I’m supposed to be getting ready for prom, but here I am, on the internet….
logging onto Mibba for the first time in months, looking up tabs on my stylophone, posting on tumblr, ect.
god I focus so well.
Hey Sarah, it’s me, as I assume you’d know if you were reading this…..
anyways. again, today is prom and I’m not mentally prepared at all. First I’m taking a sophomore, the one I really like, but as I was talking to Matt I realized that I’m pretty much the only one with an actual date to prom. Also, underclassmen and I haven’t really spoken since new york in person and so I’m kind of ridiculously nervous.
In addition. all my friends will creep him out and he’ll implode…..
I feel like I have nothing to offer him. I don’t have goals. I have destinations I’d like for my life to end up, but I have no idea how to get there. I mean. besides cleaning, looking reasonably cute, art, and not focusing, there’s nothing I’m good at. The only thing I have to offer the poor boy is baked goods [[M&M cookies specifically]], and awkward conversation.
Lucas is picking me up so we can go get those flower things called boot-in-ears [[and a corsage for his date]]
since I can’t spell it, you’ll have to go with the phonic version
It’s so much harder to remember to post than I think it’s going to be//thought it would be. I wrote you a letter like, half a year ago. But I haven’t sent it because I’m too scared to ask for your address. I mean. It’s really stupid and it has this necklace I bought you of the tardis from Dr Who…..
I need to finish an essay about whatever I want about me and I can’t even write that just like I can’t write you. I need to clean and work on painting the outside of the house because no one else is going to, lets be honest. I really want to cry, and I totally don’t have a good reason.
My prom dress came yesterday and it wasn’t what I expected. The spot for boobs is like. twice the size it needs to be for me, but the waist fits perfectly. Which is super f*cked up because my waist is like. 26 inches. Which is TINY, who do they think has a 26 inch waist and like… huge boobs!? SERIOUSLY!?
I’m just so tired and I need to do my AP art work and watch these movies that I need to give back to people and I haven’t visited dad in like two weeks and it always makes me feel shitty but I never get work done at his house.