Marriage~A response to Emiri and a New Year

Part One:

Oh my goodness Emiri!! We share a fear!!
Actually, I'm afraid of a lot of things, some of which include spiders, grasshoppers, deep murky water, being alone, and marriage.
It's less a fear, more an embarrassment.
I mean, walking down some isle in a church(or whatever floats your boat) with your whole family, plus your husband-to-be's whole damn family staring at you while you make one of the most (if not the most) important decisions of your life: eternal commitment. DUN DUN DUN!!
The idea of marriage is kind of scary in itself as well, no?
Legally binding yourself to one person for the rest of your life...!!(maybe even after?)
Divorce is pretty much taboo in my mind, something I never ever want to even consider.
Unless of course, he's some psychopath whose abusive and power-hungry. (I've pretty much seen every movie like that on lifetime or TNT to scare me shitless: Sleeping With The Enemy, Enough, Where The Heart Is...Fatal Attraction? lol. Although, most of the time the wife learns self-defense and ends up killing her abusive husband she tries to escape from earlier in the movie on "accident". "Yeah, he totally just fell from the second story onto that table.")
I think media has a lot to do with fear of commitment and marriage.
In my case, I don't really fear commitment per say, I just don't want an audience while I make said commitment.

Having said that, I recently decided on my stupid, girly dream.
Most girls want a fantastic wedding at a man-made heart shaped lake with dozens of red rose petals covering the floor, while they're brought to the alter in a magic, fairytale pumpkin horse carriage and then doves are released.
Now I don't know about you, but that's about the most ludicrous, cheese covered cornball thing I've ever heard.
I'm much more simple. :)
What is my girly dream then you ask?
The Engagement ring.
And not any engagement ring, a Tiffany's engagement ring.
The Tiffany Setting. <3
(Yes. I have the design picked out and everything.)
The funny thing is that I don't even wear jewelry.
I mean, something from Tiffany's I'd accept with a smile and open arms, but I don't really give a damn otherwise. (So boys, no jewelry unless it's from Tiffany's! Easy enough!)
I don't like super expensive things and I'm fairly easy to please.
And I'm not asking for an extravagent dress or wedding or cake.
All I want is that ring.
I never cared about Tiffany's, or even knew what was so special about it until two weeks ago when my sister saw a Tiffany's add and said, "That little blue box is every girls dream", which I immediately countered.
So then she got all excited and brought up the website and my mind was corrupted.
I always thought my sister's views on marriage were pretty shallow because all she seemed to care about were the material things, rather than the meaning behind them.
But her reasoning for the engagement ring was pretty true and made a lot of sense.
The ring is something that's going to remind you of your lifelong commitment to someone, so it should be extremely special and beautiful right?
I of course defended the guy in saying that it's not how fantastic the ring is, it's the thought and adoration that matters, which she retorted with the thought that I immediately guessed right out of her head: "I want you for the rest of my life, here's this dinky ring."
BAM! My innocence stolen right in front of my eyes!
Unlike my sister, I don't need an upgrade after a couple of years because one, I'm kinda sentimental and two, I'm sentimental.
I understand that these rings are pretty expensive and automatically bring on consternation for the fella, but look at it from my point of view!
It's not too much to ask for right?
If you know me, you know I'm not materialistic, so I won't start hording diamonds if you buy me one.
This may sound a bit bitchy, but like I said, it's my stupid girly dream.
I'm sure he won't object if he looks at it from my point of view.
At least, I'm hoping he won't.

Part Two:

Happy New Year!!
Here's hoping 2009 is the complete opposite of 2008, which couldn't have sucked more.
Aside from Barak Obama being elected as president. (Whoop whoop!)
I won't go into detail, but just know that 2008 was probably the worst year I've ever been through.
Everything bad that could have happened, did and then some.
On a lighter note, I made New Year's resolutions for the first time in about seven years!!

1. Weigh 110 pounds.
2. Read every book on my "Book List".
3. Visit University of Washington (cure any unconscious doubts)
4. Get a job and save money
5. Help around the house more

I'm definitely going to be adding to the list, but that's all I have down at the moment.
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I'm way overdue for a trip to the movie theater.