every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end
I began this livejournal almost exactly two years ago with the intent of recording the important events in my life so I wouldn't forget them. I've been so busy since the beginning of my junior year, but especially lately, that I haven't had the chance to write things down and essentially capture the memories of high school. About two days ago I realized that this really is the end. Prom is over, we all know where we are going to college, and graduation is coming soon. We've spent the last eighteen years of our lives preparing for this point in time, and I can't even say that it's bittersweet. I just feel disappointed.
However, despite the lack of time I spent preparing for Prom because life just gets ahead of me sometimes, I had an amazing time with my amazing boyfriend and good buddy Steve. I'm going to record a play-by-play of my prom weekend here because the details are already starting to get blurry and it only happened a few days ago.
Friday was nothing too special. I went over to Steve's at about 10 and hung out with Sean, Andres, Jess and Chance. I managed to convince my parents to let me stay over until 1.
Saturday began bright and early with a nail appointment. Emily and I made the appointments together months ago, but they separated us so we didn't even get to talk. I got a peachy color that matched my dress really well. Nails were followed by hair. I gave Shannon, the girl who always does my hair, artistic freedom. I brought in my dress and let her look at it, and we both agreed that a simple chignon like Reese Witherspoon had at the Academy Awards would go with it the best. It turned out really well, except for the fact that it was falling out in places before I even left the house. oh well. After my hair was done, I went over to the Patton's house where Ms. Janie was doing the makeup of all the girls in our prom house. There were a few people in front of me, so I had to wait, but it was worth it because my makeup looked great just like it always does when she does it. She's a miracle worker.
I came home and quickly packed my clothes for the weekend and changed into my dress. Before I knew it, Steve was standing at the door and the barrage of photographs began.
After my parents were done, we went over to his house and his parents got a few. His mom drove us up the Barrington where we were supposed to be meeting the rest of our group for pictures. However, one of the girls had a hair disaster and half the group never showed up. The six of us that were there did get good pictures.
Next we drove over to Lauren Rath's house to take more pictures. My parents couldn't come because they had to go take pictures with Holly's group (my younger sister, who also went to prom). However, there were pictures and food. The limo picked us up at Lauren's. It was brand spanking new and our driver's name was Dollar Bill. It was a little crowded but fun nonetheless. Lauren and I explained the miracle of strapless bras to Steve, and we also took a lot of cute pictures.
Once we got to the dance, we took pictures. The line wasn't bad at all, at least compared to how long I waited my sophomore year. The food wasn't great, but I couldn't eat much anyway because my dress was tight. We danced a lot and took a lot of pictures (but not enough, of course. You can never take enough pictures.) I saw a few of my favorite teachers but not nearly as many drunk people as I expected. The highlight of the evening was Kyle slapping my ass (haha, just kidding). Flowers kept randomly coming off of my dress due to dancing and other things. Steve ripped off a few, and he got a kick out of it when I told him that he deflowered me on prom night.
Before I knew it, the dance was over. We went back out to the limo and got clothes to change into. After changing clothes, I realized that I left my purse (containing my cell phone, driver's license and credit card) at our table on my chair, so I darted back up the escalator. Mr. Landry was standing there and I told him that I needed to go back in to get my purse. Mrs. Agan heard me ask and asked what my name was. I told her and she had my purse, and I was happy to find that everything was still in it.
Pretty much everyone slept on the limo ride to Surfside, although I didn't because Steve was laying all over me. Once we got to our beachhouse, which was somewhat quaint although really small, we had hot dogs. We walked out onto the beach but it was scary because there were crabs everywhere. When we went back into the house, we realized that the sleeping situation was going to be segregated and otherwise awkward, so we called Mrs. Selner. She came over and took me, Steve, Jake, Dana, Christina and Mark over to Danielle's beach house a mile or so down the road, which happened to be the house that my sister was staying in too. The house was absolutely huge and full of fun people. They were having a bonfire on the beach and we hung out there until about 4 a.m.
Next we headed back to our beach house. The chaperones (except for the awesome Mrs. Selner) were asleep, so we put up the futon in the living room and all put down our sleeping bags in there so we could all sleep together. However, we were all out pretty fast (by 5:30 a.m. at the very latest). One of the chaperones who had gone to sleep before three the night before woke up at 7 and started talking really, really loudly. He persisted to do so until around 10 when everyone else woke up, resulting in me getting about an hour and a half of sleep. Why would you volunteer to chaperone and then fall asleep? And then be bitter about it the next morning and purposely keep everyone else from sleeping either? Needless to say, I was pretty pissed off.
After breakfast we went out onto the beach. Steve proceeded to carry me out into the deep water and drop me on my ass. Dana, Jake, Christina, Mark and Tim were all out there early with us. Everyone else came out a few hours later. I was paranoid about getting sunburned, so Steve and I went in pretty early and took showers and just chilled. At one point all of us got into the back of Mitch's truck and drove up and down the beach saying hi to people. However, we managed to break his tailgate and Mr. Lutz's fishing poles. It was fun anyway.
After a delicious fajita dinner, my dad (who was chaperoning at my sister's beach house) drove Steve and I to Galveston to stay the night at Jess Field's beach house. It was amazing. It's bigger than the house that I live in, and they have a pool and a tennis court. The Fields are the nicest, most hospitable people ever, and we had a great time.
The boys played poker until like 10:30 while I just chilled in there with them, then we carried chairs and a grill out onto the beach and roasted marshmallows and stuff. At that point, some of the boys got out their (tobacco) pipes and cigars and started smoking. The churchy people left when they started doing that, but yeah. After a while, we went back into the house and took showers again.
Sean, Andres, Steve and I went out onto the roof deck and laid down with the intention of sleeping up there, but it was too windy and not worth the risk of getting in trouble. Steve and I went downstairs and laid down on a couch in a room where a bunch of people were. It was really comfortable and we were really tired, and we just completely passed out. I woke up randomly and there was someone tall standing in the hallway, and I freaked out because I thought it was Mr. Fields. Guys and girls were supposed to be sleeping separately, and Steve and I were together, so I sat up really quickly and tried to wake him up by shaking him. He's a hard sleeper, so I had to slap him (gently of course) to get him up. It turns out that it was only like 4 a.m. and it was really Will standing there, but we went and got in separate beds anyway. Note: I love the drowsy, light-headed feeling of falling asleep beside someone. It's amazing.
I ended up sleeping in a room with two other girls, but I was on the bottom bunk. The room was pitch black because it didn't have any windows, and I awoke to my cell phone ringing. It startled me and I sat straight up and hit my head on the top bunk. It hurt. It was my mom calling, and it was already 9 a.m. although I thought it was still in the wee hours of the morning because of the lack of light in the room. I decided to wake up and go find Steve.
The Fields had breakfast for us, and it was amazing just like everything else. Steve was out walking on the beach with Sean wearing my Princeton t-shirt because he had run out of clean clothes and stole my slightly dirty shirt (which he still has, two weeks later). He came back up eventually and he, Sean, Andres and I hung out. We decided that a trip to Walmart was in order, and after walking around for a while looking at stuff, the only things that were purchased were tennis balls. It was a fun trip though.
That afternoon the boys played poker until about 4:30, and Steve somehow kicked everyone's butt and won $40. After the very long poker game, Sean gave us a ride back to Kingwood. The highlights of the trip were Steve taking off his shirt and putting on my bra and the four of us stopping at a gas station in the ghetto to use the bathroom.
I didn't get home until 7 on Monday night, which made this an amazing prom weekend. I'm kind of still in shock that it even happened--my prom is over and I'll never have another. That was it... I'm graduating and entering the real world. So scary!
However, despite the lack of time I spent preparing for Prom because life just gets ahead of me sometimes, I had an amazing time with my amazing boyfriend and good buddy Steve. I'm going to record a play-by-play of my prom weekend here because the details are already starting to get blurry and it only happened a few days ago.
Friday was nothing too special. I went over to Steve's at about 10 and hung out with Sean, Andres, Jess and Chance. I managed to convince my parents to let me stay over until 1.
Saturday began bright and early with a nail appointment. Emily and I made the appointments together months ago, but they separated us so we didn't even get to talk. I got a peachy color that matched my dress really well. Nails were followed by hair. I gave Shannon, the girl who always does my hair, artistic freedom. I brought in my dress and let her look at it, and we both agreed that a simple chignon like Reese Witherspoon had at the Academy Awards would go with it the best. It turned out really well, except for the fact that it was falling out in places before I even left the house. oh well. After my hair was done, I went over to the Patton's house where Ms. Janie was doing the makeup of all the girls in our prom house. There were a few people in front of me, so I had to wait, but it was worth it because my makeup looked great just like it always does when she does it. She's a miracle worker.
I came home and quickly packed my clothes for the weekend and changed into my dress. Before I knew it, Steve was standing at the door and the barrage of photographs began.
After my parents were done, we went over to his house and his parents got a few. His mom drove us up the Barrington where we were supposed to be meeting the rest of our group for pictures. However, one of the girls had a hair disaster and half the group never showed up. The six of us that were there did get good pictures.
Next we drove over to Lauren Rath's house to take more pictures. My parents couldn't come because they had to go take pictures with Holly's group (my younger sister, who also went to prom). However, there were pictures and food. The limo picked us up at Lauren's. It was brand spanking new and our driver's name was Dollar Bill. It was a little crowded but fun nonetheless. Lauren and I explained the miracle of strapless bras to Steve, and we also took a lot of cute pictures.
Once we got to the dance, we took pictures. The line wasn't bad at all, at least compared to how long I waited my sophomore year. The food wasn't great, but I couldn't eat much anyway because my dress was tight. We danced a lot and took a lot of pictures (but not enough, of course. You can never take enough pictures.) I saw a few of my favorite teachers but not nearly as many drunk people as I expected. The highlight of the evening was Kyle slapping my ass (haha, just kidding). Flowers kept randomly coming off of my dress due to dancing and other things. Steve ripped off a few, and he got a kick out of it when I told him that he deflowered me on prom night.
Before I knew it, the dance was over. We went back out to the limo and got clothes to change into. After changing clothes, I realized that I left my purse (containing my cell phone, driver's license and credit card) at our table on my chair, so I darted back up the escalator. Mr. Landry was standing there and I told him that I needed to go back in to get my purse. Mrs. Agan heard me ask and asked what my name was. I told her and she had my purse, and I was happy to find that everything was still in it.
Pretty much everyone slept on the limo ride to Surfside, although I didn't because Steve was laying all over me. Once we got to our beachhouse, which was somewhat quaint although really small, we had hot dogs. We walked out onto the beach but it was scary because there were crabs everywhere. When we went back into the house, we realized that the sleeping situation was going to be segregated and otherwise awkward, so we called Mrs. Selner. She came over and took me, Steve, Jake, Dana, Christina and Mark over to Danielle's beach house a mile or so down the road, which happened to be the house that my sister was staying in too. The house was absolutely huge and full of fun people. They were having a bonfire on the beach and we hung out there until about 4 a.m.
Next we headed back to our beach house. The chaperones (except for the awesome Mrs. Selner) were asleep, so we put up the futon in the living room and all put down our sleeping bags in there so we could all sleep together. However, we were all out pretty fast (by 5:30 a.m. at the very latest). One of the chaperones who had gone to sleep before three the night before woke up at 7 and started talking really, really loudly. He persisted to do so until around 10 when everyone else woke up, resulting in me getting about an hour and a half of sleep. Why would you volunteer to chaperone and then fall asleep? And then be bitter about it the next morning and purposely keep everyone else from sleeping either? Needless to say, I was pretty pissed off.
After breakfast we went out onto the beach. Steve proceeded to carry me out into the deep water and drop me on my ass. Dana, Jake, Christina, Mark and Tim were all out there early with us. Everyone else came out a few hours later. I was paranoid about getting sunburned, so Steve and I went in pretty early and took showers and just chilled. At one point all of us got into the back of Mitch's truck and drove up and down the beach saying hi to people. However, we managed to break his tailgate and Mr. Lutz's fishing poles. It was fun anyway.
After a delicious fajita dinner, my dad (who was chaperoning at my sister's beach house) drove Steve and I to Galveston to stay the night at Jess Field's beach house. It was amazing. It's bigger than the house that I live in, and they have a pool and a tennis court. The Fields are the nicest, most hospitable people ever, and we had a great time.
The boys played poker until like 10:30 while I just chilled in there with them, then we carried chairs and a grill out onto the beach and roasted marshmallows and stuff. At that point, some of the boys got out their (tobacco) pipes and cigars and started smoking. The churchy people left when they started doing that, but yeah. After a while, we went back into the house and took showers again.
Sean, Andres, Steve and I went out onto the roof deck and laid down with the intention of sleeping up there, but it was too windy and not worth the risk of getting in trouble. Steve and I went downstairs and laid down on a couch in a room where a bunch of people were. It was really comfortable and we were really tired, and we just completely passed out. I woke up randomly and there was someone tall standing in the hallway, and I freaked out because I thought it was Mr. Fields. Guys and girls were supposed to be sleeping separately, and Steve and I were together, so I sat up really quickly and tried to wake him up by shaking him. He's a hard sleeper, so I had to slap him (gently of course) to get him up. It turns out that it was only like 4 a.m. and it was really Will standing there, but we went and got in separate beds anyway. Note: I love the drowsy, light-headed feeling of falling asleep beside someone. It's amazing.
I ended up sleeping in a room with two other girls, but I was on the bottom bunk. The room was pitch black because it didn't have any windows, and I awoke to my cell phone ringing. It startled me and I sat straight up and hit my head on the top bunk. It hurt. It was my mom calling, and it was already 9 a.m. although I thought it was still in the wee hours of the morning because of the lack of light in the room. I decided to wake up and go find Steve.
The Fields had breakfast for us, and it was amazing just like everything else. Steve was out walking on the beach with Sean wearing my Princeton t-shirt because he had run out of clean clothes and stole my slightly dirty shirt (which he still has, two weeks later). He came back up eventually and he, Sean, Andres and I hung out. We decided that a trip to Walmart was in order, and after walking around for a while looking at stuff, the only things that were purchased were tennis balls. It was a fun trip though.
That afternoon the boys played poker until about 4:30, and Steve somehow kicked everyone's butt and won $40. After the very long poker game, Sean gave us a ride back to Kingwood. The highlights of the trip were Steve taking off his shirt and putting on my bra and the four of us stopping at a gas station in the ghetto to use the bathroom.
I didn't get home until 7 on Monday night, which made this an amazing prom weekend. I'm kind of still in shock that it even happened--my prom is over and I'll never have another. That was it... I'm graduating and entering the real world. So scary!