Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Please! Anything but mixed messages

Eighteen years, two of those years with a drivers license, four of those years with a phone, six being boy crazy, and today one mistake! I've always heard those stories of girls who are talking about someone via text and then accidentally sent it to that person they were talking about. And honestly, I've never understood how someone could be that stupid? Come on girls don't you at least look before you click send, maybe think to yourself... who am I talking to again? That was, until today. Oh boy! Oh boy!... yes boy, every problem any given girl has ever had, has in some way involved a boy, don't deny it. It was a busy afternoon what can I say?  One of those days where you have checked out, and the clutsy version of yourself has signed up to take over, everyone understands.  I was in the middle of a text fest between four girls and one boy. I was discussing homework with the person of intrest, and finishing up a conversation with one of the girls. Suddenly I had sent a message that was meant to go to the boy to the girl, saying something along the lines of homework being super fun durr!! But she kept talking to me like a typical conversation, when I figured that I had sent her the wrong message I hurried to apologize and explain that I was done talking to her. Thats when things went horribly wrong this is my apology: "Oh my gosh. Did I send that to you? It was supposed to go to hot DJ. I'm glad I didn't say what i really wanted to say! It was very Flirty! bahaha sorry!" I pressed send and watched It sail into the heavens. Then.... my phone buzzed... "what!?" said poor DJ. No backing down from that one sunshine, No backing down. -L

Sunday, November 29, 2009

In the beginning god created embarrassment..

This particular fairytale started last May. Here in Mormonville, Utah, there's an unwritten rule that every lucky boy, and every lucky girl, shows off their fancy prom attire by wearing it to church the next day. Its must be a way to keep the celebration going, or get more bang for your daddy's buck? Either way, It was the Sunday after yet another dateless prom and i had almost forgotten about missing the occasion. As i brisked through the halls on my way to Sunday School, dressed in my brown cotton skirt, i got a few curious looks from people, but nothing to unusual. I opened the door to the classroom to find a chipper bunch of 16, 17 & 18 year olds. As i, the girl in the brown skirt sat down, I glanced up to realize I was the ONLY one not fashioning prom-wear!!! "Oh my gosh." I whispered to myself, and put my head down. Angered by the fact that i didn't stay home sick. After the class had ended and my dear friends had stopped comparing dates, I knew I would find some relief in the hallway. Just as left the class, there stood one of my neighbors awaiting to shake my hand. "Lacey!" he smiles. "Oh, Hi" I respond. "So, did you go to prom??" Oh dear, this man is seriously asking me this!? "Oh, no, i didn't actually." "What!? Why!?" Dear Adults of the World: NEVER EVER ask a girl why she didn't go to prom! You will find there are only two answers to this question, there was a death in the family, or and this is the more likely of the two, she didn't get asked. Bingo Sir! And there you have it, me, the pretty girl who doesn't get asked to the prom I realized my life is UN-promed, thats how this comedy started and these are my memoirs.