I regret ever ever wanting to be on The Bachelor. Ever. Don't get me wrong. I still won't miss an episode but I could not put myself through what these girls do. This is seriously a train wreck.
A couple of observations:
Rose #9 Jillian is totally my girl - i'm rooting for her.
Rose #8 I can't figure Lauren out. Is she a bitch or just totally insecure? p.s. I think I danced next to her in the boom boom room at the jersey shore. definitely.
Rose #7 Megan is a wackadoo
Rose #6 Melissa reminds me of someone and I can't think of it.
Rose #5 I think the other girls should have sang the walk of shame song when that girl came home in his clothes. What is her name? Holly? Holly hookup?
Rose #4 Shannan still has a napkin on her lips. ouch.
Rose #3 naiomi - i think i just butchered the spelling of her name but i'm too lazy to google it. she needs to go back to being eva mendez's body double.
Rose #2 Stephanie is sweet but what the hell was she wearing when she was doing the singing contest? and what the heck was she singing?
and Rose #1 Nikky totally got dumped because she has side burns.
Why else won't I go on this show? Because I don't need to be written about in some single girl's blog :)
Monday, January 26, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
The "Hi have a chance Hat"
I have recently renamed a Providence night spot from the Hi Hat to the "Hi have a chance Hat". Why the name change you ask?
Well one of my friends from work and I decided to stop by Saturday night to listen to a band I'm thinking of booking for one of our events.
The fact that we saw a couple of middle aged drunk women stumble out onto the sidewalk as we walked in was not a good sign.
I was seriously the youngest person in the place. I felt like even in their drunken state - everyone was aware of this fact almost like there was an arrow over my head pointing me out. The men were drooling over us like we were brand new prey that wandered into their lair.
The outfits were unbelievable. Some women did not want to give up their New Year's Eve sparkles. Some others couldn't stop looking at themselves while they were dancing - they thought they were such hot shit.
We see this group of guys that looked around our age. Who talk about hot shit - thought they were roasting. However it seemed that they were constantly asking this group of older women to dance and I suddenly realized we had a group of cougars on our hands. At one point this one younger - slightly attractive (in a "the best of the worst" kind of way) asks this one woman in the group to dance. I could not understand it. On top of the fact that she should have stopped wearing haltar tops about 20 years ago - I know this is going to sound horribly mean but she almost looked slightly retarded. I am 100% positive that she was not - but I was staring with this I can't believe this is happening look on my face. Her friends were half giddy for their friend/half totally jealous that it wasn't them out there. So of course I need to start trouble and catch eyes with one of the friends and start mouthing to her - do you want to dance with him too? My friend immediately stops me from creating a scene.
Another one of the guys in the group was absolutely repulsive. He had on his horrible striped shirt, which laid over his beer belly and slight hunch of his back. He thought he was such a ladies man and came marching confidently over to me and my friend. Of course asked us to dance and I couldn't even take a breath before blurting out no. I almost wanted to say - I've been making fun of you mercilessly since I walked into this reject haven.
I continued to be mesmerized by the seduction of the cougars by the young boys. I couldn't tell if they were doing it on a dare or as a joke - or - if they were seriously trying to get some ass from these women. (it had to be because they had no chance in a normal bar).
Once my friend and I heard the first few notes of "Let's Get It On" we knew it was our exit to leave. No need to actually witness the grinding of what could be my mom's friends with their potential sons at the Hi have a chance Hat.
Well one of my friends from work and I decided to stop by Saturday night to listen to a band I'm thinking of booking for one of our events.
The fact that we saw a couple of middle aged drunk women stumble out onto the sidewalk as we walked in was not a good sign.
I was seriously the youngest person in the place. I felt like even in their drunken state - everyone was aware of this fact almost like there was an arrow over my head pointing me out. The men were drooling over us like we were brand new prey that wandered into their lair.
The outfits were unbelievable. Some women did not want to give up their New Year's Eve sparkles. Some others couldn't stop looking at themselves while they were dancing - they thought they were such hot shit.
We see this group of guys that looked around our age. Who talk about hot shit - thought they were roasting. However it seemed that they were constantly asking this group of older women to dance and I suddenly realized we had a group of cougars on our hands. At one point this one younger - slightly attractive (in a "the best of the worst" kind of way) asks this one woman in the group to dance. I could not understand it. On top of the fact that she should have stopped wearing haltar tops about 20 years ago - I know this is going to sound horribly mean but she almost looked slightly retarded. I am 100% positive that she was not - but I was staring with this I can't believe this is happening look on my face. Her friends were half giddy for their friend/half totally jealous that it wasn't them out there. So of course I need to start trouble and catch eyes with one of the friends and start mouthing to her - do you want to dance with him too? My friend immediately stops me from creating a scene.
Another one of the guys in the group was absolutely repulsive. He had on his horrible striped shirt, which laid over his beer belly and slight hunch of his back. He thought he was such a ladies man and came marching confidently over to me and my friend. Of course asked us to dance and I couldn't even take a breath before blurting out no. I almost wanted to say - I've been making fun of you mercilessly since I walked into this reject haven.
I continued to be mesmerized by the seduction of the cougars by the young boys. I couldn't tell if they were doing it on a dare or as a joke - or - if they were seriously trying to get some ass from these women. (it had to be because they had no chance in a normal bar).
Once my friend and I heard the first few notes of "Let's Get It On" we knew it was our exit to leave. No need to actually witness the grinding of what could be my mom's friends with their potential sons at the Hi have a chance Hat.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
375 Degrees
Happy New Year Everyone! I can't complain with how the first two weeks of 2009 have played out except for how freakin freezing it's been. That includes NYE. I was in Boston with the new boy who will be referred to as N.B. from now on. We saw hysterical comedian Joel McHale who also could not get over how freaking cold it was. Besides the fact that I almost killed a train of snowplows on the way there and the taxi driver who insisted on driving extremely slow while taking a wrong turn with minutes to spare to midnight - we had a great time.
So fast forward two weeks to last night and N.B. stops over and finds me wrapped up with multiple layers and a blanket wrapped around me in my freezing apartment. He suggests that I put my oven on and open the oven door which was a fabulous idea. So as I'm pumping that baby up to 375 degrees I think - wouldn't it be great to bake some cookies? It's only after 10:00 on a Wednesday night - a perfect time to make cookies. So I suddenly realize i have the cookie mix BFF from high school gave me for christmas. (he is so domestic) It's one of those mason jars with all the layers of ingredients. (it looked so pretty I didn't want to ruin it). I realize I don't have any eggs so I give a knock on my awkward next door neighbor's door to see if he has any (who as he's getting them is making all these faces like his eyes are adjusting to the light - please). However, we are in luck.
So I start to dump all the ingredients in the bowl and have a road block when I see the brown sugar in the mason jar is rock solid. Thank god N.B. has some muscles cause he had to attack that which left a spoon bent in half.
So here we go...
1st cookie attempt - N.B. teaches me how to play texas hold em while the cookies are baking. I take them out and N.B. thinks we need 2 more minutes. I listen and all of a sudden smoke is coming out my easy bake oven. Cookies burned.
2nd cookie attempt - I have half the bowl of cookie dough left so we give this another whirl. N.B. and I get preoccupied ;). Cookies burned. Again.
3rd cookie attempt - As N.B. and I are laughing about how my neighbor would explain to the firefighters why the building burned down. ("I don't know sir..I lent her an egg and then all of a sudden smoke was coming out of her apartment") I scrape enough cookie dough out of the bowl to make 4 final cookies. I pull out my secret weapon - tin foil. I will not let these cookies burn again. I stand by the oven and literally watch them bake pulling them out every few minutes. And there we have it - four perfectly baked cookies. At 12:05 in the morning.
So fast forward two weeks to last night and N.B. stops over and finds me wrapped up with multiple layers and a blanket wrapped around me in my freezing apartment. He suggests that I put my oven on and open the oven door which was a fabulous idea. So as I'm pumping that baby up to 375 degrees I think - wouldn't it be great to bake some cookies? It's only after 10:00 on a Wednesday night - a perfect time to make cookies. So I suddenly realize i have the cookie mix BFF from high school gave me for christmas. (he is so domestic) It's one of those mason jars with all the layers of ingredients. (it looked so pretty I didn't want to ruin it). I realize I don't have any eggs so I give a knock on my awkward next door neighbor's door to see if he has any (who as he's getting them is making all these faces like his eyes are adjusting to the light - please). However, we are in luck.
So I start to dump all the ingredients in the bowl and have a road block when I see the brown sugar in the mason jar is rock solid. Thank god N.B. has some muscles cause he had to attack that which left a spoon bent in half.
So here we go...
1st cookie attempt - N.B. teaches me how to play texas hold em while the cookies are baking. I take them out and N.B. thinks we need 2 more minutes. I listen and all of a sudden smoke is coming out my easy bake oven. Cookies burned.
2nd cookie attempt - I have half the bowl of cookie dough left so we give this another whirl. N.B. and I get preoccupied ;). Cookies burned. Again.
3rd cookie attempt - As N.B. and I are laughing about how my neighbor would explain to the firefighters why the building burned down. ("I don't know sir..I lent her an egg and then all of a sudden smoke was coming out of her apartment") I scrape enough cookie dough out of the bowl to make 4 final cookies. I pull out my secret weapon - tin foil. I will not let these cookies burn again. I stand by the oven and literally watch them bake pulling them out every few minutes. And there we have it - four perfectly baked cookies. At 12:05 in the morning.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
A Work in Progress
So here we are - the last days of 2008. It has been quite a year I feel like I have come a long way since this time last year.
On New Year's Day last year my friend and I were on a plane to Florida to bask in the sun for a few days. Too bad the sun didn't come out at all while we were there and I insisted on going tanning every day so I came back with a tan. During that trip I also had another pointless relationship end via telephone. But that was ok - I was starting the new year fresh and without any obnoxious guys who have smell issues (yes it was bad). So on the plane ride home I decided to write goals for 2008. Looking back now, surprisingly I did pretty well.
Throughout the year I got a new job, started my jewelry selling business, started seeing a trainer, and was inspired to start this blog which the five of you enjoy reading so much. I was trying new things like taking dance classes, learning about different wines and trying out new recipes (I think I always resort back to pesto pasta with chicken and zucchini). On top of that I had a much more positive attitude - my parents and friends noticed a difference in my outlook and when there were times that I fell down I was picking myself right back up. Sure I still dating the wrong guys and having my fair share of heartbreak and disappointment. But through it all I learned more about myself and what I was ultimately looking for in the end.
I have a brand new set of goals this year - some the same from last year, some new and exciting but the theme stays the same - trying to live my best life.
It's definitely a work in progress...
On New Year's Day last year my friend and I were on a plane to Florida to bask in the sun for a few days. Too bad the sun didn't come out at all while we were there and I insisted on going tanning every day so I came back with a tan. During that trip I also had another pointless relationship end via telephone. But that was ok - I was starting the new year fresh and without any obnoxious guys who have smell issues (yes it was bad). So on the plane ride home I decided to write goals for 2008. Looking back now, surprisingly I did pretty well.
Throughout the year I got a new job, started my jewelry selling business, started seeing a trainer, and was inspired to start this blog which the five of you enjoy reading so much. I was trying new things like taking dance classes, learning about different wines and trying out new recipes (I think I always resort back to pesto pasta with chicken and zucchini). On top of that I had a much more positive attitude - my parents and friends noticed a difference in my outlook and when there were times that I fell down I was picking myself right back up. Sure I still dating the wrong guys and having my fair share of heartbreak and disappointment. But through it all I learned more about myself and what I was ultimately looking for in the end.
I have a brand new set of goals this year - some the same from last year, some new and exciting but the theme stays the same - trying to live my best life.
It's definitely a work in progress...
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Dear Santaglas
So in between reading the 3rd book in the Twilight series (yes I am still obsessed, my mother had to slowly back me away from the Twilight display at Borders that was equipped with a full stock of Edward t-shirts) I traveled home from RI to NJ to celebrate Christmas with my family. Sometimes it's hard to get in the spirit when you are at the age that I am. Christmas is so hyped up when you are a little kid that it's sometimes hard to have that same excitement when you are too old for some of the traditions (however I will still be wearing my new christmas eve pjs) yet you don't have a family of your own yet to start the traditions that you enjoyed so much growing up. I was very fortunate that my parents always made Christmas fun and exciting for me and my brother - but of course not without a few hitches along the way.
Christmas 1985 - (Pre-brother) every god damn present under that tree was for me including my full kitchen set which I think is bigger than the own I currently have now.
Christmas 1986 - Now that my baby brother was in the picture the video camera was solely on him and all you could hear in the background was me saying thank you incessantly desperate for any attention. I occasionally gave him a piece of wrapping paper to play with. I'm so giving.
Christmas 1988 - The first time we drove down to Florida to visit my grandparents. Happened to also be the first blizzard Georgia and Northern Florida had seen in over 20 years. I couldn't stop crying thinking that Santa Claus wouldn't be able to find us in a motel while we were stranded.
Christmas 1989 - Our 2nd attempt to drive to Florida - my father wanted to get there so bad he hated to make any "unnecessary stops" along the way. Which resorted to my brother being so thirsty he started drinking out of my doll's baby bottle (which I had to throw up to the front to him since I was traveling in the way back of the suburban with the luggage) (cause my brother got car sick and needed the whole back seat)
Christmas 1991 -I couldn't get enough New Kids on the Block paraphernalia including my oversized door poster. Hmm some things haven't changed much.
Christmas 1993 - My father wasn't always the best at putting things together so I put together all of my brother's gifts including a pool table for the basement - who knew I was so handy with the a screwdriver!
Christmas 1999 - My first Christmas home from college all of my clothes had to be returned after I had gained the freshman 15.
Christmas 2002 - My dad got my mom a "shopping spree" for christmas which included a gift certificate to Lane Bryant. That didn't go over well.
Christmas 2006 - In my effort to be sentimental I had a plaque made for my dad's office commemorating 25 years of his painting and paperhanging business. As he opened it he started bawling his eyes out and none of us knew why. As we all sat there in shock we didn't know what to do so we all started crying.
Christmas 2007 - To bring my extended family closer on Christmas Eve I did what I know best - I started multiple rounds of buttery nipple shots.
There were certainly many more wonderful memories over the years and many generous gifts. (Although my mother was famous for "replacing" brand name items for a more value conscious purchase When I asked for Coach I got Goach. When I asked for Tommy Girl I got Johnny Gal. When I asked for Uggs I got Fuggs ("but they are from Australia!" says my mother...)) And even though my brother and I would tease each other and argue over the holidays last night I found a letter he wrote to Santa all by himself when he was 7.
Dear Santaglas,
I am 7 in a half (then there was an arrow and it said look up and he had added the word This which i think was to start the next sentence) (This) You will find on chrismise eve and give my sister a extra prezint ok, and give me another note ok and santaglas write on the back of this papaer and eat my cookeis if you want to.
from c.f.
to santaglas.
And that is what Christmas is all about.
Christmas 1985 - (Pre-brother) every god damn present under that tree was for me including my full kitchen set which I think is bigger than the own I currently have now.
Christmas 1986 - Now that my baby brother was in the picture the video camera was solely on him and all you could hear in the background was me saying thank you incessantly desperate for any attention. I occasionally gave him a piece of wrapping paper to play with. I'm so giving.
Christmas 1988 - The first time we drove down to Florida to visit my grandparents. Happened to also be the first blizzard Georgia and Northern Florida had seen in over 20 years. I couldn't stop crying thinking that Santa Claus wouldn't be able to find us in a motel while we were stranded.
Christmas 1989 - Our 2nd attempt to drive to Florida - my father wanted to get there so bad he hated to make any "unnecessary stops" along the way. Which resorted to my brother being so thirsty he started drinking out of my doll's baby bottle (which I had to throw up to the front to him since I was traveling in the way back of the suburban with the luggage) (cause my brother got car sick and needed the whole back seat)
Christmas 1991 -I couldn't get enough New Kids on the Block paraphernalia including my oversized door poster. Hmm some things haven't changed much.
Christmas 1993 - My father wasn't always the best at putting things together so I put together all of my brother's gifts including a pool table for the basement - who knew I was so handy with the a screwdriver!
Christmas 1999 - My first Christmas home from college all of my clothes had to be returned after I had gained the freshman 15.
Christmas 2002 - My dad got my mom a "shopping spree" for christmas which included a gift certificate to Lane Bryant. That didn't go over well.
Christmas 2006 - In my effort to be sentimental I had a plaque made for my dad's office commemorating 25 years of his painting and paperhanging business. As he opened it he started bawling his eyes out and none of us knew why. As we all sat there in shock we didn't know what to do so we all started crying.
Christmas 2007 - To bring my extended family closer on Christmas Eve I did what I know best - I started multiple rounds of buttery nipple shots.
There were certainly many more wonderful memories over the years and many generous gifts. (Although my mother was famous for "replacing" brand name items for a more value conscious purchase When I asked for Coach I got Goach. When I asked for Tommy Girl I got Johnny Gal. When I asked for Uggs I got Fuggs ("but they are from Australia!" says my mother...)) And even though my brother and I would tease each other and argue over the holidays last night I found a letter he wrote to Santa all by himself when he was 7.
Dear Santaglas,
I am 7 in a half (then there was an arrow and it said look up and he had added the word This which i think was to start the next sentence) (This) You will find on chrismise eve and give my sister a extra prezint ok, and give me another note ok and santaglas write on the back of this papaer and eat my cookeis if you want to.
from c.f.
to santaglas.
And that is what Christmas is all about.
Monday, December 15, 2008
I'm obsessed.
With Twilight.
I feel like I'm always slightly behind the latest trend. I was french cuffing my jeans well into middle school when everyone else had moved on to the baggy jeans. I was enjoying bacon and steak on the Atkins diet while everyone had moved onto the South Beach Diet. My friends and I started spending our summers in Manasquan about five years later than everyone else - hence making us the oldest people dancing in the boom boom room at the Osprey. I think you get my point.
Craziness has ensued around me for the last month yet I just recently became aware of this phenomenon of a teenage love story involving a vampire. After seeing how amazingly hot the vampire is in the movie (yes I'm drooling right along with adolescent 14 year olds) I immediately ran out to buy the book which I then finished in 3 days (ok i know that isn't that hard) and have plans to see the movie tomorrow night.
Yet of course I am behind the eight ball because people have already read the entire 4 book SERIES and have seen the movie yet I insist on telling everyone I come into contact with that I just finished book #1. Where have I been? Even the fact that I am writing this post about Twilight after the hundreds of others shows that sometimes I can be 3 steps behind. Whatever. The surprising thing is that I'm not really into this fantasy/scary/hero-esq type of movie. It's the love story that obviously got me. But I can tell you that I'm hooked.
I think they are onto something here with making these fantasy series into movies. Maybe I will give that boy with the round glasses a try. ;)
I feel like I'm always slightly behind the latest trend. I was french cuffing my jeans well into middle school when everyone else had moved on to the baggy jeans. I was enjoying bacon and steak on the Atkins diet while everyone had moved onto the South Beach Diet. My friends and I started spending our summers in Manasquan about five years later than everyone else - hence making us the oldest people dancing in the boom boom room at the Osprey. I think you get my point.
Craziness has ensued around me for the last month yet I just recently became aware of this phenomenon of a teenage love story involving a vampire. After seeing how amazingly hot the vampire is in the movie (yes I'm drooling right along with adolescent 14 year olds) I immediately ran out to buy the book which I then finished in 3 days (ok i know that isn't that hard) and have plans to see the movie tomorrow night.
Yet of course I am behind the eight ball because people have already read the entire 4 book SERIES and have seen the movie yet I insist on telling everyone I come into contact with that I just finished book #1. Where have I been? Even the fact that I am writing this post about Twilight after the hundreds of others shows that sometimes I can be 3 steps behind. Whatever. The surprising thing is that I'm not really into this fantasy/scary/hero-esq type of movie. It's the love story that obviously got me. But I can tell you that I'm hooked.
I think they are onto something here with making these fantasy series into movies. Maybe I will give that boy with the round glasses a try. ;)
Monday, December 8, 2008
Rejection Disguised in a Catholic School Uniform
One of those survey emails was just started by one of my high school friends that asked 5 things that you were doing 10 years ago. 10 years ago would have brought me back to the middle of my senior year in high school. A time in my life where I thought I had come so far yet was already experiencing some of life's little (or major if you asked my 17 year old self) disappointments. Who am I kidding? They are still major if I'm talking about them 10 years later.
First I will share with you the 5 things I was doing 10 years ago - and so important it seemed like they were:
1. Figuring out when I should get my highlights done again .- let's face it. This was extremely important to avoid horrible roots. However I am shocked at how I was able to afford highlights on a regular basis when 1. i can't afford them now and 2. i was working off of a salary of a ymca daycare employee.
2. Listening to Baby One more Time and the Chimney Song with my bff in HS in his car. - We discovered the Chimney Song - and it was the start of our love of vocal house music. And let's just say - 10 years later and I'm still trying to buy Britney tickets.
3. Picking up almost everyone that attended my high school from my home town and squishing them into my 1995 Mitsubishi Gallant to bring them to school each morning.
4. Falling asleep in Mr. Downing's history class.
5. Signing up to be on the prom committee - we will see the aftermath of this in a few minutes.
After we started this list - it got us talking about all of the things we tried to do but were DENIED in high school.
1. Antioch team leaders - being a retreat team leader was somewhat of a social status in high school. However it was kind of ironic because you had to have some kind of sad sob story to get you picked. But then everyone idolized you for it.
2. Fashion show participants. Again another sign of social status. Certain students were "selected" to participate in this annual fashion show fundraiser. It gave girls the opportunity to walk down the runway in a really pretty dress with their hair all done up with a cute buy from class to the song "Wonderful Tonight". Usually the "models" were captains of athletic teams, or President's of certain clubs. Hello? Why wasn't the captain of the colorguard represented??
3. Coffeehouse performers - that one hurt. My bff from number 2 up top and I were a Will and Grace of sorts in high school. We decided that he was going to sing My One True Friend while I played along on the piano. Well besides the fact that we practiced about 5 minutes before our audition we were RUDELY laughed at and cut on the spot immediately. Only to get to the Coffeehouse a month later to see that EVERYONE that performed was horrible. And our friends were on the selection committee.
4. Prom King and Queen - I came close with Prom Princess but then had fake blood thrown on me a la carrie fisher. haha jk. BFF and I of course went to the prom together and I have to say probably did look the best. I made it to Prom Court - which was a feat in itself yet on the way out heard some b**tch say "ohhhh that's why she got it" after I hugged the prom committee moderator. I will f**king kill you.
5. Leads in the play senior year - BFF came way closer to this than i did. We used to sing for hours on end the music to Anthing Goes before the audition. However we changed the words from Anything Goes to "This Really Blows". We were so god damn clever.
Now don't get me wrong - there were many high points in high school as well. I did love being the captain of the colorguard and was a member of the National Honor Society, among other things that defined my true self in HS. However these other things for some reason stayed with me...and it continued in college as I tried so hard to get involved. I guess they were lessons early on that some things were just not meant to be - even if you did practice walking down that damn runway in your mirror a zillion times.
First I will share with you the 5 things I was doing 10 years ago - and so important it seemed like they were:
1. Figuring out when I should get my highlights done again .- let's face it. This was extremely important to avoid horrible roots. However I am shocked at how I was able to afford highlights on a regular basis when 1. i can't afford them now and 2. i was working off of a salary of a ymca daycare employee.
2. Listening to Baby One more Time and the Chimney Song with my bff in HS in his car. - We discovered the Chimney Song - and it was the start of our love of vocal house music. And let's just say - 10 years later and I'm still trying to buy Britney tickets.
3. Picking up almost everyone that attended my high school from my home town and squishing them into my 1995 Mitsubishi Gallant to bring them to school each morning.
4. Falling asleep in Mr. Downing's history class.
5. Signing up to be on the prom committee - we will see the aftermath of this in a few minutes.
After we started this list - it got us talking about all of the things we tried to do but were DENIED in high school.
1. Antioch team leaders - being a retreat team leader was somewhat of a social status in high school. However it was kind of ironic because you had to have some kind of sad sob story to get you picked. But then everyone idolized you for it.
2. Fashion show participants. Again another sign of social status. Certain students were "selected" to participate in this annual fashion show fundraiser. It gave girls the opportunity to walk down the runway in a really pretty dress with their hair all done up with a cute buy from class to the song "Wonderful Tonight". Usually the "models" were captains of athletic teams, or President's of certain clubs. Hello? Why wasn't the captain of the colorguard represented??
3. Coffeehouse performers - that one hurt. My bff from number 2 up top and I were a Will and Grace of sorts in high school. We decided that he was going to sing My One True Friend while I played along on the piano. Well besides the fact that we practiced about 5 minutes before our audition we were RUDELY laughed at and cut on the spot immediately. Only to get to the Coffeehouse a month later to see that EVERYONE that performed was horrible. And our friends were on the selection committee.
4. Prom King and Queen - I came close with Prom Princess but then had fake blood thrown on me a la carrie fisher. haha jk. BFF and I of course went to the prom together and I have to say probably did look the best. I made it to Prom Court - which was a feat in itself yet on the way out heard some b**tch say "ohhhh that's why she got it" after I hugged the prom committee moderator. I will f**king kill you.
5. Leads in the play senior year - BFF came way closer to this than i did. We used to sing for hours on end the music to Anthing Goes before the audition. However we changed the words from Anything Goes to "This Really Blows". We were so god damn clever.
Now don't get me wrong - there were many high points in high school as well. I did love being the captain of the colorguard and was a member of the National Honor Society, among other things that defined my true self in HS. However these other things for some reason stayed with me...and it continued in college as I tried so hard to get involved. I guess they were lessons early on that some things were just not meant to be - even if you did practice walking down that damn runway in your mirror a zillion times.
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