I knew I had found a winner. I joked about how I usually got the pasta there, but I didn’t feel like it was a good first date food. Too messy. He wore a green, long-sleeved polo and asked me to feel how soft it was. He said his mom made fun of him for “shopping like a girl” and that everything he bought, he had to feel first for softness. We saw “Elizabethtown,” and I rested my head on his shoulder for most of it. We went to Sonic afterwards because we couldn’t stand the idea that the date, the first of many, was over. And I loved him. Granted, I didn’t know I loved him at the time, but I did. I couldn’t see myself without him. He was in my future, always, in some way, shape, or form.

Fast forward a year. I’m engaged to the cute boy from Bible study. Fast forward another year and I’m 43 days away from marrying the cute boy from Bible study. I wouldn’t change it for anything. I love him, and I know that now, without a shadow of a doubt. Fast forward 50 years from now and I will still be so in love with the once cute boy, now cute old man, from Bible study.

Have you ever been so tired that your whole body just feels heavy? Being a senior in college makes you feel like you weigh as much as two sumo wrestlers. Everytime I get one thing out of the way, about 20 more fall into that one’s spot.

 I teach on Tuesday. I have never taught before, and now they throw me in front of 25 high school juniors in my next to the last semester. This would be a really bad time to find out that I’m bad at it or that I don’t like it. To top it off, I hated the 11th grade.

So, back in the days where free time actually existed, I did the whole xanga thing. Then, when Facebook took over the world, I slowly began to neglect it. Now I find out that the school’s internet filter blocks xanga. I honestly don’t know why I’ve started a new one. I feel like this is a good time to start it, though. Things are changing astonishingly fast, and I would like to be able to look back on them and reminisce when the time comes.

I’m less than 2 months away from marrying the man of my dreams. Graduation isn’t too far behind from that, and, lurking just on the other side of that cardboard hat and tassel, is the real world. It’s mocking me right now. Showing me all the things I can’t do or will probably never succeed at. It’s planting ideas in my head about how I might not be doing the right thing and whatnot. The real world is really quite a jerk.

So, that’s what you have to look forward to. Numerous posts, rants, and sentence fragments about my entrance into adulthood. Real, live adulthood. The kind where mommy and daddy don’t buy my gas.