Wedding Planning Tips

Tedious darkness of the night seeped in through the gap in the curtain, penetrating the stillness surrounding it. Heavy tears rolled from my cheek. I held my breath. Silhouettes pressed, desperately on what was visible of the blinds, I held my crucifix tighter and pressed it closer to my chest, as the eager silence screamed in my ears.
# # #
The empty mahogany pews dominated the placid, enchanting scene, bordering the path to, him. The path covered in a thick blanket of virgin white snow. We were alone, no-one around for miles not even a vicar, just as we had planned, I smiled to myself, and the sky was white, as if a reflection from the snowy dressing on the earth, black handsome, leafless trees dotted the tranquil background. all this tinted by my pale, slight veil, which I flung confidently from my face, revealing to myself the poetic vista in more artistic detail…
# # #
Embracing the silence I closed my eyes, and focused on the pain, I ran my fingers continuously over my neck, making a visual image of my pierced skin. Cold blood flowed by my frozen fingers. I was not to be one of them, ever.
# # #
…Firmly holding his hand, I idolized the golden ring, as he slipped it onto my finger.
Lost in his eyes, my heart melted as he leaned down towards me. He hesitated, and then turned his face to whisper in my ear. I listened. His grip tightened round my wrist. Misplaced in his breath I heard him say, “Sorry”. He put his mouth to my neck. At first I failed to anticipate the danger as a rush of passion had taken my sight, like a moth to a flame it hit me, the danger, I cringed…
# # #
Reopening my eyes, returning to my nightmare, I dragged my hand; stained red with blood, threw the end of my white dress.
# # #
… Agonizing pain engulfed me, he had done it I knew it, I glared at him, how could, he promised! I winced involuntarily, as I noticed the blood dripping fluently down onto my pearl white dress. He stepped back, as if I was the monster! …
# # #
Conceited shadows bragged, reaching for me, behind the glass. These quirky illusory shapes stretched, and reformed to create a man, the shadow drifted past, but I knew, he, was there, waiting for me? To finish me off? I was not to be one of them!
# # #
… I ran.
# # #
Emerging I picked up my puffy white dress and stood up. My right foot reassuringly followed my left as I closed in on the evident gap in the curtain. The silence now dreadfully inexpressible, lost by the image of his gaunt expression, dread contaminated my mind. Pushing back the blinds, darkness, nothing, except my own distressed reflection, echoing, recalling the past hours. The wedding. We were to be married, I knew what he was almost from the day I met him, and I didn’t care, so simple-mindedly I fell in love with him. He said he would never, bite me, he would resist, he promised.
Looking back at the window, still nothing. I ran my fingers threw my hair and pulled the veil from my face, and tossed it on the floor.
Turning slightly I caught a glimpse of a bleached white shape. My heart missed a beat, I vigorously tore the blinds away, my mind binged on adrenaline and fear.
His pained, desperate expression bled in through the glass. It was him, my vampire.
I screamed.
Suddenly the world twisted, deep within my body an unsatisfied sensation screeched. Mentally disembodying my collected self, I threw my body to the floor, a ravenous craving planted in my mind, captivated my reasons. I clawed the carpet desperately protesting at the immoral idea of my thirst, salivating I gasped heavily for air. My bite throbbed, his bite. An inception for my yearning, my forbidden desire, for blood.
Opening my eyes I saw Ashley’s body bent over my own, on the floor. His left arm firmly held my back so I was almost up right, his face buried beneath my chin and his lips sealed over his bite, hadn’t he had enough!
“ASHLEY!” I cried vigorously at him, and struck at him with my fists though its effects irrelevant I continued to abuse him. My body limp. I felt empty. Dropping my hands to floor, I had little if any energy to flinch as the broken glass struck my drained skin. No blood flowed.
Withdrawing his head cautiously, he strained his eyes deeper into mine. Resentfully I rejected his gaze and acknowledged the gaping hole in the glass, the broken window introduced a vapid chill, choking me, “Ashley” I moaned, I watched warily as he plunged his head back to my throat, surrendering I closed my eyes consequently clashing into the formidable blackness.

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Tedious darkness of the night seeped in through the gap in the curtain, penetrating the stillness surrounding it. Heavy tears rolled from my cheek. I held my breath. Silhouettes pressed, desperately on what was visible of the blinds, I held my crucifix tighter and pressed it closer to my chest, as the eager silence screamed in my ears.
# # #
The empty mahogany pews dominated the placid, enchanting scene, bordering the path to, him. The path covered in a thick blanket of virgin white snow. We were alone, no-one around for miles not even a vicar, just as we had planned, I smiled to myself, and the sky was white, as if a reflection from the snowy dressing on the earth, black handsome, leafless trees dotted the tranquil background. all this tinted by my pale, slight veil, which I flung confidently from my face, revealing to myself the poetic vista in more artistic detail…
# # #
Embracing the silence I closed my eyes, and focused on the pain, I ran my fingers continuously over my neck, making a visual image of my pierced skin. Cold blood flowed by my frozen fingers. I was not to be one of them, ever.
# # #
…Firmly holding his hand, I idolized the golden ring, as he slipped it onto my finger.
Lost in his eyes, my heart melted as he leaned down towards me. He hesitated, and then turned his face to whisper in my ear. I listened. His grip tightened round my wrist. Misplaced in his breath I heard him say, “Sorry”. He put his mouth to my neck. At first I failed to anticipate the danger as a rush of passion had taken my sight, like a moth to a flame it hit me, the danger, I cringed…
# # #
Reopening my eyes, returning to my nightmare, I dragged my hand; stained red with blood, threw the end of my white dress.
# # #
… Agonizing pain engulfed me, he had done it I knew it, I glared at him, how could, he promised! I winced involuntarily, as I noticed the blood dripping fluently down onto my pearl white dress. He stepped back, as if I was the monster! …
# # #
Conceited shadows bragged, reaching for me, behind the glass. These quirky illusory shapes stretched, and reformed to create a man, the shadow drifted past, but I knew, he, was there, waiting for me? To finish me off? I was not to be one of them!
# # #
… I ran.
# # #
Emerging I picked up my puffy white dress and stood up. My right foot reassuringly followed my left as I closed in on the evident gap in the curtain. The silence now dreadfully inexpressible, lost by the image of his gaunt expression, dread contaminated my mind. Pushing back the blinds, darkness, nothing, except my own distressed reflection, echoing, recalling the past hours. The wedding. We were to be married, I knew what he was almost from the day I met him, and I didn’t care, so simple-mindedly I fell in love with him. He said he would never, bite me, he would resist, he promised.
Looking back at the window, still nothing. I ran my fingers threw my hair and pulled the veil from my face, and tossed it on the floor.
Turning slightly I caught a glimpse of a bleached white shape. My heart missed a beat, I vigorously tore the blinds away, my mind binged on adrenaline and fear.
His pained, desperate expression bled in through the glass. It was him, my vampire.
I screamed.
Suddenly the world twisted, deep within my body an unsatisfied sensation screeched. Mentally disembodying my collected self, I threw my body to the floor, a ravenous craving planted in my mind, captivated my reasons. I clawed the carpet desperately protesting at the immoral idea of my thirst, salivating I gasped heavily for air. My bite throbbed, his bite. An inception for my yearning, my forbidden desire, for blood.
Opening my eyes I saw Ashley’s body bent over my own, on the floor. His left arm firmly held my back so I was almost up right, his face buried beneath my chin and his lips sealed over his bite, hadn’t he had enough!
“ASHLEY!” I cried vigorously at him, and struck at him with my fists though its effects irrelevant I continued to abuse him. My body limp. I felt empty. Dropping my hands to floor, I had little if any energy to flinch as the broken glass struck my drained skin. No blood flowed.
Withdrawing his head cautiously, he strained his eyes deeper into mine. Resentfully I rejected his gaze and acknowledged the gaping hole in the glass, the broken window introduced a vapid chill, choking me, “Ashley” I moaned, I watched warily as he plunged his head back to my throat, surrendering I closed my eyes consequently clashing into the formidable blackness.

BEAT! beat! drums!—Blow! bugles! blow!
Through the windows—through doors—burst like a ruthless force,
Into the solemn church, and scatter the congregation;
Into the school where the scholar is studying;
Leave not the bridegroom quiet—no happiness must he have now with his bride; 5
Nor the peaceful farmer any peace, plowing his field or gathering his grain;
So fierce you whirr and pound, you drums—so shrill you bugles blow.
2
Beat! beat! drums!—Blow! bugles! blow!
Over the traffic of cities—over the rumble of wheels in the streets:
Are beds prepared for sleepers at night in the houses? No sleepers must sleep in those beds; 10
No bargainers’ bargains by day—no brokers or speculators—Would they continue?
Would the talkers be talking? would the singer attempt to sing?
Would the lawyer rise in the court to state his case before the judge?
Then rattle quicker, heavier drums—you bugles wilder blow.
3
Beat! beat! drums!—Blow! bugles! blow! 15
Make no parley—stop for no expostulation;
Mind not the timid—mind not the weeper or prayer;
Mind not the old man beseeching the young man;
Let not the child’s voice be heard, nor the mother’s entreaties;
Make even the trestles to shake the dead, where they lie awaiting the hearses, 20
So strong you thump, O terrible drums—so loud you bugles blow.

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BEAT! beat! drums!—Blow! bugles! blow!
Through the windows—through doors—burst like a ruthless force,
Into the solemn church, and scatter the congregation;
Into the school where the scholar is studying;
Leave not the bridegroom quiet—no happiness must he have now with his bride; 5
Nor the peaceful farmer any peace, plowing his field or gathering his grain;
So fierce you whirr and pound, you drums—so shrill you bugles blow.
2
Beat! beat! drums!—Blow! bugles! blow!
Over the traffic of cities—over the rumble of wheels in the streets:
Are beds prepared for sleepers at night in the houses? No sleepers must sleep in those beds; 10
No bargainers’ bargains by day—no brokers or speculators—Would they continue?
Would the talkers be talking? would the singer attempt to sing?
Would the lawyer rise in the court to state his case before the judge?
Then rattle quicker, heavier drums—you bugles wilder blow.
3
Beat! beat! drums!—Blow! bugles! blow! 15
Make no parley—stop for no expostulation;
Mind not the timid—mind not the weeper or prayer;
Mind not the old man beseeching the young man;
Let not the child’s voice be heard, nor the mother’s entreaties;
Make even the trestles to shake the dead, where they lie awaiting the hearses, 20
So strong you thump, O terrible drums—so loud you bugles blow.

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Sort of. What I mean is, out of nowhere, this girl that I like (and get along perfectly with) has started ignoring my texts. It makes no sense to me because even though she’s missed a few before and I know one I sent didn’t go through, this is a different story. We haven’t spoken in a week now and I didn’t even *do* anything. I don’t want to sound presumptuous but I know I didn’t. And nothing bad or weird happened between us at all. In fact, things were going great before this happened.
I mean, they’ve been going great since I met her but last week we were talking almost more than usual, it felt like. She texted me out of the blue on a couple occasions and sent me a couple IMs so she was obviously interested in talking to me. And we’ve always had lengthy conversations in the past via text, sometimes ones that’d last over the course of an entire evening until we both said goodnight to one another.
Now she’s just totally ignored all attempts to get ahold of her. Granted I didn’t try to call yet but I have terrible anxiety about calling girls. I haven’t tried sending her a message over iChat/AIM yet either. But I have seen her online, so I know she hasn’t blocked me. Something I figure a person would do if they really did not want to speak to someone. You know?
Not to mention we follow each other’s Tumblr blogs and she’s still been liking/reblogging posts of mine in the past seven days. Something else I figure she wouldn’t be doing if she was mad at me. Especially since three of those posts were somewhat older ones of mine (one of them a couple months or so old) that she would’ve had to search for or hunt down.
Also, I left a random video of a cat (since she loves them) in her comment/ask box on her blog and she replied to it with laughter (in text form, but still) and replied to me when I suggested a song for the wedding playlist she was making for her sister.
So she’s not totally ignoring my existence, it’s just that there’s been no direct phone contact/talking in the past week and it’s kinda scaring me. A lot, actually. I know her phone’s on her because of posts I noticed in my feed where she mentioned having it and all that. Though there was one today where she mentioned it “deciding not to work”. Though I dunno how long that’s been going on.
We’ve always got along really well and she really seems to like me a lot, at least based on things she’s told me before. (Calling me cute, hilarious, amazing, talking to me all the time, stuff like that). So I have no idea what’s happened all of a sudden. Granted it’s the holiday season and people are busy but out of a whole week, she couldn’t find the time to try to get ahold of me? I don’t know.
Any kind of help/thoughts/etc would be greatly appreciated. I’m scared to try and contact her again soon because I don’t want to irritate her but still…I’m worried. I just want to know what’s going on.

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Wedding planning is a skill and nearly an art. While some people try their best to handle the details on their own, most successful weddings have several people in the mix. From mothers to professional wedding planners, there are so many details and decisions involved in the big day that it’s wise to share the load among many. There are a number of different areas that must be considered when creating the wedding of your dreams.

While location and the dress are indeed a large part of the wedding, as are the invitations, the flowers are a major part of the event. Meeting and deciding upon a florist early on in the process ensures that you’ll have beautiful flowers for the wedding. Be sure and note if you need boutonnières for the groom and his men, a garland for the flower girl’s hair or petals for the flower girl to scatter. It’s usually traditional for the mother of the bride and the groom to get corsages as well.

When in the midst of wedding planning the menu for the reception is another detail that couples tend to put off until later or sometimes too late. The day before the event is a bit late to let the chef know that you abhor chicken and want none of it served, or that the mother of the groom is allergic to mushrooms. Meeting with your cake designer early on in the process and making sure that you’re scheduled with them is quite important as cakes don’t keep and they’ll need to keep the day of and the day before your wedding clear for your event.

Another area that tends to fall through the cracks is transportation. While many couples handle their own transportation to and from the venue, the truth of the matter is that for larger weddings, having parking available and signs up to direct guests to parking will greatly improve the mood of your well-wishers. Few things are more uncomfortable than walking eight city blocks to a wedding in high heels because the parking was either unavailable or you simply could not find it.

Wedding planning can be a bit hectic, especially if you’re handling it on your own. Be sure and start early and get help and support along the way and your special day will be everything you want and nothing that you don’t.