My boyfriend asked me to marry him on September 4, 2009. So far, this was the happiest day of my life.

Our date is May 8, 2010.

That gives us 8 months to plan. In the meantime, I’m finishing up my degree in English Literature, trying desperately not to blow a year while stressing out about wedding dresses and guest lists.

I am a terrible bride-to-be. I have very little idea about what I want. Even worse, I’m a chronic people pleaser. I have 8 months to get over trying to throw a party that everyone will love, including myself and just get it planned.

Fortunately, my mother is an amazing organizer.

Here, you will find my destressing, my ranting, my putting into words thoughts about my wedding. This blog will be my sleeping pill. Unload it all here and go to sleep.

This blog will end two weeks after May 8.