Marry Me.

As you all should know by now, I am obsessed with weddings. 

But, the sad thing is... being obsessed with weddings is not really socially acceptable when you aren't even dating anyone. 

I know. 

Strange. 

I have come to this conclusion by the awkward look I get when I am talking to a boy and I somehow end up blurting out that I am obsessed with weddings. 

I think that they end up getting the wrong impression. 

Like, I'm one of those crazy ladies who start planning the wedding as soon as she meets a boy... 

Well, I'm not like that.... really! 

I swear. 

I am more the kind of girl who plans other peoples weddings. 

Or, dreams about weddings... 

Or, will spend hours on end looking up wedding sites and ideas on the interweb because they are pretty.
 Or, the kind of of girl who will cry at the simplest wedding videos... 

Or, the kind of girl who has been planning her wedding since she was five. 

The whole obsession thing is weird, seeing how I am not in any hurry to find "the one" and I often have a hard time believing in happy endings. 

Yet, here I am... a college educated feminist with a sweet tooth for weddings and babies. 

WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME, GUYS??

Well, until I figure out the answer to that... 

I have a fever and the only cure is more cow bell...

(Or weddings)

For your listening pleasure: 

For your eyes:

Gosh, I'm strange.

Welp, off to find my future husband.... 

Bye.