So Vadim is encouraging me to read The New Penguin History of THE WORLD, because apparently I don't know any history and an 1184-page book (printed in tiny tiny font) seems like a good place to start. The book pretty much assumes you know nothing, very appropriately in my case, as it starts from that whole homo erectus thing, and probably even earlier, but I can't quite remember how to spell those earlier ape-like beings. But to be honest with all of you, I don't see what the point is. Let's say I actually am able to get through this book (which I highly doubt), pretty much a week later I will have forgotten everything I read. How do I know that? Well, I spent 2 months studying for the bar, and I swear now I don't remember any law what so ever. I mean that's not even the most startling example. I spent 3 of the past years in law school, and if someone told me to speak at length about what I've learned, I really doubt that I could do it.

(I certainly hope that it never occurs to me to use this blog in an effort to secure employment for myself, since I am not doing such a hot job advertising myself. But seriously - if anybody would like to hire me, please let me know where to forward my resume. I am a very hard worker, have excellent writing and research skills, and diverse and challenging educational and work experiences. /end cover letter)

If I were to be a tad more honest, I would put down in my cover letters: "I am desperately eager to get off the couch and start earning some money so that I can pay back my student loans. I am even more eager to be able to go shopping for clothes and jewelry without feeling any twinges of guilt. These petty desires will be motivation enough to make me a good bet for your firm. Sincerely, me."

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So as you can see, we're back from our honeymoon, and thus I'm back to my old, non-princess self. On my way back from Greece (on the never-ending 10 hour flight), I was slowly killing my remaining brain cells by perusing a copy of Cosmopolitan magazine (which I purchased for 8 euros, which is around 11 dollars, and I am not joking). For the duration of the whole flight, I read the magazine, and during the whole flight I kept thinking how utterly ridiculous, dumb, repetitive the darn thing is, and how I must be a complete retard to keep reading it. And yet, I finished the whole thing. So I ask you - does the fact that I REALIZE the stupidity of what I was reading provide any sort of excuse, or does it still mean that I'm just as empty-headed as the tarts who read this sort of literature on a regular basis? By hour 9 on the plane I felt sufficiently guilty enough to read a chapter on homo erectus. The reason I brought up Cosmo (which escaped me for a moment) is that there was an article in it about the wedding craze, and how everybody is getting married to keep up with celebrity weddings. The last (and supposedly sombering) line of the article said something like "princess for a day really only lasts one day", after which the bride must get back to reality and accept the painful truth of mundane, every day post-wedding life.

I actually am GLAD that the wedding is over and done with. It was so stressful, the planning, the worrying, all the crap that went wrong. Also all the thoughts of guilt I had about spending my energy on something that's so expensive, something that's only going to last one day... I am very relieved that it's behind us. I am looking forward to laughing at my other friends who are frantically running around planning their weddings, and knowing that my part is only to show up and enjoy the party.

And even though people said that probably nothing would change, since we've been already living together for a while, that is not quite true. A little something is different, and let me tell you - it is a good, warm feeling. And even though I bitch and comlain, that whole wedding thing - hell, I'll admit it, it was all worth it: