I couldn't think of anything creative.

So, I thought summer was supposed to be relaxing. I haven't done much of that. I go to the band office to do almost nothing at 9 every morning. The good news is, I can usually get stuff done at home because I'm not there very long.

This upcoming week, I have 35.5 hours at good old Dick's Sporting Goods. Now, I really like money. I really don't like that store. I'm so conflicted. We have two people in footwear on vacation this week; one of whom I really don't like very much. He talks more than I do, which is saying a lot. He also doesn't get anything done, leaving me to do what he didn't do a vast majority of the time I come in to work. I don't like doing other people's work. So I am happy he is out of the picture this week. Jealous of the other guy that's on vacation because he is in Japan. I told him a bunch of things to try and see while he's there. I would so love to go back to Japan someday.

Went to Tweezer and Lauren's wedding yesterday. It was a lot better than I expected. I actually had fun. I don't think Lauren really likes any of the tubas and acted super awkward when Austin and I said goodbye last night. Oh well. She looked super gorgeous, by the way. Loooooved her dress. The ceremony was really nice, and the reception was even nicer. It was in Bridgewater Place in downtown Grand Rapids, which looked pretty new to me. I don't remember it being there when I was in DeVos across the way my senior year for MMC. Really nice building. Great place for a reception. So, probably expensive. But nice just the same.

The ride home was depressing, for a couple reasons. The main portion being when Austin came up with like 7 people he'd want in his wedding party that he thinks he'd have a tough time cutting down to four or five.

I came up with one person.

I can't decide if this is good or bad. I told Austin that Jennifer would just be a huge pimp, walking down the aisle with like five guys. No big. She'd love it. You know, awesome, I have one really really good friend. But I can't think of like, anyone else as of right now that I could just be like, "Wanna be in my wedding party?" Maybe I'm just thinking too hard or I'm too concerned about it. Maybe your wedding party doesn't have to be your close close friends. Or friend. I mean, don't get me wrong. Jennifer will be in my wedding party no matter what. If I get married 7 times, she'll be my matron of honor 7 times. But the other people? I just don't know. Maybe people I would have put in my wedding party like, a year ago, will stop being douche bags by the time I get married, but I just don't know. I trust people less by the day. Maybe I'll hire some people.

Watching people dance last night made me laugh. My dad told me once that we're learning to waltz for my wedding "so we don't look like idiots doing the softshoe shuffle."

I always think of ridiculous things for my wedding.

1. Sparty as best man.

Sparty will be at my wedding, no matter what. If he can't be best man, maybe he can be a brideservant.

2. Instead of the wedding party taking dance lessons, we'll go to Camp Kickstep with Glen Brough.

You know how they introduce the wedding party at the reception? We'll come in kickstepping.

3. If we can't kickstep, we come in to State Fanfare or the Pregame Fight. Or the first lick of Spartan Fanfare like they do at basketball games when they announce the starting lineup. Our guests can be like the Izzone.

You know I'm going to pick some epic music for my wedding. You want an invite, I know. People are going to pay for invitations to my wedding.


My mom originally came up with the fight song. I've just expanded on it. Probably not a good thing. If you love me, you won't let me do all of this. The only thing I'm super serious about is Sparty being at my wedding. It's a requirement. Maybe not in the wedding party, but he'll be there in his tux. I mean, come on. How awesome would it be to get your picture taken with Sparty in your wedding dress? Pretty freaking cool, if you ask me.

I think I might have to turn the AC on sometime in the near future. It's starting to get hot in here.

TTFN.


"I'm not going to be okay....I don't know what I'm going to do....Please. I'm not going to be okay....I'm not strong. I'll go back to Jan and I hate Jan. Oh, God..." - Michael