Prom Protips

• While getting asked to prom is cute and fun and makes you feel special, it's a lot of work to have to stay with your date the entire time and to make sure to dance with them enough.
• Give yourself enough time to get ready. There's nothing like last minute makeup to mess up your look.
• Never wear a strapless if your boobs aren't huge. No matter how tight you get it, you'll be pulling up your dress the entire night.
• Bud up with someone that has wheels to go wherever with you.
• Try and make some sort of pre prom plan with said buddy
• If you like dancing, try to get your entire group to come shortly after it has started. That way you will get in lots of dancing with lots of people. 
• If you want to slow dance with a specific person, make sure to be in the right spot to grab them
• When dancing, try to just let loose and loosen up, you look uncomfortable dancing if  you are uncomfortable. Just go with the flow!
• Try not to grind. It'a unpleasant for everyone around you to see.
• People are the craziest partiers right after the event. Avoid these, it's very easy to catch you on prom night.

oh, PROM.

Ah yes, the perpetually talked about cliche subject that is a favorite of every single high schooler in existence in April and May. "What does your dress look like?" "Who are you going with?" "How are you doing your hair??" "What are you doing before prom?
It kind of gets old.
Don't get me wrong, I mean, great for the people that are SO into dinners and dresses and heels and stuff, but honestly, I'm not super into that stuff.
I just love to dance. And I mean, I LOVE to dance. I really do.
I just don't like the aspect where you have to wear an uncomfortable dress allll night, the awkward "Going with a date" thing, taking pictures, doing your hair all fancy and the pre-and-after parties.
Everyone LOVES to use it as an excuse to just get trashed out of town or to get laid.
If you haven't gathered already, I'm not super into that.
Well, to say the least all the hype got me pretty stoked for Friday night, and my expectations were pretty high.
I was a little disappointed.
For pre-prom dinner I went over to my friends house and awkwardly sat around for two hours, and then we went over to the place where the dance was being held.
Dancing was pretty fun, mostly because I love dancing, but then everyone dances in the tight tight circles that you slowly move out of and then your just awkwardly outside of it, dancing by yourself. Which Is why I usually made a different circle and included the more odd kids. And then also the DJ sucked and replayed four different songs and only played 5 slow dances in the four hours I was there.
After prom all the freshman had their own little group and I wasn't really invited to anything that wasn't drinking out of town so Texas spent the night at my house and that was pretty fun, but still, not the same and a non-drinking after party.
So yeah, yay silly high schoolers.
I still had some fun though, it just was not the greatest night of my life.

whoaah whiplash.

Okay, so I was totally into this guy in my last two posts, right? Well I think I was just really into the idea of dating. And someone liking me.
But nope.

Rosa, what do you mean by whiplash?
Well, dearest reader, he was talking like we would be dating throughout basketball season and on, but no. He then proceeded to say that he wanted to take things slow. So we went to the movie, and the only thing interesting that happened was our legs touched. Fabulous. Before we went to the crappy movie, he came a braved my family for a while, but he was texting this one girl he previously had something with. The. Entire. Time.
For cereal?
And I'm pretty certain he is still into her.
So after I had talked to my parents and gotten the dating talk, etc., fallen for him, and gone on a crappy date, he told me that it was weird for him because I am a lot like my best friend, who he sees as little sister.
asdfghjkl;.

I know I know it sounds like I am quite eloquent with my anger, but I'm actually not that angry.
I was able to stay fatuous and jocular, and I was surprised that it didn't effect me too much. The only bugging thing is my family still asks about him.

Ooh high school. You continue to be just lovely.

Toodles.
Rosa

Life is wasted on the living. -Douglas Adams

I think I am Bozo the Clown and Yoda's lovechild.
I seem to have a knack for cheering people up, or providing insight into people's problems.
It feels good to help.
But, I sure with there was a Rosa for me!

I still feel ugly. Looking around at all these gorgeous girls, that are pretty inside and out, I feel so... Average. It sucks. And even if they're ugly on the inside, at least they're pretty, and have something for them. I just have... Trying to be nice.
Which sucks, because I am forever overlooked. Ugh. I just want to be wanted.
And even the average or okay-ish girls get guys that flirt with them and get boyfriends!
WHAT AM I DOING WRONG?!

I hate high school.

An optimist is a guy that has never had much experience. -Don Marquis

Fake it 'til you make it. 

Pretty much my life story right now. I have to just go through the motions of high school until college, where I know it will get better. I am so glad I have something to motivate myself...

Seriously, I freaking HATE PMS with a passion. I hate being all emotional and stuff. It's buggy.

Anyways, I had just THE BEST day today! *note sarcastic tone* I got to go to the dentist for my braces, but the guy, who was just changing out a freaking POWER CHAIN, 1) took forever 2) didn't have the right tools 3) is really careless and rough, and 4) doesn't do this very often. So a had him GRIPPING at my face try to get the rubber bands on, and digging into my gums, to the point where they had to start dabbing the blood away. 

SERIOUSLY?! Just have your effing assistant do it, she is 10x better! Meanwhile I'm trying not to cry as they stab me with pointy things! So, of course that was a fun time... So, the entire time I was looking forward to a tiny peice of amazing brownie to eat when I got home to get rid of the taste of blood and find that my freaking pig brother ate HALF THE PAN! Meaning, there was none left. At all. So, I crawled into bed and bawled for a while 'cause my gums were still bleeding and my mouth hurt and I was being emotional and feeling crappy, and then had to try to pull it together to go to school. So I slappedd some makeup on and put my hair up so I would at least look average, and had to go through the motions of class, and I got to stress about the inspection for JROTC tomorrow by spending 2 hours in the supply room cleaning. After that, I went over for a National Honor Society meeting and got to stress over memorizing something, adn then got to go to a meeting for JROTC and got to sttress about a presentation I'm supposed to do tomomorrow. Fun! So I take the bus home and am taking my usual shortcut, except everything is melting so I sink in up to my thigh! Which wouldn't have been to bad except I was wearing Chuck's and jeans, so my jeans got wet and my kicks got full of snow and almost got stuck in the snow a couple times. 

God I have this town. 

But yeah. That's it for whining today! 

On the bright side, well... Um. 

I guess one thing to look forward to is going to Fairbanks and the lower 48 in a few weeks. 

Yay. 

I'm so tired of acting happy all the freaking time. 

Toodles.

"Sometimes when I have a problem, I just sing, then I realize my voice is worse than my problem."

Sometimes, I just feel really ugly. Inside and out.

I have ugly thoughts about annoying children.
I have ugly thoughts about people.
I have ugly thoughts about myself.
I have ugly thoughts about this town.
I have ugly thoughts about sports.
I have ugly thoughts about ages.
I have ugly thoughts aboout dumb teens.

I have a ugly nose.
I have ugly teeth.
I have ugly arms.
I have ugly, weird legs.
I have ugly boobs.
I have ugly clothes.
I have ugly feet.
I have ugly hair.

I have ugly insecurities and fears.
I have an ugly personality.
I have an ugly voice.
I have a ugly want to always be complimented and praised.
I have a ugly want to please.
I have a ugly want to be wanted.

Sorry, this is depressing, but it's all true.

I keep trying to stop thinking and talking about guys, but why don't they like me?! Every single other friend I have has been whistled to, asked out, or SOMETHING.
I get weird and ugly stalkers.
Arghh.
I just want to feel beautiful.

Rosa.

Small minds are concerned with the extraordinary, great minds are concerned with the ordinary. -Blaise Pascal

It quite annoys me how full
of themselves a lot of high
school girls are. I mean
seriously, I do not need to
see their face and boobs in
a picture every day. Have
they no shame? I would be
SO embarrassed if pictures
like that of me went on the
internet, and they just
choose to. I'm not really
ranting, but this was on my
mind today. And, they have
to wear make up all the time
in order to look "pretty".
They also are so convinced
they are the best thing in my
high school...Which doesn't
make me feel too bad about
being average or jealous of
them, because I know I am
going to go on to do bigger
and better things. Wow,
this is turning into a rant. But
seriously, I'm not angry. I'm
actually pretty fine with my
status in high school for the
most part. I have awesome
college times to look
forward to.

On a brighter note, IT WAS THIRTY DEGREES TODAY!
I actually got to go for a four mile run, it was glorious!

❥, rosa

Hope the best, expect the worst, life's a play and we are unrehearsed. -Dr.Seuss

Okay, there's some things that are unsaid rules that you don't break (unless you have to) in high school. For example: the school bus...Where you sit is based on where you rank.
_________
|          |
|   | <--- Extreme weirdo, or someone who doesn't ride the bus too often.
|   |<-----Weirdo/loser area. My brother sits there.
|   |<-----Losers. Sometimes I end up sitting here.
|   |<-----Middle class high schoolers, where it sit.
|   |<-----Middle class/stoners thatdon't do it on the bus&think they are cool.
|   |<-----"Cool" people
|   |<-----Not sure what is over here,it's no man's land, I guess.
|   |<-----Here back is stoner-ville/pot town.
|   |         ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^
|   |          |  |  |  |   |  |   |  |  |  |   |  |  |  |  |   |  |  |
|   |  <----Back here is where people chew and spit it onto the bus floor....Only sat here once.
  -----------

ta ta,
-rosaღ

A lot of people run a race to see who’s the fastest. I run to see who has the most guts. - Steve Prefontaine

I'm not all average, how about sports?

 I  placed  3rd  for high school 1-2-3A 

  girls  for  cross country running, that's 

   not   too  average,  and  I'm  going  to 

    Canada  to  compete  in  a  snowshoe 

     race,  and  I  won skimeister for cross
      country skiing. That's not too average,
        right? 

         Sports  isn't  everything,  although  it's
          gotten    me    most    of   my   friends,
           matured      me,     and     given     me
            experiences  I  cannot  even  begin  to
             talk  about.  I  have  some  of the best,
              and some of the worst memories from
                it.
                 It's given me goals to work hard for.
                  So maybe looks don't matter too much,
                   high  school  isn't  everything.  I  plan to
                    run in college, and hopefully people will
                     see more in me then.
❤,rosa.