There's a fire starting in my heart

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Jude || Mila || Aly

( The scars of your love, they leave me breathless )

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( OOC PLOT POST - THE MORGAN-LONDON HOLIDAY EXTRAVAGANZA )

I do hope everyone had a lovely Thanksgiving. It was our first big holiday together as a married couple so Jude and I decided to spend it just the two of us. We made a wonderful meal for us and had a really amazing day together. Do you realize how hard it is to make a tradition Thanksgiving dinner for two people? I froze half our leftovers. It made me excited thinking about how he and I are able to start our own holiday traditions and how exciting it will be when we have our family in the future. It also made me realize that now that my parents are no longer together and I have to split my time between them, holidays will get rather complicated. I'm thinking I might just make them come to us. Of course my mother isn't big on American holidays so maybe Thanksgiving will be my father's holiday.

Since Thanksgiving is over, now starts the time of year I love the most. I've always loved Christmas more than any other time. Of course in my home growing up it was full of formal parties and people coming to decorate our house and tons of relatives that I couldn't stand but I still loved it. I went out this weekend and picked up a few decorations and started putting them up around the house. I told myself I was going to wait until it was at least December but in the end I just couldn't. The tree isn't up yet but the place is starting to look quite festive. I love all of this so much that I seriously decorate ever room. Guest rooms, bathrooms, the kitchen, all decorated. I'm ridiculous but I don't care. Jude thinks I'm crazy.

Did anyone brave Black Friday shopping? I never understood the purpose. I did do my shopping online. I might have bought a little too much for my little brothers but it's my first Christmas with them. I couldn't help myself. They are also really good practice for when Jude and I have children. I probably shouldn't spoil my own children like this though.

Three more weeks and I'm done with school FOREVER. If you don't hear from me until then, that's why.

I never knew exhaustion could feel like this.

I'm so over school. I've been feeling this way since the first day. It my last semester and it feels like it's the hardest one yet. I have projects and papers and reading and so much that I don't know when or how I got buried underneath it all. I'm trying to have a life and take care of Jude and spend time with him while doing all of this and it's getting so difficult. I refuse to give up my time with him because his schedule is so insane that we already barely have time together as it is. I feel like the end is in sight but it's so far away at the same time. I'm tired of the commute, I'm tired of the workload, I'm tired of everything.

I just want to go away. I want to go someplace warm and sleep for a few days. I feel like I haven't gotten more than two hours of sleep for the past two weeks. I feel like I'm slowly losing it and this is not a good feeling. I've been the most horrible friend because I can barely keep up and I've talked to no one in weeks. I'm ready for December to be here and I can be done and only worry about planning parties and Veronica's man drama.

Mostly, I really want to sleep.

The worst thing about working for a family member is they know exactly how to push your buttons. Most people know that along with school I work for my Aunt Veronica. She has a very successful party planning business and I've been helping her since I was 14 or 15. I'm good at what I do. I know how to handle bridezillas, drunk grooms, hysterical mothers and everything else that could possible go wrong at a party or a wedding. I've learned how to be patient and resourceful from Veronica plus I'm not too shabby with thinking on my feet. Then yesterday she calls me to the office to meet with her because she's gotten this party that she knows I would be perfect for. The clients are very rich, people from the city who have a house up here and live here off and on. It's a pretty big account and she knows I can do it. She tells me I can relate to the client much better than she can. I'm getting excited thinking that it's another awesome gay couple or something but no, I should've known I was in for it just by the amused look on her face. She hands me the notes and I realize this is not another fabulous gay wedding.

It's a fourteen year old's birthday/slumber party!!!

Have I mentioned Veronica is more like my big sister in the way that she loves to torment me? The woman had the nerve to laugh with so much glee I wanted to smack her. I know nothing about fourteen year old girls. When I was fourteen I was at an all boys catholic school! Girls were the farthest thing from my mind.

I met with the girl and her parents today and these people really do have a lot of money to throw around and this little girl is worse than any bridezilla I've ever worked with. She acts more mature than most brides I've had, it's a little creepyShe's going to be fourteen but she's Daddy's little princess so he's ready to give her what she wants. I can't imagine how she'll be for her Sweet 16 or god forbid her wedding.

Yes, Jude, there was mention of Justin Bieber. Kill. Me. Now.

I couldn't help but wake up this morning and feel a bit melancholy. Today was my first day back to school which meant my summer was officially over. This summer was unlike any that I've ever had in my entire life. I've had a bit of a routine for many years. I get out of school, work for Veronica for a few weeks, spend about a month in France with my Mother and then spend the rest of the summer helping weddings and getting ready for school. This summer I finished my internship, reconnected with a man I'd wanted to be with for two years, married him, didn't go to France but planned many weddings. Big changes. I'm not very good with change but this was a perfect summer.

I'm sad to see it end.

Of course it technically doesn't end until after Labor Day which is in a few days. I have a huge Gay Wedding Extravaganza that I've been planning for the past month with the first gay couple I've had since same sex marriage became legal in our state. I have to say I love this couple. They are two professionals who have been together for 20 years and never considered getting married until the law passed. They've created this entire weekend of celebration for their families and friends and I feel so lucky to be a part of it. I'm in charge of their rehearsal dinner Saturday night and of course the wedding and reception Sunday but they have so much more going on over the entire three day weekend. I'm really looking forward to it since over the weeks I have been working with these two men they have become my friends. There are people in this world that have such a beautiful essence about them and they definitely do. They are the kind of couple that you want to aspire to become because after 20 years it is clear to me that they love each other as much as if it was their first year together.

Back to school, this is my last semester. I feel like it's taken me forever to get here which it kind of has. I technically should've graduated this last year. My first semester was difficult for me which then put me behind. It wasn't that school was difficult but there were personal things going on that I could barely deal with and balancing school didn't go very well. Long story short, it has taken me longer to get here but I'm finally at the home stretch and honestly, I can't wait to be done. My classes today seem pretty promising but tomorrow is the big day for learning about my senior project. It's time to put everything I've learned into actual real life and design something. Personally I'll be happy come December and I'm done.

On an extremely fantastic note, I went to Boston two weeks ago and met my little brothers. Charlie is 8 and Thomas is 5 and I adore these two boys more than anything now. I was nervous the whole time before I got to them. I mean, I've never had siblings and I was worried they wouldn't like me but I was so wrong. My soon to be Stepmother is pretty awesome as well but I will say my Mother's fiance is a douchebag. A rich douchebag which is exactly they kind of man she likes.

Own me, you own
You rattle my bones
You turn me over and over
'Till I can't control myself
Make me a liar
One big disaster
You make my heart beat faster

Who makes your heart beat faster?

So I hear that those people who run this state decided to allow those of us who enjoy being with someone, who may have the same sexual parts as us, to get married...

How kind of them.

While I am grateful for this opportunity, it annoys me to no end that I have to get permission to pledge my love to someone just because my Tab A matches their Tab A.

I have been working for my Aunt since I was 15 and I have been to countless weddings. She gave me the honor of planning them on my own when I turned 18 and I have to say I do a damn good job of things. While this is not my choice of career, I can talk a Bridezilla down from the most monumental of tantrums. Just this past Saturday I had to deal with a very drunk Groom and his five drunk Groomsmen. I made sure they were dressed properly, sober and not reaking of alcohol by the time the organist started playing the bridal march. The lovely Bride had no clue her Groom was in such a state and didn't need to because this was the day she'd been dreaming of since she was probably a very little girl and she didn't need the stress. That's my job.

I can tell you that out of a possible 100 weddings I've done about 50 of the couples are still married. I've seen people spend huge amounts of money on ceremonies and parties and other things to make their day perfect to only be divorced a year later. Personally I'd rather take all of that money and go on a trip or splurge on clothes or both. Perhaps this is because I'm young and marriage isn't something that I am even considering at this time. I'm not quite sure it is something for me as my parents aren't exactly the greatest of examples. There's a lot of pressure to choose the perfect mate to spend the rest of your life with and the thought of making the wrong decision is enough for me to pledge eternal bachelorhood. I can live my life like a 1950s male who never quite found the right woman but lives with his "best friend".

I do have to say that at least now living in New York I have the choice whether or not I want to get married when the time does come.

On the upside, I can't wait to do my first gay wedding. I already called dibs!!

Most of my life I've had a pretty disruptive sleep schedule. I rarely get the recommended eight hours unless I take some kind of sleep aid which I hate to do. When I was young I was often woken up by insanity in my house. When I went away to school there was always something waking me or keeping me up later than it should have. Now I get so buried under school work and projects that my head never hits the pillow before one in the morning. I'm currently running on a 45 minute nap on the train on my way into the city for work this morning and many, many shots of espresso. Of course this is all my fault because by the time I got home last night I was so wound up that I couldn't relax.

I'm pretty sure my heart is going to explode one day from all the caffeine in my system. You have to love stimulants.

I have three weddings I'm doing this weekend because Aunt Veronica is out of town. She's living it up in Vegas while I take care of her business. She deserves a break but I'm kind of worried about her. She sent me a photo of some man in a thong and I don't even want to know what she's getting herself into out there. Of course now I really want to go to Vegas.

This could be Jude's fault for planting the thought in my head but I'm pretty sure I saw Neil Patrick Harris on the street today. I could've been hallucinating though. I stopped myself from accosting him right there because that wouldn't have been very polite. He is rather gorgeous.

Entertain me, friends. Tell me your celebrity crush.