PMS...the real period

Post-Mannheim Syndrome. As in, I can't wait to get as far away from this place as possible. The symptoms are all the same as PMS: the insane stress levels, the upset stomachs, the feeling like you want to bite everyone's head off....the cravings for ice cream and other sweets....

Ah, the end of the school year. Don't we love it.

Right now, as my turkey burger sizzles away on the stove, I sit here, typing this instead of my homework, and thinking about all I have left to do. Here's me ignoring it.

It is so hard for me to do ANYTHING right now, let alone the project, two papers, and finals I'm supposed to be working on. Ugh. I don't even want to talk about it, that's how dead my brain is.

We got third in soccer Europeans. Whooo us. Tia's birthday party is this weekend, so I think I'll go workout or something now so I can fit in my swimsuit for it. Adam's going to be there...

In the last Lost episode I watched, the one before the season finale, Charlie made a list of the five best things that had ever happened to him in his life, because he thought he was going to die, and wanted his girlfriend to know that she was the best thing that ever happened to him. After nearly crying over how heartbreaking that was, I began to wonder. What are the five best things that have ever happened to me??

I will get back to you guys on that...but what do you think?

Elephants. Don't ask.

Blogging is like exercising. You start, and it is hard at first, hard to think of what to write. Then it seems so great and new that you make sure you do it all the time, and wonder what the heck is wrong with everyone else for not sharing your enthusiasm. The true similarity however, is that when you stop either one, for a period as short as a few days, it is so hard to make yourself start again.

So goes my pathetic excuse for not writing. For several weeks. Heh heh.

So recap, my mother is speaking to me again, after much groveling and checking of her math homework on my part. We lost our soccer game at the Black Forest, but we won the Conference Championship so who the heck cares? Besides Mr. Crockett that is...
I got to start, and I personally did well, I got to socialize with others for a whole day in a beautiful part of Europe, and we stopped at really nice places to eat. I'm good with that.

After the soccer game, on the bus ride back, Joe suddenly called back from the front that I was supposed to walk home with him, because all our parents and my brother went to see Spiderman 3 and I was locked out. So I get back (before Joe, he walks slow) in my soccer p.j.'s, smelling really bad (BFA had a lack of showers), starving, with my hair askew and my eyes so bloodshot from tiredness/contacts that I looked like a demon. Well, according to Christina. But I didn't care.

Anyways, so Jacob fed me, and gave me his spot on the couch. I completely crashed. Ugh. I vaguely remember Adam saying that he was going to bed, then Joe, and then Jacob turning off the lights so I could sleep. When his dad found me who knows how many hours later, he tried to wake me up, but it was not happening. My dad half-carried me home. Sigh....

Good side to that: When I showed up at their house this morning wearing a dress and being, um, clean, I apparently looked really good by comparison. Well, Jacob and Adam liked it anyways.

So now, after a very long but nevertheless fun soccer practice in the pouring rain, I am writing a paper on food in Canada. Or supposed to be. Then I have to cook something to go along with it. I'd feel kind of bad for my classmates if the idea of them eating my cooking wasn't so darn funny.

I've been exercising my butt off lately. Yoga, cardio, and soccer, everyday. It is starting to show. I actually feel good looking for the first time in my life. That's a good thing right??
I feel rather bad for my mom though, because she just got back from the doctor's, where they told her she was obese and may have asthma. Ouch. There is only one plus to news like that. She has to exercise. And I get to be her trainer. Muah hahaha....

A Twist of Fate, whether cruel or not

Instead of going to the prom with Jacob, I end up helping him shop for his outfit so he can match his date. From my point of view, and previous hopes, that's rather messed up, but I think it showed me something.

Now is not the time.

With something less than my usual confidence, I am able to say I may be able to wait three years, and not be completely heartbroken. What would have happened? If he had asked me out, and made it the whole year, there is almost no possible way we would stay together while he was gone. He wouldn't want to. And then it would have been over. I've realized that the thing I love more than anything else is just being around him, and I don't need to be going out with him to have that. Maybe in the (very) distant future, something will happen, but for now, the best thing I can do is be his friend. Which is all either of us wanted in the first place. I'm just kinda slow that way.

So yesterday. I got home and we dashed to the PX to get my haircut for prom. I've discovered why everyone told me NOT to get my hair cut there. They don't wash your hair, just squirt it with water, and when I asked for layers she gave me a head of three different lengths clomped together so it looks like I cut it myself with a knife. However, my hair is light enough now, that it curls naturally like it used to, so that helped disguise the uneveness to the point that it actually looks really good. And if I actually straighten my hair, I thing it will look kind of jagged and not half bad. So disaster avoided on the whole, but I'm going somewhere else next time.

Then we hopped over to the PX to get jewelry, and discovered Ms. Ward there looking for a dress to wear when she chaperoned prom. So I got tons of pretty black jewelry to wear with my homecoming dress, and a gold and green braclet I completely love. It ended up this one summer dress she wanted didn't fit her at all, so I got it and tried it on and it looked REALLY good. For me anyways.The first words out of Nancy's mouth were, "You have a J.Lo butt." I think I've got that by now. She made me part my hair off to the side, which is what my mom has been desperately trying to get me to do for years, and made me keep it that way. At least I can see out of one eye now....

So I got the summer dress, which I think you would all freak over, and I'm going to wear it to school. Do do do doo do do do doo DUN........

Then Nancy asked if we wanted to go to the mall with her and Jacob. Of course, we said yes. We dropped my brother back off at the house, and then picked up Jacob. It took Adam a sec to notice my hair, but Jacob saw it. He says it looks waaaaaay better curly. I think I agree. So we went to the mall, and searched for a teal tie to match his date's dress (we had a sample) and i bought a white shrug to wear over the summer dress. We couldn't find one in the first store, so we went to C&A and found him a tie. His mom still hadn't got her dress, so we began getting her one's to try on. For the heck of it, I thought I'd try one on. It was brown and gold, and so not normally me. But I tried it on and it fit. Really well. Then Jacob said he really liked it on me, so you know what? I got a new dress. It was only about $70, because all prom dresses were on sale. i already had the shoes to go with it to, but I had forgotten about them, so I went with Jacob and tortured him for a good half-hour as we searched for shoes for me.

Nancy was still trying on dresses, so my mom gave us money and we went to go get a drink. Somehow caffiene ended up as two fruit cups, a Fanta, and kiwi-orange juice. Jacob got that, and let me try some. It was heavenly. She finally found a dress, two actually, and the hilarious part is, Jacob had picked both of those out for her two days ago when they went, and she had refused to try them on. Jacob gets the prize for best sport ever, after going shoe shopping, giving fashion advice, and having to sit in the middle of the ladie's underwear department where the dressing rooms were. Oh yes. And missing America's Next Top Model. God, that show...

So I have a dress, Nancy has a dress, jacob has a tie, and almost all is well in the world. Prom is tomorrow, and my dad is going to be driving five girls back and forth from the dance, though he doesn't know it yet. Muah hahahahahaha.....

No fancy title...I'm GOING TO PROM!!!!!!!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ok go that out of my system. And no, I'm not going with anyone unfortunately, but my senior friends are sponsoring me so I can go!! I even got this nifty picture frame as my prom gift. (lol) It was either that or a cellphone keychain, and considering I don't have a cell phone....well....

I went into the main office at lunch to get my ticket with all the other last-minute-ers?? Anyways, in the complete pandemonium in the office, it was easy for David and Katie to buy my ticket, because I wasn't allowed to, and we got David a new form for his date, because he LOST HIS. Poor guy, he spent the whole night trying to get all the signatures. I'm just going to wear my homecoming dress though, because I'd rather have that two hundred dollars for Michigan thank you very much, and I'm not going WITH anyone so it's not as important.

Friday though I'm going to go to practice, then the pasta party, then spend the night at Tia/Sarah's, wake up, go to soccer game, then go back to Tia's and get ready for Prom. Jeeeez...

I'm going to have soooooo much fun though. I hope. I desperately hope.