Hashtag Prom Problems

It's that time of year again, only this time it's my turn. This year is my year. Senior year. This year I am going to Prom. Good lord does that sound nice. I'm going to Prom. I'm going to Prom. I'M GOING TO PROM.

As excited as I am, I'm really not. First of all, this thing is going to cost a small fortune and I have no idea where the hell all this money is going to come from (probably tax returns). I'm trying to keep my expenses as small as possible to ease the burden for my parents, but at the same time it's my Prom and I want to look nice. Not even nice--I want to look hot. In the words of Caroline Forbes, "I want to look hot. Like Princess Grace of Monaco hot." I'm very serious about that bit. I have the dress all picked out too--I'm going to go try it on next week (if it's still in the store). My issue is that my mom really doesn't want to buy my dress online but I have my heart set on this specific dress and I think I just might die if I don't have it.

There's also the fact that I'm currently dateless. I honestly don't see myself ending up with a date. I just don't think anyone is going to ask me. It kind of sucks seeing all these girls get asked with all these cute grand gestures. I don't even need a grand gesture honestly. I just want someone to ask. Who am I kidding, I want Mr. Almost Perfect to ask. Now, when I thought he had a girlfriend, that idea was a far off fantasy that I never really considered. Today, however, I found out that he doesn't have a girlfriend anymore. I don't know when they broke up but out of sight out of mind. Not only am I relieved that I'm not some kind of homewrecker because I let him call me his baby and all that craziness, but the possibility of him asking me to Prom is now there. HE COULD ASK ME TO PROM. Or he couldn't. He's probably not even interested in me that way. He could just be a total manwhore. But he's so sweet!

But back to Prom--I wouldn't mind going dateless, I just don't want to be the only one out of all my friends to be dateless, you know what I mean? My best friend already has a date and I am so sure that my other friend is going to get asked. They're going to eventually be off with their dates and then there's gonna be me. All I want is one slow dance--and to dance with Mr. Almost Perfect for that song. With my luck, of course, I'll end up sitting in a corner alone during the slow dance.

Mr. Almost Perfect Makes a Move... Or Several

It's official... Mr. Almost Perfect is trying to kill me. If the boy gets anymore affectionate around me, I swear I'm going to start puking rainbows. Somehow, the Gods conspired against me (or in my favor, depending on who you're rooting for) yet again today, and I ended up sitting next to him in the auditorium again today. Of course he's excited about the idea, but as usual, I'm determined to ignore him. HA! In hindsight I should've known it wouldn't work.

So first he starts playing with my fingers, and I just had to ask him what the hell he was doing. He, of course, responds that he's playing with my fingers like it's not a big deal. I mean, it's not but it still is, you know? After that, the sequence of events gets a little fuzzy, but here's what I know happened: we ended up holding hands (yes, fingers interlocked and yes it felt good... even if his hands are huge in comparison to mine), he very much enjoyed touching my leg (under the guise of wow, your pants are so soft!), and he kissed me on the cheek. The last one happened so randomly that I didn't know what to do. He just... kissed my cheek. Out of nowhere! I swear, I felt like I was on a movie date or something. There were a few more random kisses, but no actual kissing, obviously.

The best part was when he asked me if I missed him on Tuesday. Please remember that this is Thursday, and  that I did see him on Wednesday. Actually on Wednesday, he told me he'd missed me when I hugged him in the hall. I didn't say I missed him too, I just asked where he was. So it's funny to me that he would bring it up again today, like he really wanted an answer. I told him no, even though it was probably obvious that I did. I really didn't want to inflate his ego nor feed the flame by telling him I missed him. I'm his friend, not his girlfriend. I don;t have an obligation to miss him. That doesn't mean I didn't, but he doesn't have to know that bit. Besides, I made it seem like I was joking so I'm sure he knows that I missed him.

Also he called me his baby and with that, I quit my life.

20 Facts

On a way lighter note than my last post, I noticed this "20 Facts About Me" trend floating around the blogoshpere for a while now (I had been creeping on the blogspot world for a while before deciding to get one of my own). I was wracking my brain for something to post while I waited for my nails to dry and I decided why the hell not! So, here we go.

1. I am seventeen years old, and I've never had what I consider to be a real boyfriend. Not for lack of trying either.

2. I have been natural for about two years now, and I couldn't be more in love with my hair.

3. I swear way too much, I really need to get a handle on that.

4. I speak French (fluently, depending on the day) and I'm currently working my ass off in AP French Language and Culture. God knows what possessed me to take this specific AP my senior year but I'm passing.

5. I named my car after Jeremy Gilbert because I love him so much and the fact that they killed him off the show makes me scared my baby's going to break down before I can actually drive him.

6. I'm obsessed with Starbucks, and I don't get enough chances to go there.

7. Right now, at this very second, the guy I have a crush on is a huge asshole but damn it if he isn't a cute one.

8. I was bullied from elementary school to about sixth grade, the subtle, mean girl kind of bullying that butchered my self-esteem.

9. I would rather take a completely silly photo of myself than a normal one.

10. I'm so excited to start University in the Fall!

11. I'm practically in love with my government teacher, he's just an awesome person and I admire him (even though he's a scatterbrain and an asshole).

12. I feel empty and inadequate if I'm not reading at least one book at the moment (which I'm not--I'm ordering one after I post this, woohoo!).

13. I freaking love horror movies. I love the feeling of being scared by something that can't actually hurt me, and laughing at my friends' expressions.

14. I don't wear makeup. I straight up have no idea how to use it and what goes where and I hate the feeling of a bunch of stuff on my face. I only wear it when I'm getting dolled up for something important.

15. I love chapstick. I'm that girl who reapplies at least ten times a day.

16. I'm always talking about how I'm an old soul and I was born in the wrong era. I'm all about the fifties.

17. At seventeen years old, I still don't know how to drive (I was supposed to start lessons today but my mom's car is in the shop).

18. I am so genuinely awkward in real life. I never really know what to say and how to function in social situations.

19. I am ten times more awkward around guys I like. I have this tendency to giggle and grin and stare at my feet.

20. I have no idea where I'll be in ten years, but I hope I'm doing something that I love.

If you read all twenty, you're perfect and I love you. If you have a post like this you should totally link me! I'm nosy and I love reading these.

xoxo, Sheldine