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This is it. The time that every girl dreams of and I can't help but nearly faint at the cost. If I had my way about it, Matt and I would just go down to the courthouse then have a huge party after. However, I don't feel like being disowned by my parents any time soon.

We've picked a date! June 22nd of 2012. My grandparents were married on June 22nd back in 1945. Plus our particular wedding day will be a Friday. Friday weddings = cheaper cost.

Not my favorite episode of Bones, but definitely my favorite title. Out of interest, I Googled the title and came across a site called Phrase Finder.

There is a saying that goes "proof of the pudding is in the eating" and it essentially means "to fully test something you must experience it yourself." (citation)

I originally logged on to provide another great example of the kind of customer one should avoid being. Now that I am here, I have lost all motivation to discuss the topic. Take my word for it: the customer was one of those people who, if you give her a bread crumb, she begins to demand having the entire loaf.

You know in American Pie when Michelle, the band geek, tells Jim that even though she goes to band camp, once she stuck a flute in her pussy?

Well, this is the English Major equivelent. Just when you begin to write off all literature written in 18th and 19th century London (early, early Romantic period) you find a wonderfully explicit piece of work that puts all that flowerly language to good use.

While I was safely driving out of the parking lot of the Traffics Department, I was cut off by a fellow defensive driving graduate.

Anyone see the irony? Something tells me the court will order him to return to get his masters.

Overall, today hasn' t been too interesting, however, interesting things have happened.

I do enjoy my line of work. I'm not entirely sure if I would like a job that didn't revolve around customer service. Yes, customers can be the biggest pebble in my shoe and can potentially ruin an entire day with a single snarky line. Alas, those moments are made up by the especially stupid customers. Take a gander at this particular gem:

*phone rings*
"... this is Christina, how can I help you?"

I have successfully convinced Matt to create my blog. Not that I wouldn't have been capable, mind you. Simply that I allowed my refusal for change to get the better of me and would not take the time to relearn how to create a functioning blog. After all, my main site is built with tables and layers... tools that were described by a friend as "ancient."