Six to Eight Years from Now...

Today I had some one jokingly ask if what I was doing and if I was working on my wedding invitations.. (!!?!!)
Yeah, it was interesting.
My first response was 'What?!'..."What wedding?"
His reply- "Oh (haha) aren't you getting married?"
"No."
"Oh, (*smirk*) I thought you were getting married."
"Don't worry I won't leave you out, you'll get an invitation in like six to eight years when I get married."
"Ouch"
"Yeah." -what was I thinking? eight years?! I don't want to have to wait that long! Maybe I said that because deep down I'm afraid it will be that or longer... Which is probably caused by a lot of my peers (that means people I know that are my age) getting married, which is just plain scary, (seriously, cut it out people) in two ways. 1. I'm the marrying age! Agh! I don't want to be the marrying age! Why can't I just be a kid forever? and 2. They're getting married and I've never even been asked out, or told that someone likes me... Scary.
And then I think 'This is terribly silly, I can't believe that I'm even thinking this' but you know what, I'm a girl, I think it's about time that I : 1. Give myself some slack (I've been avoiding being a girl when it comes to boys my whole life) and 2. Grow up. 'Nough said.
I'm feeling a little off today- hence my blog is all over the place right now (I hope it's entertaining- I like it when people laugh) and I think I'm a little sugar high... I just ate a three serving bag of gummy bears that I had bought with the intention of sticking them in my purse and making them last all week...yup, all over the place.
I think I'm going to go lift weights. It's been a while... like eighteen months or so... good times.
:-)
Samia