I am still engaged ;) but it's two months later

So, since the last time I joined the rest of the world (aka BLOGGED) many things have happened. No, I did not get a book deal like Breakup babe. Heh. That would be sick. One blog - four hundred and eleven words and Random House calls. I know enough to know that THAT is not how the world works. Well, it usually doesn't work that way. Case in point - here I sit writing blog #2 and no book deal. That's okay. As it turns out that is not why I am writing this blog. In fact, I am so not writing this blog to get a book deal that I am not even going to refer to this as a blog anymore. It's my journal. And for now it is my little journal. Since it is only 2 entries (see - they are not BLOGS) I can call it little. When it gets bigger it will be my journal and when it gets a book deal well, then we'll just see what will happen. Heh.
So what did happen since the last entry of Couch? I sat on my couch for many hours. But I also ran the New York City marathon on November 7. No shit. I am a couch sitter but also a marathon runner. It was my first time and I am prety sure my last. Now I can sit on my couch for hours on end ( I mean it!) (anybody want a peanut?) and my guilty conscience can go to hell. Hell I tell you.
On the one hand training to run a marathon was a lot of work. I can say that due to my experience of training for a marathon. I did tell you I ran the NYC marathon, right? Waking up early, long runs on weekends, buying gear (actually that is not one of the annoyances of running - you really don't need to buy many specialized items) etc. Oh not to mention the work of getting through the two weeks before the marathon. As a first timer that was nerve wracking. Oh man. But why dwell on the dark side of marathon running?! (and let's be honest - the REALLY dark side is running the thing! - well, in my case running mile 22 anyway - more on that later).
So, the other hand is that it was NOT a lot of work. I ran during the week with a neighbor (who also completed her first marathon on Nov. 7), and completed about 5 - 6 long runs (anything over 10 to me is a long run) from July - October and tapered up until the big day.
So I ran the marathon - more on that later.
I also set a date for my wedding. I guess I should say "our" but that feels dishonest and not because it isn't his wedding too but because he is not writing this entry. For the sake of consistency, it is my wedding unless he is helping with entry writing. Which he is not.
So the point is I set a date and it is soon! 5 months away. Lots to do. Once post marathon work is done. Post marathon work involves lots of couch sitting, eating ice cream, and NOT going to the gym. A "heh" would normally go here but due to rule #1 in blog #1 (only 3 "heh"s per email - the third one being the end of the entry) it will be used later on.
Meanwhile there is not reason for the title - "I am still engaged" - absolutely none. I am not the type to get engaged and be surprised that the engagement lasts two months. Or to even think that the relationship would not go to the wedded bliss stage. I just used that as the title because I feel like this method of documentation calls for some rebellious, sarcastic, hell with it all, did I mention rebellious attitude? Maybe rebellious isn't the right word. . .perhaps self-deprecating is it. Like, dudes, I am writing my personal thoughts on the internet and dude, can you believe it? I am still engaged? Lame. Yeah. But I like it and it is sticking.
So one more random thought about something I wrote at the very beginning of this entry.
"One blog - four hundred and eleven words and Random House calls. " Take out the capital "r" and the capital "h" and the sentence changes. I am not sure what it means exactly but I think it's funny. Something about it makes me laugh. Like,
"Doctor what is it. It's a big brick building but that is not important right now. "
and
My speech was FOUR HUNDRED AND ELEVEN WORDS AND RANDOM HOUSE CALLS are all I get because of those words.
Heh.

Today is the first blog day

Blogs are so 2003, huh? Even writing that is so 2003. Well, f that. I loved 2003. So, here in 2004 I am trying to bring it back. I am sitting on my couch starting my first blog. Watching Law and Order. On a regular weekday night. Not regular in that I am sitting on my couch. Usually I am either out until 10:30ish - - visiting friends, eating at a restaurant - - or I am lying on my couch. Ha. But the just sitting here all night has caused me to start this blog. I needed something to do and doing it I am.

I got engaged two weeks ago. Well, we got engaged. It was fun and continues to be but I am in denial too about certain things. Like planning a wedding. Yeah, I'm the bride. Well, the bride to be that is. But I am not your typical New York City bride. Well, now wouldn't all New York City brides say that? I won't even say, "but it's true!" That would be too typical. So, yeah I am in denial. That shit takes a lot of work. "That shit" being my wedding. A wedding. THE wedding. (I guess I won't be linking this blog to our wedding site. Heh.)

That's basically the only thing I am in denial about. So, no, I don't "have a date yet". One of these days we will. Now that will be an even bigger day then when we got engaged. I knew the engagement was coming. We live together for pete's sake. And if I do say so myself, I am a pretty good roommate and girlfriend. I had no reason to doubt the rock on my left finger was going to get there. Heh.

I think this blog needs some rules. One is that while more that one "heh" might be too many I do think that three "heh"s will signal the end of the day's entry. So, there's one more left for tonight.

So I knew the engagement was coming and I have known for a few months. But a wedding date? Well, that is so final. So, interesting. So, with me for the rest of my life. The date. Plus, as "the bride" I have such power. Such control over that date. I never get to pick another date like it. My birthday - well that's my birthday. My engagement date, well, he got to pick that. The day I met the guy I am going to marry, well, no one selected that. It just is. The wedding date. Well, fuck, I have already been thinking about it too much. Fuck. I am one of those typical New York City brides. Heh.