So three months from tomorrow I'll be married. Weird, huh? :) I'm pretty excited. It's like the fourth week of the semester. TGIF. I'm fucked. Seriously ... I had a breakdown on Monday and skipped three of my classes. Jesse says it's not really a good idea to start crying in a law enforcement class, in front of your professor and 45 guys. Yeah, I guess ... but I still hate skipping. It was probably for the best; I couldn't stop crying for like an hour. Jesse took me home and we just laid on the bed together while I bawled my eyes out. I'm way too stressed. So maybe I'll keep writing. Or maybe it will just be this one entry. But I am a complete basketcase between my final semester in college, a part-time job as a parking supervisor, planning a wedding, and then my mom competing for the "worst-mother-in-law-of-all-time" prize.