#Homecoming

Yesterday was bittersweet.

My last Homecoming before the world ends this year.

Just kidding, I'm not crazy.

Or am I?

Nah, I don't believe the world will end in December 20something of this year. The movie was pretty legit though.

ANYWAY - let me get back on track here. I had a 'squirrel!' moment. You know, when you suddenly see the delightful creature scurrying about and have to stop whatever you are doing at that very moment to proclaim -
Right. Homecoming.

 Duh-duh-duhduh! My dress.
I borrowed it from my stepdad's sister who is only, like, two years older than me. She has great taste ;) No, but I thought it was precious. And I liked it even better because it did not cost me muchacho dolores.
Everything is better when it's free.
Well . . .maybe not in some cases, but in this particular case - free=happyface on my part.

For the record, I would never pick out a dress like this. Being a very simple individual, I am scared to try things that are out of my safe comfort level of either 'simply bland' or 'blandly simple'.

This dress is something I would never pick, but I thought: YOLO.

Just kidding, that's ridiculous. I would never think 'YOLO' - I just thought: free, crazy, and that just this once, I wanted to surprise myself.

Because I chopped my hair off last month, I had to google search medium  homecoming hairstyles. I wanted something like this . . . I'm really bad with this whole 'hair' business. I try to do something to my hair and I end up looking like Medusa.

So I just told the hair lady to make me look spontaneous.
Whatever that means.

 It turned out pretty well, in my own opinion.

Okay, this has been bugging me lately. Look at my smile.

Did you look?

Okay. Good.

The right side of my smile (as if I'm looking at the picture, not like I'm me in the picture) does something funky and it makes my front teeth look crooked.
16 years later and I still haven't learned how to smile correctly.

I worry for my generation.

Please excuse my SQUIRREL moment.

(essential shot of my cute earrings)

Because I am a huge dork, I insisted on wearing my converses with my dress. I looked ridiculous, but it made me happy.

Let me give you a little time line of yesterday:

8:35: woke up

8:35 - 11:15: messed around like a child

12: hair appointment

1-4: sitting around, annoying everyone.

I had to wait 4 hours. And let me tell you, my family was overjoyed at my chanting of 'I'm-bored-how-much-longer-can-I-change-yet-how's-my-hair-look-why-won't-he-call-me'.

It was a fun time for all involved.

 My family was very, very thrilled when 4:05 rolled around.

 ASIDHISBADAFGAH!
SOMEONE TEACH ME HOW TO SMILE CORRECTLY.

(photo bomb)

My date's name was Mike - he's a hilarious dork, like me. We're in the play together and are in an online class together. We went to prom last year and it was a BLAST. He doesn't care what anybody thinks and will dance to his heart's content.

Since he's a Senior it was his last homecoming, so I really wanted him to have a fun time. I was really nervous - I kinda get either a)obnoxious or b) paralyzed with shyness at these type of things. I was hoping for a sort of middle ground between the two.

 I knew two of the people in our 6 person group, but there's something wrong with me.
Whenever I'm around older kids from my school or even in my family, I can't operate like a normal human being.
I lag in conversation. I laugh too late. I can't interact.

I tried, though, and it wasn't that bad. The people were hilarious.

Mike and I played hangman.

Once we got to the actual dance, the night went by really fast.

Mike is a hilarious dancer. He just moves and grooves like no other. I kind of pop around, doing my usual 'intoxicated puppet' dance, where I just kinda bounce around.

I tried to learn the Gangnam style dance.

I try to dance, but usually just FAIL. I try to keep the casualties to a minimum - but I make no promises.

I really do hope Mike had fun.

I was kinda sad at the actual dance for some reason, but Mike was funny and my friends made me giggle.

I don't wanna grow up.

Or the world to end.