Prom
Earlier I was looking at dresses online (I don't know why, because I never wear them...) and I thought about prom. I wasn't even sure if I was going. Hell, I wasn't even sure if Robby was going.
So I texted him: "I know it's over 2 months away, but do you wanna go to prom?"
And after a brief moment, he replied: "I just had an idea. How about, instead of your lame idea, we go to prom?"
I thought that was cute. :)
SO! I'm going to prom.
*small giggle*
I'm actually excited thinking about it, and I never get excited thinking about dances. I think it might be fun.
I sat back, picked out a few dresses I liked on jcpenney.com (because I think of cost before I even look at the dress), and then I sat back and thought about how complicated this could get. I mean, there's hair and dress and shoes and all that crap that mom's are supposed to help you with...
Who's going to help me? My Mom's 480 miles away.
I don't want to do this stuff alone, but it's nearly impossible long distance. And as of now, Katie isn't going, so what other girl can I shop with? I'm not close enough to Jim's mom, or my aunts, to shop like that. I need a mom here.
I need my mom.
This is the first time I've ever come across something that I'm struggling with, because mom isn't here. This cuts me down in a major emotional way...
I'm sure I'll manage. I'm sure that I'll pick the dress out myself, buy the shoes, do my hair myself (um, better yet make the appointment myself), and I'll paint my nails myself. I suck at painting my fingernails, and it'll look like crap, but I know Robby won't care and neither will I. I know I'll manage it alone, but I guess it's just the thought of it. Knowing that I HAVE a mom to help me, but I just can't reach her. It's not like Dad knows anything about this stuff. I asked him to zip my dress last homecoming and he looked at me like I was crazy.
A zipper. COME ON.
And because I'm alone planning this, I'm going to start as early as possible. I don't want this perfect for me, but I want it perfect for Robby. I haven't made the best impression, and I really want to. I want him to look at me and see a girl, not one of the guys. I may be a redneck, and I may dress like one, but I can clean up if I have to.
I want him to see me as more than just this girl that sits next to him at lunch. I want him to see me as his girlfriend. His date.
Isn't that what I am? What I'll be?
So I guess it just comes down to the dress, right? Pick the dress, and the rest follows. Nails and shoes match the dress, hair style depends on the style of the dress, makeup and earrings and necklace all go with the dress...
I guess I'm on the right track. I'll call mom later. Ugh.
I hate that I can't just walk into the next room and talk to her. For the first time, my parents divorce is really getting to me.
I don't know why it took so long, but it's finally sinking in, after 6 long years.
I think prom is going to take more out of me than I thought. :|
So I texted him: "I know it's over 2 months away, but do you wanna go to prom?"
And after a brief moment, he replied: "I just had an idea. How about, instead of your lame idea, we go to prom?"
I thought that was cute. :)
SO! I'm going to prom.
*small giggle*
I'm actually excited thinking about it, and I never get excited thinking about dances. I think it might be fun.
I sat back, picked out a few dresses I liked on jcpenney.com (because I think of cost before I even look at the dress), and then I sat back and thought about how complicated this could get. I mean, there's hair and dress and shoes and all that crap that mom's are supposed to help you with...
Who's going to help me? My Mom's 480 miles away.
I don't want to do this stuff alone, but it's nearly impossible long distance. And as of now, Katie isn't going, so what other girl can I shop with? I'm not close enough to Jim's mom, or my aunts, to shop like that. I need a mom here.
I need my mom.
This is the first time I've ever come across something that I'm struggling with, because mom isn't here. This cuts me down in a major emotional way...
I'm sure I'll manage. I'm sure that I'll pick the dress out myself, buy the shoes, do my hair myself (um, better yet make the appointment myself), and I'll paint my nails myself. I suck at painting my fingernails, and it'll look like crap, but I know Robby won't care and neither will I. I know I'll manage it alone, but I guess it's just the thought of it. Knowing that I HAVE a mom to help me, but I just can't reach her. It's not like Dad knows anything about this stuff. I asked him to zip my dress last homecoming and he looked at me like I was crazy.
A zipper. COME ON.
And because I'm alone planning this, I'm going to start as early as possible. I don't want this perfect for me, but I want it perfect for Robby. I haven't made the best impression, and I really want to. I want him to look at me and see a girl, not one of the guys. I may be a redneck, and I may dress like one, but I can clean up if I have to.
I want him to see me as more than just this girl that sits next to him at lunch. I want him to see me as his girlfriend. His date.
Isn't that what I am? What I'll be?
So I guess it just comes down to the dress, right? Pick the dress, and the rest follows. Nails and shoes match the dress, hair style depends on the style of the dress, makeup and earrings and necklace all go with the dress...
I guess I'm on the right track. I'll call mom later. Ugh.
I hate that I can't just walk into the next room and talk to her. For the first time, my parents divorce is really getting to me.
I don't know why it took so long, but it's finally sinking in, after 6 long years.
I think prom is going to take more out of me than I thought. :|