Prom Status.

Prom Dress Status? Nada. This could be a problem.....damnage. (Bahaha. I made a funny.)

I have a couple of places i'm going to go. Hopefully I find something. I've found a black one. Which I love. But I'd need color pops. And I hate Claire's. Forever 21, here I come.

Prom

Guess who has a date to prom????





ME!!!!!!

I'm going with Isaak. But now I need to find a dress......uh oh. Wish me luck!!!!

I never know what to post on this stupid thing anymore. I don't like it.
I hate it.

Beautiful Christ.

On this Easter Day, let us remember why we celebrate this wonderful day.

Jesus is risen.

(:

I know I need to say good bye. But I can't. Everything is a memory. It's been so long. I should be long over any ray of emotion I ever felt for you. They were all real. I didn't realize how extensive of a history you could have with a person, until you left. Waving is essentially useless. Sometimes, it's just better to allow things to slip into silences. Long hard silences that rip hearts out, and make them bleed. You deserve the very best that all the world the world has to offer. I wish that was me. But quite obviously, it's not. I know. It's been months and months. But do you ever feel anything? Like the dull numb emptiness everytime you see me? I'm not saying that everytime I see your face, it makes me unhappy, but my tummy dully flips from memory. Every word. Every touch. A lie. Even if it wasn't a lie. You knew. So we'd watch a movie. And you'd have your arms around me, and I'd run my fingertips up and down your arms. Pretending I wasn't scared of the movie. I'd hold your hand in the backseat. While you looked at me, and looked away. You'd offer to drive, because you knew he was high. You'd apologize as you dropped me off. You'd kiss me. And that'd be it. Something was wrong. Something wasn't right. But you were good at making everything okay. Just for me. I just wish I would have known sooner.

Please.
This is what I can give.
What else do you need from me.
I might be sick,
Broken, torn to pieces,
So whatever this is.
This thing that I've become,
You hate it so much,
You keep on running from it.
Ay. No matter the distance.
Oh. No matter how. Far.

P-R-O-M.

Whatever....I don't need a date.

Here's my article that was published in my school paper about not having a date.

" Dress. Check. Hair treatment, color, and style. Check. Makeup. Check. Heels I can’t walk in. Check. Date? ………..Uh oh.

Prom is an event the entire nation celebrates and indulges in. But what happens when that event, or dream, is interrupted by the lack of a vital ingredient to the mix? What happens when you don’t get asked to Prom?

As a girl, I know the importance that is placed on being asked to Prom. Not only is it a sign of potential charm, but it’s absolutely flattering to oneself. There’s so much weight on being asked to Prom in fact, that Anti-Prom pity parties are thrown when someone isn’t asked. Is this not degrading?

So what if you don’t have a date to the Prom? Celebrate with your girls! You can still go to the Prom without a date. Split the ticket cost with a girlfriend. (So much cheaper…just saying.) Get dressed up together. Style each other’s hair, help one another with makeup, and wear that dress. Go with your girls out to dinner, and actually have a good time. There’s no one to impress, so you can actually be yourself. Go to the dance, and dance. DJ’s are always good about playing girl boosting tunes when you’re in a girl group.

Though going in a group of girls isn’t the same as going with the guy of your dreams, it can still be a lot of fun. Prom is a celebration, so treat it that way.

(I’m not writing this article to discourage guys to not ask girls to prom. Guys, keep asking. And if you can’t think of anyone to ask, look around in your classes. I’m sure there’s a girl that’s dying to go with you.)"

I found the most perfect dress.....Ever. Not even kidding.

I'm sorry, but it would look HOTT on my body. And with gold glads...um. KILLER!

So maybe I'll ask a guy.

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It used to be that whenever I had an empty blog past, I would just write whatever came to my mind. Now, I fear what goes on in my mind a little, and sometimes wonder why it is that I even bother to have this stupid thing. No one reads it anyway.

So today, I'm going to try to do something a little bit different. I'm going to write about the things that really actually are going on in my mind. And know that it's going to be okay.

Fact of the day: Pain is all in our minds. Every little pain, tickle, stab, cut, slap, and papercut we experience is all in our minds. This is because of the nerve endings that connect in our brains and tell us that something is wrong and we are feeling pain. There is a condition where you never feel pain, but these patients often die, because they don't know if they are infected with anything, because, again, they can't feel pain.

Why am I talking about this? Because we experience pain every day of our lives. Every second of everyday, there is some kind of pain going on in our bodies, but we have trained ourselves to ignore the little things, because when one is focused on everything that they're doing, the last thing they think about is their pulse they can feel in their fingertips.

So forget about physical pain for a minute. Emotional pain can be just as harmful, and cause just as much stress as a physical injury. Pain of a break up for instance. You can be single for months on end, and be dating, but the hurt of the last break up doesn't fade until you find a new love.




So why is it so hard to find a new love?

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I don't want to say that I'm disappointed, but I most definitely am. I am officially the only person I know that hasn't been asked to prom. And I don't have a good excuse. I'm not in hair school, I'm not at MATC all the time, most of the time, I'm at freaking school. Not that it matters. Last year was excusable because I wasn't "16". (Prom was 2 DAYS before my birthday. Just saying.) Maybe I'm just a loser. I don't get it. And I probably won't. I'm not like my older sister, who was NEVER at school, and managed to get asked twice her junior year, and once or twice her senior year. Not even fair. And I'll reiterate. I'm AT SCHOOL! Ugh...I'll just help Sariah choose her dress, and do her make up, and send her off to prom.

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Crawl into my skull,

Etching your imprint,

Forever into my mind.

Leaving every vision,

Any little sound,

The smallest tastes,

Entirely traced.

Realizations terrifies,

While reality terrorizes,

Whatever sanity,

Existed before.