*JUMPS UP AND DOWN A LOT* A WEEK UNTIL ZACK AND I GET MARRIED! Less if you don't count to day, which I would advise you not to, because that means only 6 DAYS. *Squee!*
I'm excited...I'm happy, oh god I don't think I've ever been this happy, not since he asked me. It's turning me into this constantly bubbly mass of insanity, which I'm sure has fully driven everyone mad by now, but I can't help it. Did I mention it's LESS THAN A WEEK?!
*Quiet* But I'm...kind of...scared. Not trembling in my stylish yet affordable boots, maybe I should call it off and run scared. No, I could never do that. It's just...I've seen marriages fall apart. I fell asleep to too much shouting, got thrown into too many fights. I know Zack would never, ever hurt me, and I have faith in him and myself and our relationship, because I know it'll be good and strong. And I know that my parents aren't Zack and I, and that I shouldn't look at that, but at all the great marriages in the house that have stayed strong despite all the crap happening over the years. But I keep getting this nagging voice telling me I'm rushing, or that maybe I should rethink everything. I don't like it, and I'm not listening to it, because it's not right, and I know we're doing everything right, and that I'm just getting jitters. I haven't talked to Zack about it. I don't think I need to, I don't want to do anything to somehow set everything on edge. But...well, I'm scared. I think it'll go away before Saturday, in fact I know it should, but I just don't know what to do until then. *Long pause*
*Suddenly hops up again acting all happy* And I got my wedding dress today! BWAHA! And shoes and all I need is a veil and everything will be perfect. *More squee!*
I guess I should wander back to doing other things...this is kinda fun, though!