| 12:26p |
"All the single ladies, please come to the front!"
I have about 6 weeks until I get married!
There are lots of things you can never do again once you are married. For example, trying to catch the bouquet at someone else's wedding. To tell you the truth, I used to think that that practice was totally sexist and ridiculous. I mean, why should all single ladies expose themselves as single? What's wrong with being single? I still believe all of that, but I am also trying to lighten up. I take a lot of things too seriously.
My friends Nick and Monica got married recently, and I was so keen to catch the bouquet. I realised that I won't be able to do it in the future. All of a sudden, I forgot my previous tactics of avoiding the bouquet- skulking off to the toilets or sitting at the table and glaring at everyone. I shook Geoff by the shoulders and declared, "I'm getting that bouquet!"
My 11 year old brother, Zachary, found this all very amusing when I told him about it. He has been trying to teach me how to catch for years. I am extremely uncoordiated, and can neither catch or throw something accurately. If someone says, "catch!" I usually scream and duck instead.
The first time Monica threw the bouquet, it torpedoed towards a girl standing at the back of the crowd. It landed at her feet, and she just looked at it and screamed. Guess she wasn't the marriage type.
The second time Monica threw it, I stood next to Geoff's brother's girlfriend. I hissed at her jokingly, "You stay outta my way, bitch, cos I'm gonna get that bouquet!" Her mother was standing right in front of us with a camera, so maybe she wanted Ellen to get the bouquet more than Ellen herself wanted it.
Monica threw the bouquet, and it hit the fan on the ceiling. If I was cynical and grumpy, I would have made jokes about the excrement hitting the fan. But no...technically, I was still a single lady, and I will not be one in 6 weeks. This was one of my last chances to catch a bouquet, and I was going to do a damn good job of it. So I jumped up in the air like Shaquille O'Neal...all five foot five of me. And I grabbed that bouquet! I laughed and ran back to Geoff, singing, "I caught it, I caught it!" He was very proud.
I did feel that I robbed some of the other girls of their future hopes. I am already engaged and have filed my "Intention of Marriage" form. I have my wedding ring and dress picked out.
But still...I caught it! I beat all of those other girls! Sucked in! Ha ha ha ha ha!
Apart from robbing young girls of romantic dreams, what else have I been up to? I fret a lot about my wedding. I keep having these sneaking suspicians that there are things I have forgotten to do. But I think we are going to be okay. Mostly, I am looking forward to being married...and I'm really glad I have such a wonderful husband-to-be.
I am currently reading the diary of Anne Frank. I have read it once before, about 10 years ago. The first time I read it, it seemed a little strange...I think that the translation was a bit stiff, and Anne seemed so different from me. Her writing about her sexuality was a bit too confronting for me. But now that I am reading it again, I am shocked to find how much Anne's diary had influenced my writing. Like her, in my teenage years, I kept a diary. I, also, wrote about my growing confidence as an individual, my crushes and my hopes. My second reading of Anne's diary is also a lot sadder. It is awful to read about her career hopes and her ideas of married life, knowing that she will be killed in a concentration camp months later. It is spooky to read the innermost and secret thoughts of a young girl who will remain forever young...who never had the chance to get old. I sometimes wish that Anne had survived the concentration camp, and that she could have done interviews with frivolous magazines while wearing a fabulous dress and fancy makeup. Because as serious as Anne's diary was, she also longed to be an "honest-to-goodness teenager". She liked her films stars and her boys. But I also think that Anne would have flourished as a writer. I miss her, even though I was born 40 years after her death.
I am now going to vote. I am excited about voting this time around...I really want some change. One of my friends, Jasmine, who is from China, reminded me of how lucky we are to be able to vote at all. As my aunt says, "May the best party win...you know who I mean." KEVIN OH-SEVEN! |