Can't believe I've gone like a week without blogging. Anyhoo. Yes, I did see Attack of the Clones, with Mr. Thomas. Mwa. And other people, of course. He still hasn't paid me back. Despite trying very hard to avoid bringing up "that new Star Wars movie" at my sister's wedding, other people couldn't stop talking about it, and my parents would be like, "Hey, Angie's seen it!" Grr. Stupid high heels were extremely uncomfortable, and whoever decided to put beading along the side of a dress so that your underarms chafe like hell should be shot. But I looked nice, for once, and you get used to it after a while. My sister was very pretty (but she's generally pretty no matter what she wears, even the traditional Korean chima that makes everyone else look like a tent) and I feel sorrier for her.. she said the dress was really heavy. She had four dresses to change into and out of. Chinese qipao, traditional wedding dress, Korean chima, and evening dress for the dance.. oy. And they're not rentals either.

Nice, Catholic wedding. Except the sermon was all in Korean. And I was annoyed by the (English) sermon on divorce, considering that the father of the bride is divorced. My mom was extremely annoyed that before they had her and the groom's mom go up front and light some candles, the pastor only explained the ritual in Korean.

You'd be amazed by how ghetto looking the reception room was without decorations... before the reception we put on the tablecloths and the seat covers and the centerpieces (floating candles, wOOt!) and garlands and pots of fake flowers all around. Originally, it was fake wood tables (like the type you find at the school library) and folding chairs, with corny looking tin Greek wannabe columns down the middle, but it looked a lot better after we put several thousand dollars worth of decorations on. Plus, they turned off the flourescent lights and turned on the chandeliers and lit the candles. Thank you.

Food was.. odd.. though. Most of it was tempura, but they failed to provide us with tempura sauce.

Anyways.
But it was very romantic when my sister and her husband had their first dance and everyone gathered around them on the dance floor and blew bubbles..

Then when we went home, my dad had to return his tuxedo to one of the guests so that they could return it to the rental place, but my dad forgot to bring an extra pair of pants so he ended up wearing my spare skirt home... Lookie, he's Scottish! No one one fell for it who actually saw him indoors, but at least once we got to the parking lot in the dark it just looked like he was wearing a long coat or something. Oy.

My sister's wedding is next week so me and my mom went to G Street Fabrics on Saturday to buy cloth so she can make her dress. My mom's dress; my sister already has a dress. It was cool at first going 'ooh, shiny! Pretty! Soft!' but then it got annoying after like two hours with my mom going, "This shade of purple is too dark." "Too light." "Too solid colored." "Too hard to tailor." "Too aquatic." "Too blue." "Too red." "Too expensive." "Too cheap-looking." "Too thick." "Too sheer." Blah. Then she found an employee there (who was also an immigrant) and they commenced to have a strange strange cloth and sewing and whatnot conversation in broken English. ("It's lavendle. You use eet for ze linink. Ahn'd you use zis for ze girtle. And zis for ze skilt.") I went to sit on the sofas by the front door to wait for my mom to finish, which were apparently put there just for that purpose because the only other people sitting there were really bored looking husbands (and sons.)

Easter is boring, so I'll have to talk about yesterday.

Yesterday was a good food day. Food was basically the highlight of my day. I had.. um.. Breakfast/lunch at the IHOP close to RM. It was tasty. I wouldn't call it brunch, because that implies a snack between breakfast and lunch. That was my breakfast and lunch.

Bought a dress for my sister's wedding, and I guess for junior prom too by default even though I have no one to go with, since it seems a shame to buy like a $160 dress for just one occasion. It's real purty, but too big in the chest. Who'da thought? Still, I'm happy. I'll have to postpone cutting my hair though, since I don't want to do anything weird with my hair so close to my sister's wedding that I can't fix it beforehand.

Talked to my mom about my problems. Suckage. Problems seem to magnify when you talk about them.

Dinner at the Olive Garden, where I got to meet all my brother-in-law-to-be's relatives. I didn't know I had another sister. Geez. I'm so out of it. (Apparently she's my half-sister's half-sister so really not my actual sister... Maggie and I share a dad, but not a mom. Jessie and Maggie share a mom. So me and Jessie aren't related by blood at all.) Her boyfriend is cool though. (Selfishly) I hope they get married so I can hang out with him more. DAN DA MAN!

Went to midnight Easter mass to see Maggie baptized (to Margaret, named after the saint) at the Glorious Korean Catholic Martyrs Church or something. Many paintings in the hallways of Glorious Korean Catholic Martyrs being Martyred in various painful ways. Joy. I hate the word martyr now since Osama uses it so much.. Blah. First time attending a Catholic mass, unless you count watching midnight Christmas Mass by the Pope last year on tv... Lots of dunking faces into water, dudes in white robes, women in lacy veils and chimas, eating wafers, lighting candles, swinging censors, praying on padded knee cushions, asking for donations via baskets sent through the pews on poles, chanting and singing hymns in Korean, maybe some Latin. Some carrying around in a procession of what looked to be Jesus Onna Cross (I'd say stick but that'd be blasphemous). For two hours. I amused myself by calculating powers of two.. I got up to 8192 and then stopped. It's not very far, but my math sucks. My dad had attempted before Mass to swordfight with the unlit candles before my oldest sister acted properly horrified. Dan was lucky because my brother-in-law-to-be, Dongwoo, was sitting next to him and had a prayer book or something in both English and Korean so he could at least follow along. And he does know what's goin' on, being a disillusioned Irish Catholic. Blah. It was interesting, sort of though, and uplifting, sort of, and on the whole very boring. I used to be inspired by this sort of stuff at one time or another, but not anymore. Understood some works. "Isa-ray-el", "Egyptai", "Hosana" (should mean something, don't know though), "Deus." Familial comments on how my oldest sister married a Buddhist, and Maggie is marrying a Catholic, so what about me?? (Atheist, I'm thinking.)

Some good quotage all around.

"If you can't have fun at church, where can you?" -Dan
"Well, Muslims read the Koran in Arabic, and the original Christian Bible was in Aladdin.. er.. Latin.." -My mom