updates, oh how i despise thee
right-o, i have to say something here.
as for the prom bit with richard, there are lots of lovely details. yes, it's to his prom, not mine. to date, exactly 100% of the people i told that to, the next thing they said was some variation of "his prom or yours?" that strikes me as very odd. how could he ask me to my own prom? "hey leah, can I take you to your prom?" that is very weird. why is it that every single person in the world is on the same wavelength except me? i just don't understand you people... :D
ok. here's the really awkward part. evidently his parents are sick of the quote "drama" unquote or whatever it is you people call it nowadays that keeps going on between richard and me. they are sick of the stress and everything else that richard goes through every time our relationship trips over a brick. anyway, to pacify their emotions and in an effort to pre-empt any extreme sentencing (i.e. "you can never see or talk to her again"), richard has his mom and dad under the impression that we are just friends. i hate dishonesty and subterfuge, and luckily circumstances have been favorable in that we haven't had to engage in any, and i am armed and ready to admit truth if the need arises. prom, however, sticks in my head. how many guys take their ex-girlfriends to prom about a month or so after they have supposedly broke up? besides, i'm hardly going to be platonic on what amounts to be the most romantic night in my life thus far. then again, i'm not going to see his parents because HOPEFULLY he will be permitted to pick me up by himself, which gets the added perk of smooching ourselves silly in the parking lot. :D :D
anyhoo... i still need to get a dress, shoes, and all the other accoutrements. so far my dad has been making noises about a budget of 250 dollars. i'm probably going to end up doing my own hair and nails, but if i'm super-tight with the rest of the money, i might fit them in if i feel like it and can actually think of something decent i want done that i would trust the hairdresser-lady to execute. i hate those poofy curl bonanzas that prom hairstyles usually are, and the websites with these spun-sugar hair creations are equally weird. unfortunately, the thing that i want to do require a whole lot more hair than i have, and not only do i refuse to use hair extensions on principle, they don't have any in my hair color anyway. i wouldn't mind using a rat, and there's one style i want to do that would need a rat, but i don't think they're sold anymore. in case you are wondering what on earth i want with a rodent in my hair, i'm not talking about the animal. i'm not THAT strange. a rat is a flattish ball-looking thing that people use as the base of a bun if they don't want to waste a foot or so of hair that could be put to better use than just being filler for a bun. if anyone can find me one, in real life or online, i'll give you ... a quarter i guess ... the next time i see you.
oh oh and i have this horrible sore in the middle of my bottom lip that is driving me up the freaking wall.
back to dresses. i really ought to go through the mall and try on stuff, to get proper sizing and what looks good on me and whatnot. i wish i DID know what looks good on me (i know, i know, all my woderful loyal friends are all going to dogpile the comments sections with "YOU LOOK GOOD IN EVERYTHING!" but, although i appreciate the sentiment, that doesn't really help). i don't even know what color to get. i'm thinking really pale colors, like white, ivory, pale green, or pale blue, to showcase my amazing russet hair and marble-white skin :)
but then again it would be awesome to wear some sizzly little red number... not that my parents would let me even think of looking at it for longer than 2.013 seconds in the store.
my problem is, i have half of the requirements necessary to be a stunning knockout, but with the half that i have, it ends up looking slightly dowdy if not downright dorky.
long hair - thin and stringy
green eyes - small and undefined
straight nose - LARGE nose
rosy red smackers - very thin and prone to peeling
skinny - flat as a freaking billboard, also straight waist and barely-there hips
long legs - knobby knees, red dots, and visible veins
slender arms, wrists - bony and anorexic-looking (i'm not anorexic! i eat like a horse and I LOVE FOOD)
pale face - lots of blackheads and other undesireables, also VERY VERY OILY
hmmm... now that my personal description is up for the world to see, i might have to resort to Micheal Jackson tactics to avoid being stalked.
sometimes i wish i were haley... haley could wear a sizzly little red number and be a male-magnet like Cleopatra... meanwhile when i wear a sizzly little red number, the sizzle goes *phooot!* and i could be mistaken for Laura Bush going to a Women's Breast Cancer function... :(
i just want to be wildly attractive for the man of my dreams for a few hours, how wrong can that be?? i mean, if any other guy (so help his soul) tried to make a move on me, richard would beat me to mashing him into the cement. and i know richard would never make any untoward advances, cos if he were that type of person, i would have written him off a long, long time ago. possibly before i even met him. i just wanna be pretty... is that too much to ask?
speaking of prices and styles, we were talking on the phone about my dress and i made the lachrymose comment that i'd probably have to get my dress from a second-hand Mormon shop, and he was like "Don't even joke about that!"
he's such a cutie. ^_^ i remember for the BCHS winter dance (i didn't go with him, sniffle sniffle) he told me to wear something "small and tight." i know he's joking, geez people, don't get all in a tizzy. it reassures me that he's male because most of the time he's so very cautious and polite when it comes to things like that. besides, it's not like i never think of him in leather pants and a soaking wet shirt... :)
ALL RIGHT NOW THAT YOU HAVE ALL BEEN CORRUPTED... i shall stop that trail of conversation before i drown in a red fountain of nosebleeds.
bottom line - i need to go prom dress hunting and fast, cos that's what i need to get before i can go any further with everything else. it's like you need the cake pan before you can start baking. so... if anyone finds something like CheapPromDresses.com or something, or a "Prom for the Broke White Trash Chick" boutique, point the way!
just don't send me any Mormon links.
=^.^=
as for the prom bit with richard, there are lots of lovely details. yes, it's to his prom, not mine. to date, exactly 100% of the people i told that to, the next thing they said was some variation of "his prom or yours?" that strikes me as very odd. how could he ask me to my own prom? "hey leah, can I take you to your prom?" that is very weird. why is it that every single person in the world is on the same wavelength except me? i just don't understand you people... :D
ok. here's the really awkward part. evidently his parents are sick of the quote "drama" unquote or whatever it is you people call it nowadays that keeps going on between richard and me. they are sick of the stress and everything else that richard goes through every time our relationship trips over a brick. anyway, to pacify their emotions and in an effort to pre-empt any extreme sentencing (i.e. "you can never see or talk to her again"), richard has his mom and dad under the impression that we are just friends. i hate dishonesty and subterfuge, and luckily circumstances have been favorable in that we haven't had to engage in any, and i am armed and ready to admit truth if the need arises. prom, however, sticks in my head. how many guys take their ex-girlfriends to prom about a month or so after they have supposedly broke up? besides, i'm hardly going to be platonic on what amounts to be the most romantic night in my life thus far. then again, i'm not going to see his parents because HOPEFULLY he will be permitted to pick me up by himself, which gets the added perk of smooching ourselves silly in the parking lot. :D :D
anyhoo... i still need to get a dress, shoes, and all the other accoutrements. so far my dad has been making noises about a budget of 250 dollars. i'm probably going to end up doing my own hair and nails, but if i'm super-tight with the rest of the money, i might fit them in if i feel like it and can actually think of something decent i want done that i would trust the hairdresser-lady to execute. i hate those poofy curl bonanzas that prom hairstyles usually are, and the websites with these spun-sugar hair creations are equally weird. unfortunately, the thing that i want to do require a whole lot more hair than i have, and not only do i refuse to use hair extensions on principle, they don't have any in my hair color anyway. i wouldn't mind using a rat, and there's one style i want to do that would need a rat, but i don't think they're sold anymore. in case you are wondering what on earth i want with a rodent in my hair, i'm not talking about the animal. i'm not THAT strange. a rat is a flattish ball-looking thing that people use as the base of a bun if they don't want to waste a foot or so of hair that could be put to better use than just being filler for a bun. if anyone can find me one, in real life or online, i'll give you ... a quarter i guess ... the next time i see you.
oh oh and i have this horrible sore in the middle of my bottom lip that is driving me up the freaking wall.
back to dresses. i really ought to go through the mall and try on stuff, to get proper sizing and what looks good on me and whatnot. i wish i DID know what looks good on me (i know, i know, all my woderful loyal friends are all going to dogpile the comments sections with "YOU LOOK GOOD IN EVERYTHING!" but, although i appreciate the sentiment, that doesn't really help). i don't even know what color to get. i'm thinking really pale colors, like white, ivory, pale green, or pale blue, to showcase my amazing russet hair and marble-white skin :)
but then again it would be awesome to wear some sizzly little red number... not that my parents would let me even think of looking at it for longer than 2.013 seconds in the store.
my problem is, i have half of the requirements necessary to be a stunning knockout, but with the half that i have, it ends up looking slightly dowdy if not downright dorky.
long hair - thin and stringy
green eyes - small and undefined
straight nose - LARGE nose
rosy red smackers - very thin and prone to peeling
skinny - flat as a freaking billboard, also straight waist and barely-there hips
long legs - knobby knees, red dots, and visible veins
slender arms, wrists - bony and anorexic-looking (i'm not anorexic! i eat like a horse and I LOVE FOOD)
pale face - lots of blackheads and other undesireables, also VERY VERY OILY
hmmm... now that my personal description is up for the world to see, i might have to resort to Micheal Jackson tactics to avoid being stalked.
sometimes i wish i were haley... haley could wear a sizzly little red number and be a male-magnet like Cleopatra... meanwhile when i wear a sizzly little red number, the sizzle goes *phooot!* and i could be mistaken for Laura Bush going to a Women's Breast Cancer function... :(
i just want to be wildly attractive for the man of my dreams for a few hours, how wrong can that be?? i mean, if any other guy (so help his soul) tried to make a move on me, richard would beat me to mashing him into the cement. and i know richard would never make any untoward advances, cos if he were that type of person, i would have written him off a long, long time ago. possibly before i even met him. i just wanna be pretty... is that too much to ask?
speaking of prices and styles, we were talking on the phone about my dress and i made the lachrymose comment that i'd probably have to get my dress from a second-hand Mormon shop, and he was like "Don't even joke about that!"
he's such a cutie. ^_^ i remember for the BCHS winter dance (i didn't go with him, sniffle sniffle) he told me to wear something "small and tight." i know he's joking, geez people, don't get all in a tizzy. it reassures me that he's male because most of the time he's so very cautious and polite when it comes to things like that. besides, it's not like i never think of him in leather pants and a soaking wet shirt... :)
ALL RIGHT NOW THAT YOU HAVE ALL BEEN CORRUPTED... i shall stop that trail of conversation before i drown in a red fountain of nosebleeds.
bottom line - i need to go prom dress hunting and fast, cos that's what i need to get before i can go any further with everything else. it's like you need the cake pan before you can start baking. so... if anyone finds something like CheapPromDresses.com or something, or a "Prom for the Broke White Trash Chick" boutique, point the way!
just don't send me any Mormon links.
=^.^=