And so it begins.

My duty as a maid of honor....


That is me reading those Dummies for Maid of Honor/Bridemaids, while my bestfriend--the Bride to be--browse floral and cakes for the wedding. I offer either a "nay", "yay", "eh", "meh", "heh", "blah", or "wow" when asked, and edit the written part of their wedding website amongst other things.

Um, now what?

A quote courtesy of my friend's--F--facebook status: "What?! No Studying?! I don't even know what to do with myself!!!"

She couldn't be more right, because come on, the words "free time" don't exist much in the nursing students' vocabulary. So now that the do exist, it's like um, okay...really? Seriously? You mean, we can do whatever we want now?

My bestfriend asked me, as we went around to look for some of her wedding stuffs after I'm done with the short semester class (which is a walk in the park compared to the real semester btw), "Are you sure it's okay if we go to Borders to look at bridal magazines?" To which I answered, "Yea, it's alright. I have no homeworks. Omg, did I really just say that? I have no homework?!"

It feels VERY WEIRD that I can--for everyday of this week--go out with my bestfriend to finally fulfill my maid of honor duty and have scheduled lunch, dinner, and happy hour with a bunch of friends (Look, friends! Outside school friends! Who still remember me, yay!) before I leave for the internship. I am not complaining about the abundance of free time, but it doesn't erase the fact that it does feels strange--other wordly even--to go from being busy and chased by due dates to not having to worry about school.

For almost everyday of last week, I had to truly convince myself that no, I didn't have any deadline missed and yes, I really do have this much free time, because I felt like I was supposed to be doing some kind of school works when in reality, the only time we had to study in this elective class was for the midterm last Friday and the final this Friday. Oh, and I scored a 99 on the midterm, it was that easy.

I have time to read, I have time to exercise, I have time to pack, I have time to have lunches and dinners with friends without checking my watch thinking I have to get home soon to study or write papers, I have time to chat online with my friends, I have time to talk to my parents on the phone for more than 30 minutes, I have time to take a nap, I have time to change my car's oil on time along with getting it washed, I have time to do laundry before I realize I've run out of clean underwear, I have time to go on dessert runs.

I.finally.have.the.freaking.time.to do normal things and it is Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious! Like, wow, I'm not calling what I'm doing procrastinating because well, there is nothing I'm procrastinating on--okay, I lie, maybe I am on procrastinating on this one thing called packing. Mostly, I call what I'm doing these days...vegging. Awesome!

Okay, enough of me blogging about being jaw-droppingly shocked having free time. I'm just being a dork.

Empty seats.

Who skipped the lecture this morning to study for OB test and do the papers due this week?

60% of the class! Yours truly included.

Now, I don't know whether I'm ashamed of skipping class or actually proud that it's taken me this long to do so. I mean, five more weeks left to school and this is my first skip of the semester?! Open that record book, please.

In another unrelated news, my bestfriend is getting married early January! Woot! I'm so happy for her!

I am officially the maid of honor, and will be at her service with all the wedding planning. Today, we went to see the possible church for the ceremony and to a bridal shop to browse possible dresses. Yes, I skipped class and I went out. A day before a test. I must've felt like I'm a God with the power to know all the correct answers tomorrow or something when I made that decision. (Actually, I am thisclose to be done with studying and I am thisclose to finishing all my papers for this week. Okay, so maybe I did feel like I'm God.....)

I'm sure I would want to kill myself once it's sunk in that I'll be juggling nursing school on top of helping with this wedding planning jigmajig, which includes throwing a killer bachelorette party.

I'll let you know how it goes from my deathbed.