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!
As like every person in North America knows, Osama Bin Laden is dead.
It bothers me so much to see all of the people who are CELEBRATING his death. People are ridiculously happy that the big bad boogeyman under their bed named Osama. I saw a newspaper the other day with a picture of his face and the caption “ROT IN HELL!” Uh… aren’t newspapers supposed to be objective?
What exactly makes people think that it’s all right to be happy about the fact that someone was MURDERED?
I don’t support what he did at all. But that doesn’t justify all the happiness about his death. He was just fighting for what he thought was right. Those were his beliefs, his morality. No yours or mine. And what makes our beliefs the right ones?
Why are people so jacked about his death?! Seriously. He had a family too. He had people who cared about him too. And now he’s dead and these people don’t have him anymore.
What if your son or husband or friend was murdered? And I was happy over that fact? He could have been the biggest asshat in the world, but that doesn’t give me the right to blatantly rejoice over the fact that he’s dead.
It’s been a while since I’ve bimbo’d, so here we gooooooooooo
If you look closely, you can see a couple of my Harry Potter pictures… Nerd life! It’s depressing that I never got to go to Hogwarts or have magic or do anything ba with my youth…
I got the hat as a gift and, to be honest, I was pissed when I got it. it was covered with fur/lint/hair and there weren’t any tags or anything… So I knew it was something that the person had already used and just wanted to get rid of, so they gave it to me as a present. I’m fine with that since I don’t really know her that well, but she could’ve fucking cleaned it a little. I think it’s rude to gift someone a present that’s covered with shit. Serious slap to the face.
She’s always been a giant bitch to me and I have no idea why. Like I’m sorry that you’re old, single, and jobless and you feel the need to take it out on some random person. I may not be the nicest person in the world, but at least I don’t vent my anger out on people I don’t even know very well.
I’m going to think of something super intelligent for my next post, so that it’ll counteract the bimbo-ness of this post.