Does anyone know when this will be on?
You can’t be brave if you’ve only had wonderful things happen to you.
Be not simply good, be good for something.
Grey’s Anatomy reruns + Christmas music + tumblr= great lazy friday night
Get ready for a long post! I want to tell you guys about my one true passion: Event planning.
It started when I was very young. I always wanted to go to a wedding, I loved the flowers and the gowns and the dancing, I thought it all seemed so fun! I didn’t go to my first wedding until I was 13, but my dream existed MANY years before it.
I remember when I decided I wanted to be an event planner. I was watching Jennifer Lopez’s movie “The Wedding Planner” for the first time. I thought J.Lo’s job in the movie was so cool; she got to go to weddings, and more importantly (at the time), she had a vest full of wedding survival items, like glue, safety pins, and a mini sewing kit. I loved how she went around the wedding, fixing every little problem, and making the event perfect for the couple.
Fast forward a few years, when I started to really love weddings. I loved the details. I loved looking at the same picture of the table setting for twenty minutes, looking and remembering every single detail from the table: the linens, the place cards, the flowers, I loved it all.
To me, being an event planner is more than planning parties and weddings. It means making someone’s special day as fantastic as it can be for them. It means taking care of every detail and problem for the couple so they can go through their day with friends and family and no stress.
I was born to be an event planner. I remember when I was a kid, I always planned my birthday parties MONTHS in advance. I was always organized, and I loved organizing simple things, such as playdates, into big events.
I can’t wait until I graduate college and get my first job at an event planning company. Or even now, as an internship. I have what it takes, I know I do. All I have to do is find a way to make it happen.
I love you, in a really, really big pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio over my head outside your window, unfortunate way that makes me hate you, love you. So pick me, choose me, love me.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that a christmas tree will soon be bought and decorated next to them there
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I was craving a peppermint hot chocolate from Starbucks soooooo badly today!
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