Why is the title “The Last Wedding”? Because I’m not going to another wedding for a long, long time. But more on that later.
It was my… I honestly have no idea what our relation actually is but it was someone in the family’s wedding. The theme was pink, white, and black. And I think there was a little bit of Disney thrown in there somewhere. At least the pianist was playing Disney’s Greatest Hits when I got there.
I’ve decided that the best parts of weddings are the vows. I’m not exactly religious, so sitting there listening to all the God stuff bores me. But vows? They are so… romantic! Especially the hand written ones. If I ever get married, I am making the dude write his own vows whether he wants to or not.
The groomsmen got to wear these custom made Nike Airs. They are actually nice shoes! So much better looking than the ones that the bridesmaids had to wear~ I didn’t even take a picture of their shoes…
The reception was at a country club, I think. To be entirely honest, I wasn’t really paying attention to where I was going. I was busy primping #vainkid
Anyways, on to my story about why i am not going to another wedding for a long time. I went to go get my food and then I was heading back to the table. I had to walk around the buffet table because there was a shit load of people in the line up behind me.
Liddat. So I had to go around in front of the doors. Guess what happened as soon as I walked by? Yeah. I got completely nailed and my food got ALL over my dress. #FML MAX
It looked really bad because it was white sauce… And my dress was partially black, so it all showed… And it smelled like fish…
People who didn’t see my epic fail must of thought that I had some sort quick with someone with a nasty STD. yum, just the impression I love to give people!
So after 12 years of waiting for this to come, school is finally over. But the thing is that it doesn’t feel like it’s over. I feel like I’ll be right back in school in a couple of weeks and this is just a vacation. It’s surreal.
All this grad stuff – banquet, commencement, safegrad – took no time at all to get through… I always felt like grad would be this huge momentous thing in my life and it in a lot of ways it was. But it all went by so fast and it feels like I didn’t even really get to experience it all.
It’s sad that school is finally over. You spend so much time getting used to the schedule and making friends and then BAM it’s all over. There are so many people that I never got the chance to meet and so many people that I wanted to get to know better. School was the place to do all that stuff and now that it’s over, the opportunity is gone. /sigh
Such a bittersweet feeling.
Sooooooooo grad is next week… holy balls.
but there’s one thing that’s kind of giving me the blues…
Grad Date Dance
So the beginning of the dance part of banquet starts off with a parent/grad dance (which I totally understand) and then a dance for the grads who have dates…
HOW COME THEY GET THEIR OWN DANCE?!
Are the people without dates supposed to just sit there and watch all the happy couples? Pretty sure I don’t want to have my face rubbed in the fact that all those people managed to get dates and I DIDN’T fts!! It’s like everyone who planned this dance thing all had dates and they wanted to flaunt it in the lesser people’s faces… thank you, assholes! Because I didn’t already feel lame enough.
I don’t see a singles’ dance in the itinerary… equality please! I mean, throw the single people a friggen bone. We deserve a chance to find some sort of other person! Usher told me that the DJ gets people falling in love, so it’s entirely plausible. Usher’s word is law.
Filed under Random, Rants
So I recently came into a shitload of clothing. All for free.Some of it I came by legitimately – my grandma gave it to me. But the rest of it is a little more sketchy. Not like illegal sketchy, just morally sketchy.
My brother’s girlfriend was moving houses or some shit liddat, I can’t really remember, and she stored a ton of her clothes at my house. She ended up moving to another, her and my brother broke up, and her clothes were still at my house…
She never asked for them back and she didn’t take them with her to her new city, so… I ended up taking them. I mean if this shit’s going to be sitting in my house and no one’s going to claim it, I want it. Who doesn’t want free clothes?!
So Miranda, if you’re reading this, sorry. I’m jacking your clothes!
So a long time ago I blogged about how I wanted a new camera but I was too ghetto to get one. Guess what?! I got one!
It’s an Olympus E-PL1 and it’s toooooooooo sick! I made my cat camwhore for me since I was too lazy to fashion myself up. So here’s a few pictures taken with the new camera!
I’ll go on a camwhore festival later~! I had a fashion revolution, so look forward to it!
So on the weekend, I went to go and get my fortune told. I had a lot of fun and it was really informative, but first of all I just have to say… it’s expensive as fuck! Like there were some packages that were like $100+
Do people really need life counseling THAT badly? It’s like if you have no friends, you could buy some with that money. If you’re ugly, you could buy a shitload of makeup with that money. If you’re single, you could buy a mail order with that money.
Anyways, I got the cheapest package thing ’cause I’m ghetto liddat. And I’m 17. It’s not like I’m going through some huge crisis that requires an in depth fortune telling. So I got my Tarot Cards done and my palm read.
I don’t really want to give the world a huge description about my future or w/e, but I just have one thing to tell (and I think it’s pretty damn exciting) . . .
wait for it. . .
I WON’T BE #FOREVERALONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I think I was unreasonably excited when the fortune man told me that! But I don’t really want to hope too much or anything because he probably misread or something and he really meant to say that I’ll always be single.