A lot has happened in the past week. First, my sister and I painted our rooms. Second, I believe I had a concussion. I hit my head on a mounted TV, had a ‘fuzzy head’ feeling that lasted 2.5 days, and, since my health insurance doesn’t kick in for another month, gave myself a diagnosis with the help of Yahoo! Answers (”Do you feel confused?” YES! ALWAYS!). I hope I didn’t kill too many brain cells, because the ones I had left were very important to me.

Third, I went to a wedding. It was pretty fun, considering the fact that I didn’t know many people. Matt succeeded in his plan to be drunk by 5:30 p.m. Though, the thing about weddings is they always get me thinking. My imagination starts bubbling and that is not good for my injured brain. For my own (make-believe) wedding, I’ve decided I will have a steel drum band. Ideally, I would like to hire the singers on the 50 First Dates soundtrack, but Matt says it might be little hard to get Wyclef Jean, Fergie and 311 to come. Of course, the whole marriage aspect of all this still makes me shiver. I’m thinking about joining Natasha and Jenny in their quest to become cougars. Now, that’s the good life, I tell you.

Fourth, Max and Laura won “Grease: You’re The One That I Want.” All is right with the world.

Fifth, I tried on the bridesmaid dress I will be wearing in my cousin’s wedding. It’s super glamorous and, um, super low-cut.

“Are you sure I don’t need boobs to wear this thing?,” I ask her.

“Yes, you’ll look good,” she says. “You’ll be at a church.”