Prin-cess, Yes You Have to Say it With the Hyphen!

Today was rather regular, except for everywhere you looked it was ‘royal’.

Prince William’s marriage to Kate Middleton was marked the “social event of the century” by my Facebook friends. I hardly think it was that big of an event, but nonetheless I found it very exciting. I probably watched more Extra, Inside Edition, and Lifetime programs on the royal wedding than anybody I know. Yet, I could not bring myself to watch the wedding. 2am after a Tylenol PM. I think not.

 

Of course, this wedding is followed by the dream of pretty much every girl in the world to be wed to a prince (Harry, of course!) Have you looked at the rest of the eligible royalty through out the world? Not a lot goin’ on out there. He is adorable. No questions asked, but ever since his Nazi costume day’s I’ve wondered about the boy…

Turns out, not even a swastika could turn me off, which sounds horrible, I know. In May of 2009, Harry flew across the pond to New York City to plant a tree in memory of the lives lost  in the 9/11 terrorist attacks.

New York Times:

He met behind closed doors with other wounded veterans, and afterward, John Loosen, the chief of prosthetics, said the prince spoke of their camaraderie. “He commented on how he felt people who didn’t do what they did don’t understand,” he said.

Even if the trip was to improve his publicity, the efforts were noble from a royal helicopter pilot.

The profession’s of both William and Harry make me love Princess Diana so much more. Especially, compared to Charles. She did such a beautiful job raising them while staying true to being the people’s princess.

Now, I’m not sure how I feel about Kate yet. To me, winning over second in line for the throne in a skanky see-through dress just doesn’t set well with me… but hey, it WAS for charity. And I hope she is inspired by the work Diana did and follows in her footsteps. We all know she can do better than an accessory buyer for Jigsaw! But I don’t think people should expect her work to be better than Princess Diana, because she was the original people’s princess and was so very classic and peaceful in her own way.

Collectively, I have concluded that this event was huge, but maybe not the biggest of our century. There is something about those Brits, though.

 

Oh… and if Prince Harry has a thing for fellow redheads…

he should know I’m available

Senioritis; it’s gettin' SERIOUS!

hey!

I should be sleeping.

NO! I should be reading!

I have senioritis so bad. Everybody will tell you they have it, but until you are in the last two months of high school, you will never know what senioritis feels like.

Any way. Where do I start? Well, I left off at prom… So there.

1. I don’t regret going because everybody says you should. I actually had a really great time. Though it did remind me that I do really hate high school. I participated in ZERO afterprom festivities. No partying, no afterprom, just my bed, which I didn’t mind. I don’t see the fun in hanging out with my classmates, def not a “good time”. I could have gone for a movie at my house, though I probably would have been asleep before anything happened. Yeah, yeah, this nerd doesn’t find value in high school prom partying.

2. My hair looked hot: pic below.

My date was a friend from debate. I’m not sure how much I want to detail the evening. We took pics, ate dinner, danced until I was so hot I felt like my face was melting off, went home.

I am pretty excited about my best friends prom! No dates, no pressure. Just partying the night away. Yes, that sounds like my kind of night. It’s like when you go with a group of friends nobody expects social norms. You don’t have to buy flowers or all match, because when you go with your friends its fun. I love that.

 

I’ve been thinking a lot. College is scaring me. I feel like I’m being pushed from my own home. My dad was in the kitchen the other day and joked about turning my room into the computer room when I left, or at least in my mind I made it a joke. He seemed pretty serious. We fight so much about it. And the more he discourages me from going away, the more I don’t want to EVER come back. I know it kills my mom because she knows that’s what I think, but I can’t do it any more. If I had the money to get out faster, I would. I’m not afraid of being on my own, I’m afraid of being alone.

 

So my relation between prom and a less than caring father is that I’m really going to miss my friends. I don’t mean the people I sit with in class. I’m talking the people who I tell everything to. My debate girls, my best friend kamryn, being even further from my friend Kacey. It’s hard. I feel like I’m staring brand new without even any sort of support system, I mean besides my mom, she’s amazing.

I want to say that its terrible, that I shouldn’t have to worry about any of this. That I should automatically have those people standing behind me ready to catch me if I fall, but I just don’t care anymore. Its like everything makes sense now. My dad hardly ever came to anything of mine growing up. 1 volleyball game. Maybe 2 tennis matches. 2 debate tournaments out of 4 years. 1 banquet, and not even the one that was most important to me. He “didn’t feel good that night”. So I don’t know what I’m expecting now. Change? Well, I can always just imagine… Maybe when I’m 10 hours away, he’ll get it. I sure hope so because I don’t want any of this to happen to my brother.

 

On the bright side, my graduation party plans are moving ahead… and my dad has shown interest. Tonight he took me to dinner and we discussed options, it was sorta nice.

Okay, now this length is just ridiculous! I have to go read and do my homework!

G’night!

Here’s to another backward HS drama.

Its 12:19 am. Which means its officially April 1st. Which also means today is prom.

And my emotions are mixed on this particular subject.

People have told me to go to prom because if I miss my senior prom I will regret it… So, what do I do? Well of course, I get a date and make plans. I was thinking about this today and why am I doing this?

Sadly enough, I’m doing this because its socially acceptable. People don’t want to have regrets, it’s the simple truth. So, when you hear other people’s regrets you don’t let yourself make the same mistake. I dislike regrets as much as the next person so of course I’m going to prom. But now I’m thinking what if I regret going? I’d only regret going because I knew I was going so I wouldn’t regret it. Make sense?

 

OR am I just thinking too much about it?

 

Nah, I’m pretty sure I’m thinking too much about it. I’ve had two dreams about what could go wrong with prom neither of which are realistic situations assuming my date isn’t a cannibal and our restaurant doesn’t serve dog.  

 

The truth is social standards make me so mad! I don’t want to be part of them yet they are impossible to escape especially at my age in my environment.

Really, I think too hard. And I have ADD because I started this blog like an hour ago and have taken several detours, facebook stops, and youtube breaks for the sake of not having to think about prom!

I’ll update you guys tomorrow. maybe. night