Brand-spankin new at this...

Ok so this is my attempt at writing again. See I used to write (and very well I might add), but it seems to me that one day it just POOF! went away. I actually can't stand to write , but I think that my hating-writing-syndrome only rears its ugly head when the college wants me to write something...hmm I might have something on my hands there...

Anyway back to my point...

I ask all of my zero followers to please bear with me if my writing skills suck. Just don't tell me they do. Nod your head, smile, and lie and tell me that I am the next Ernest Hemingway.

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I guess I can blog all about the last two (very busy) weeks in the life of Kylie Soon-to-be-Bolling. Well, on the 26th or so of May I went down to St. Pete Beach in my amazing home state of Florida with my mother on one of her oh-so-important work conferences. (No really, they are actually important...they give my mother the proof she needs to tell people that she's the big-wig in the county that she actually is. If only she did that.) St. Pete was amazing; I've officially decided that's where the big wedding is going to be next November. Its like a slightly bigger version of downtown Myrtle Beach.

Well anyway, I spent three incredible days at the beach, walking around the hotel (because I didn't know how to get anywhere and I am terrified of getting lost), basking in the amazing Florida sunshine, and eating cannolis with my mother in the living room of the hotel suite watching Sex and the City the Movie.

Well the day after I got back from St. Pete Beach I flew out to Los Angeles to see my amazing boyfriend (he was actually my boyfriend at the time, not my fiancee). He was having family issues, and he needed me, and me being the Queen of all girlfriends, I flew out to see him. We spent four days together, walked all around the lovely (not) neighborhood of Inglewood, and discovering my brand new hatred for all things Los Angeles.

In all actuality, I thought I had accidentally gotten on the wrong plane and landed in Mexico. No, seriously, I did. The only three restaurants around the high-class Comfort Inn and Suites (hahahahaha) that we had a choice to eat at was El Pollo Loco, some Hawaiian BBQ joint, and another mexican place. I just thank the dear Lord that I adore all things Mexican food or else I would have been in Hell.

The trip was an overall success, if I do say so myself. The night after I flew in, Darren put a blindfold on me, stuck us both on a cab, and one 25 dollar cab ride later, we were on Manhattan Beach. Right there, under the California sunset, he got down on one knee, and asked me to be his wife.

(This is where I laugh and tell you that I was lying)

He really did ask me to marry him, but it was at the Comfort Inn. It was sunset though. (I love you Darren!) If he and I had more money, I'm sure, no I'm positive, that it actually would have happened on the beach. I only know this because he told me his elaborate plan after he already asked me and we were both laughing hysterically at the fact that it happened in Little Mexico in a 60 dollar a night hotel room.

And the cab ride wasnt a lie either. Although it was only 17 dollars, not 25, and it wasn't to Manhattan Beach. Well gee, I guess it was a lie. Anyway, we proceeded to try and explore more about the neighborhood we were staying in, so we had the front desk lady call us a cab. Well the cab driver didn't speak English, and we were trying to tell him that we just wanted to go to a mall or something where we could get out of the room for a bit and walk around without fear of being shot. Well we must have said something right because he said "yes yes!" and started driving. He dropped us off like a mile and a half (and 17 dollars) down the road from our hotel, at the Sepulveda Plaza or something like that. But we didn't check the time before we left, and after our ride drove away, we realized everything was closed. Well out of respect for each other, we pretended not to notice for a few steps, and then we called each other idiots.

BUT! We found a movie theater! And Shrek 4 was playing, and me being the two year-old that I am, I begged him to see it with me. It was hilarious! I'm recommending to all persons under the age of 85 to see that movie immediately. (Do the roar!) OMG kids movies are the all time greatest.

WHEW! I'm tired just relaying my two weeks on here...and I'm still not done! Bear with me, I'm almost there. OK...so two days after I came home from LA, my new FIANCEE (I love saying that) flew out here so that he and I could drive up to his parent's house in Jacksonville, NC.

By the way...anyone that's ever made that drive can vouch for me that it is incredibly long. Ugh. But we spent two days out there with his parents, then drove back and spent two days with my parents. Overall it was a good trip. At least I got to see him twice in a week. That's amazing for us, believe me. I showed off my ring (which is absolutely beautiful! I promise the ring doesn't match the engagement. Again, I love you Darren.) And my boyfriend has great taste in diamonds, let me tell you. Although that may be because he called me a while ago and tried to be discreet when he randomly threw in the question "Ummmmm, whats your favorite cut of diamond?" Discreet baby, discreet. Ahh and my favorite two days later, "Baby? Whats your ring size?" HAHA I love him. He tries to keep secrets, he just sucks at it.

Holy cow I didn't realize how long this thing was going to be. I apologize immensely to all of you for having to read my rambling. Although seeing as how I actually have no followers yet, I don't actually have anyone to apologize to. So I take it back from no one! Mwah hahahaha! Yeaaaa......I'm going to say tata for now.

Kylie "Soon-to-be-Bolling" Moody