Prom, if you know what I mean.

Oh prom. Though art slightly epic. Especially Kimosabe and Todd Thomas's bowtie.

From which he borrow-ith from the Steak and the Shake.

We did dinner at the church, the parents put it together for us. Complete with place cards, menus, and a waiter--Todd Thomas (pictured left). It was really great, we have some amazing parents.

The actual prom part was fun, and I didn't even fall down on the ramp at Grand March. That really improved the whole thing.

Things in my life have been umm...on the rocky side. Family stuff I mean. Anyway, I'm not gonna play the whole pity party role. If you want to know ask, I suppose.

Point of me saying this is that the next couple weeks are going to be rough, really rough. But, I really think things are going to be on the positive side after this messy stuff ends. God works through the negative things, and I think that what He is doing right now. Helping us get things where they need to be.

And well, I don't know what the point of writing all that was, but it feels good to write down the fact that I am trusting God with this. Because I really am.

It is a Saturday morning and I am up at 8:17.

There's a problem here.

Tonight is prom. And I must admit, I'm super pumped. A couple of months I would have told you that there were better things to do with your money, that it was all quite vain, blah blah blah.

Change of heart? Yes.

Do I feel pretty in my lavender Grecian dress? Oh yes.

Last night I had a dream that I was late for prom and everyone left me. I was speeding down the highway in the big truck, phone glued to my ear. "What? I thought we were meeting at 6, not 5! Where are you? What do you mean it's too late?!? So, I can't come at all?" So, I turned around and went home and cried in my prom dress, masses of masscara pouring down my face.

It really was quite tragic, yet comical at the same time.

I'm attempting to knit my first sweater, well It's more of a oversized shrug. I think it may be called a bolero? That might be completely wrong. It's in a leaf-lace pattern. I'm not far enough along to see if I'm doing it right. But, I've made up my mind that if I mess up the lace I'm still going to wear it.

It will have "character".

Okay, I'm gonna go get ready and pick up the corsages--which are ridiculously expensive!

The acrylic gnome on my floor.

I got Toms for prom.

Prom Tom Tom-Tom-Tom Tom's (do that in tune of the Thong Song).

They are silver and sparkly and I feel like Edward when I wear them.......oh let's pretend I didn't just reference Twilight....mehh....

Stephanie Meyer will be getting zero credit in my blog.

But J. K. Rowling can have all the blog love she wants.

Team Rowling.

Okay. Enough silliness. On to the important things that don't involve teenage crazes over fictional vampires and wizards. Although, the wizards are much better. I mean come on, vampire= cold, potentially dangerous, and overactive sense of smell OR wizard=apparate, cool white owls, always can make things appear like chocolate when you are especially craving it.

Think about it.

I have a sudden need for a roadtrip. Well, not so sudden. That was a complete lie. I've been thinking about the roadtrip thing for quite a while actually. Or, the zoo. I really really really want to go to the zoo.

I was watching that Life show and there were some incredibly fluffy Himalayan monkeys and I thought to myself:
"Hey self?"
"Hey me? What?"
"You know what would make our life so much better right now?"
"Ummm....coffee."
"Well, yes. But, besides that."
"Nothing's better than coffee."
"A TRIP TO THE ZOO!"
"Oh, myself. I am a genius."
"Aww, thank me!"

I love you a box of Whoppers and a pack of Orbit.

My alarm clock is all the way across my room so I have to actually get out of bed, walk across the room, slam my palm on the snooze button, and crawl back in bed.

You think that if I actually get out of bed I wouldn't get back in.

Well, that was the general plan in placing my alarm all the way across the room. It is set at 6:30. I finally press the Off button at 7:10. That's four times of up, slam, crawl back in bed every ten minutes every week-day morning.

I realize this is ridiculous.

But, I don't plan on changing my waking patterns.

The strange thing is that I'm a morning person. I just really despise getting up in the morning for school. I'm not a fan of school. On Saturdays I get up by the latest, 9. If I sleep in later than that my entire day is thrown off.

I need motivation on school mornings to actually get up.

Motivation is coffee right now. I mean, it works. But, I know that I should have some spiritual fervor to get out of bed and take on the day with a smile. Each day is a new day! A new day to love people and take in the sunshine. As much as I want to be in heaven, I want to bless as many lives as I can. I want to really live.

And how am I blessing lives by dragging my grouchy butt out of bed and forcing myself to school? At the beginning of the school year I talked about the Loco Gringo idea, and I still stick to that. I've just lost some fire. And I need it back! I don't have long left at school (which is wonderful), but wonderousness aside I really need to stick it out with love for the people around me.

Even though I want to smack most of them. Especially the ones that blow their horns repeatedly in the morning and during lunch. There's even a General Lee horn. No joke.

God loves the horn-blowers. And I need to also!

I love you horn-blowers. Know I'm gonna wake up tomorrow morning and really try, my camo wearing schoolmates.

Shoeless in the sunshine.

Today is One Day Without Shoes.

I didn't get to participate through school due to health codes and rules and all that stuff, but I wore my TOMS! And I told people all about it. And, as soon as the school day ended I kicked off my shoes and padded around on my barefeet.

Over 300 million children don't have shoes.

Americans throw away over 300 million pairs of shoes.

Something is seriously wrong here.

I didn't have anyone to buy bacon for.

Gracias to Jean Sowders who took this photo!

I did Easter with the Burris clan this year, which made me insanely happy. My brother and father went fishing....I'm not really a fan of that activity.

We all went over to Grandma's house for easter. And yes, Rebecca and I really did easter egg hunt. And it was awesome.

I painted the shelves in my room. They are pretty amazing and white and shiny. It makes my room seem new or something. It's fresh.

I love redecorating my room. I've been doing it in little steps--new bedspread last month, painting my shelves white, trying to find a new desk from goodwill or something to fix up. Moving my big movie poster of Breakfast at Tiffany's from one wall to another.

I also have this weird thing where I like things to be tidy, but not to look perfect. So everything has it's place but it's supposed to look like it's not there on purpose. Does that make sense? Example: my boots go on the right side of my night stand away from my bed, but I make them look like I threw them over there. But, that's their place. Their home. And, I have a painting underneath the hooks I hang my scarves on. That painting appears to be just set aside to be worked on at another time. But, it is really strategically placed there.

Ask me why I do this? No idea.

I just want to point out the fact that the weather is amazing. Applause to God! Snaps for God!

Tomorrow is going to be a really busy day. I'm ready for Thursday already.

Okay, this has been a pointless post. I'm ending it.

End.