Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Daddy will you go to prom with me?....thank you for the free winsheild fluid sir

Don't worry I'm not going to prom with my father.
My Down's syndrome brother however......tempting?? He is a sophomore after all and the trend seems to be all the Seniors are asking Sophomores this year. Yeahhhhh no.
Well its official my poor parents feel sorry for me, they've made it their goal to find me a date, I don't see this ending well. I'm pretty much just ready for this dreaded day to be over already so we can look forward to something more positive....... like the apocalypse? No, I'm not sinister, just done. hahaha. 

My dad was surprised to find out that when you go to a date dance: you, well, dance with your date, and only you date. When I laughed at him he explained "Prom was for cool kids.." And thats when I realized I'm my father, I got his good looks, His sparkly green eyes, His quick sense of humor, His charm with the opposite sex, and of course, THE CURSE OF LOSERNESS THAT GOES ALONG WITH ALL OF THESE QUALITIES! Why can't I be my momma instead??

10 days, god created the earth in 7 there is little hope, but little is better than none right??!

Okay actual story of the day, I was driving home from school {Its about a half hour because its hair school} I was on auto pilot for a few minutes when I realized Wow my windshield is dirty!I decided I would stop at the next gas station since I was completely out of fluid, needless to say I like to use it vs. scrapping my windows ANY day!
A few minutes later I was stopped at a red light when from the red car in front of me started spewing blue liquid, at first I was confused, then I wanted to honk to let this car know they were spraying stuff all over me!

Then it clicked!

I started laughing at myself because once again, I got exactly what I wanted. Just a little bit differently than expected. Just like everything in my life I'm a firm believer in 

"Once you make a decision, the universe conspires to make it happen" -Ralph Waldo Emerson

Monday, March 8, 2010

Lets talk about...

12 days left till my senior prom and it just ain't happening.
Last night I was so excited! I have this weird thing where I always expect my life to turn into some movie montage and I get my hopes way to high. Now, I understand life isn't a movie or anything crazy like that, but over the past few years there have been a few occurrences that made me wonder? Like those weird moments when you get EXACTLY what you wanted, and you wonder if there really is a hidden camera? For along time my evidence suggested that there might be.

ANYWAYS back to reality, last night, ohhhh, late, someone rang my doorbell; followed by the soothing sounds of a car screeching away. I thought:
This is it!! Everything, for once, is just going to turn out.... The universe has heard my prayers I'm finally getting asked to Prom!!! So as I ever so sheepishly opened my door expecting a cake or something you'd find in Napoleon Dynamite, I looked around to find...nothing. It was a legitimate doorbell ditching. I would really feel quite flattered if I were 13! But instead I sat on my porch feeling stupid and contemplating what went wrong in life?  I understand I'm making WAYYY to big of deal about this, but you would too if your prom was at La Caille! The IT place in utah, its French cuisine I'm talking 200 dollars a plate! See...Now your jealous! Lets continue this countdown, I have a feeling this week will be FULL of stories.