Needless to say, Keith isn't on board with this idea...

I'm in such an incredibly bad mood tonight, and I have absolutely no idea why. But the day didn't start well with me waking up at 5:30 (after going to bed at 1:45) from a nightmare, and then waking up again around 11 crying from a really mean, nasty dream.

Ugh.

Anyway. Remember when I wrote all these crazy, fanciful visions and dreams about how I wanted my wedding to be like?

Bwahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha. Bwahahahahahahahahaha. ha. ha. ha. HA.

Ahem.

Excuse me.

Yeah. Now that I'm looking to do a B.A.(hon) next fall (Honours because that allows you to do a Graduate degree afterwards, and I'm not about to close doors over a few measly extra credits) - anyway, now that I'm adding potentially another 3 or 4 years to the being-so-broke-it-hurts style of living, well, um. Let's just say the wedding won't be until, what? fifteen years? after the world was supposed to end?

And this depresses me. Immensely.

Right now, this is how I want to get married;
Marriage License; 145$
Rings; 2,500$ (we both want custom-designed pieces with bling)
Nice dinner out; 120$

And in a few years, when we can actually afford a big party, we'll throw one. Big effing woop.