i did, however, get yelled at three times within the first half hour. first was when bride was late. she's an adult, and claimed i could trust her to show up on time. she didn't. however, guests were still wandering in, and we werent scheduled to eat for another 15 minutes (she was 15 minutes late) so i didn't think it was a big deal. plus, she lives across town, and called me as she was leaving, so it wasnt like we had no idea where she was. but her mom got pissed. told me it was "rude and tacky". i was about to tell her exactly why those two words should never come out of HER mouth, but a guest wandered into the house looking for the bathroom.

then bride gets there, grumpy because she didnt want a shower in the first place (which i knew, but her mom was going to throw one if i didn't, basically forcing her to have one, and bride would rather have me do it). she got even more grumpy because it was outside. it was fucking beautiful outside, but apparently she was mad because it wasnt in some scary church basement, but in a gorgeous back yard.

so we do intros, and eat. so far so good. then momzilla hunts me down. "where's the rest of the punch?" um...there is no more. its all out, there should have been enough for everyone to have at least one glass, probably two...why? "we're out" she says, and gives me a nasty look. so we go to plan B, which is running downstairs to the fridge and getting some nice cold soda. so we did. but apparently running out of punch is unforgivable. sorry i made it so tasty, i'll put crap in it next time.

but after food, everyone sorta mellowed out. the guests had fun, thanked me for inviting them, and not doing too many shower games (we had just one, which was rather enjoyable). all went home. bride almost left without thanking me...i'm glad she did, but it sorta made me wonder why i even bothered. so i stayed and cleaned up, made sure everything was in its pre-party condition, until groom's mom said i should go home and relax. i think she's the only once who noticed how stressful this has been for me.

on to the other stuff: school has been busy, but i'm keeping ahead. i did two tutoring sessions today: one individual, and one group. the group has a two hour time slot, so as students came and went, i ended up explaining layers of skin and pigmentation and stuff several times. that's alright, i enjoy it, and while nobody is there needing questions answered, i can do my own homework. dont get paid much, but it is something i like. also, a student asked today if i'm going to be a teacher. i told her i'd been thinking about it, she said i should, i'm good. warm fuzzies, right there.

field trip yesterday, to a genetics research facility. neato.

I was supposed to go into work for a training dealy tonight. but they decided to cancel it, because none of us feel comfortable with it. so instead, we're going to be working with some people who can help us either find someone else to take care of this, or help us get comfortable, thus i get to spend tonight studying for a genetics exam, instead of at work.

i'd like to take this opportunity to mourn the loss of my recently departed fishie, Tom Servo. Tom suffered a loach accident, resulting in infection and death. poor tom. i cried. i know he's just a fishie, but he was my biggest and oldest, and i felt like a bad fishmommy for not even knowing he was injured until it was too late.

we signed a lease for a new apartment. cheaper, utilities included (so way cheaper) and just a quarter mile down the road. we hope to move this weekend, because moving during the week would blow. it just depends on when the current occupant leaves, which we're told is as soon as he can get his stuff on a truck. i hope so.

that's pretty much it, i think. i need snuggles. badly. i'm very stressed out by this whole moving thing, and i'm so sick of moving. it makes me feel like i don't have a place to call home. but home is where my honey is...so i'll make it.