Drugs.

I'm super scared of needles.
So they gave me laughing gas so that they could fill my cavities. Which I have a ton of. I brush my teeth don't worry. I just tend to snack a lot. 
I'm super sensitive to the laughing gas.  And so this is what you get.
My mother thought I was faking it.
I wasn't.
Actually I don't remember about 90% of this.

Excuse my smile.
-Druggy

Lovely Dancing #1

Greatest night ever?
Obviously it was Preference.


Obviously. 

You know. I've noticed I say that a ton. Like a ton a ton. 

Which is two thousand pounds plus the other ton so that equals to around exactly forty thousand pounds minus thirty six thousand nine hundred and eighty pounds plus an extra eighty pounds. 

For those of you who didn't follow, the previous equation equaled out to be four thousand. 

And that is only if I did the math correctly. 

BUT.

I'm blonde.

SO.

Probably not.

So anyways if I say obviously a ton a ton then well I say it about four thousand times. And no.

That's not in a year. I'll be realistic. It probably in a week.

MAYBE even a day.

MAYBE.

Anyways.....

Preference was just great. 

JUST GREAT.

Here are some pictures from a very eventful evening. 

Here's our heads.

Are you ready for the full body?

Eh? Eh?

Well. Too bad.

There's my dress.

Formal but not Prom dressy.

As you know I like simple and tight...

Well. Pretty much that's what it is.

NOW are you ready for the whole thing?

BAM.

Oh gosh.

I love this picture.

LOOK AT OUR SHOES!

Here's a close up:

Look at us!

Totally match.

I call this picture the epitome of our relationship.

He stands there amazed by himself while I stand off on the side thinking that he is full of it.

Because. Well. He is.

Sometimes. I think he is adorable.

And sometimes. He doesn't want to talk to me.

PS. This picture was his idea.

"Let's do this." As he puts his hand up to block me from his view.

Rude?

 

If you haven't noticed. I tend to stick my thumbs out.

THUMBS UP FOR DA COOL KIDS!

I've realized I can never take anything seriously.

Like slow dancing.

We only sincerely My little sister totally told me how to spell sincerely. She's eight...  slow danced once. All the other times I would make him twirl me and prance around.

Yes. I do act like I'm five.

And no. I don't want to slowly dance while gazing into his eyes. 

I mean, heck. It's nice and all, but my kind of slow dancing makes memories! Fun memories. 

Here's our lovely group.

We were on the top. Because well. We tried being in the front and we just towered over everyone.

I'm usually around 5' 9" right?

He is 6' 2". 

He had to stand up straight in order for me not to be taller than him.

We were just the super tall couple.

NO.

I did not mind.

And here is the photo I know you have all been waiting for.

Awe.

Precious.

I know. I know.

So.

There are the pictures.

And I'll talk about the evening in part 2.

Trust me.

There's a lot of things that happened.

Teaser: I'm just grateful I wore tights. Or I would have scarred a few kids.... oops.

Dance like there's no tomorrow!

-Girl in the red shoes.

Hot mess.

Migraines. Love them. For all of you lucky souls that have never experienced them, curse you! All of seventh grade I had them. I missed almost all of third and fourth..What is that word. Half of a semester? I'm literally sitting here, trying to figure this out. Oh wow. I'm embarrassed. I could have just stopped typing, and made you thought that I knew what it is called. But I'm going to be true to you and your mom. TERM! finally.

Anyways...

I missed a lot of school because of these constant migraines. Migraines are pretty much headaches on steroids. They are the most dreadful feeling in the entire world. And makes you want to puke.

This morning.

Whaa Whaa Whaa. My alarm goes off, causing me to wake up from a truly fantastic dream. (Yes, my alarm does sound like that.) My alarm clock is at the foot of my bed, resulting in me leaping on top of it and bitterly pressing the snooze button. BAM. It hit me. After gaining conciseness, my body decided to remind me that I had a migraine. Instead of the sandman who whisks me away to dreamland I get good ole' Migraineman, aka. Satan who makes my veins swell and my head to pound. I roll off of my bed and into the shower. At this point there was no turning back. The shower was on, and I was in it. I had to quickly take a shower, but I felt like everything was in motion. And when I would reach for the shampoo I was actually grabbing that little ball thing. You know that thing with the fabric all bunched up and ahh.. never mind. Well anyways. I grabbed that thing. It was like I was old and on drugs. So I got out of the shower. Got dressed went to downstairs to my parents room. Complained to my mom. Laid down on her bed and was out in a matter of seconds. I woke up, my mom was gone and it was noon. Hallelujah my migraine was gone. I went to school looking like a freakin babe. Let me tell ya.

So that is what I looked like today. Babe status right there. Good thing I don't really care about boys and such. Or else I would be extremely embarrassed. Ps. look at my feet, they are probably whiter than a dentist's teeth.

You should all be jealous of what I looked like today. I mean honestly.

Headband/head wrap thing.

Not sure what to call it. Some people actually think it is a bandage. It's pink! Silly. It just covers up my hair, in order to make it look like less of a mess. But really you know the truth of what is going down under the headband... Chaos. If I took that off, and took out my ponytail all hell would brake loose. I don't just have bed hair, I have bed head. Yes, there is a difference.

Lucky Shirt.

Good things happen when I wear this shirt. I still just have to figure out what that is...

anyways. It's a freakin unreal shirt. I mean look at it! You want to be me.

Jeggings.

Fake jeans. Jeans + Leggings = Jeggings or Leans.... Synthetic tubes in which I force my legs into in order to have the illusion of a ridiculously pair of tight jeans. But in reality, these have become loose, so they lower their status to regular skinny jeans.

Toms.

These rare toms have a hole in the right toe. (I don't know if they are really rare, I doubt they are, but I have never seen another person with them) An extraordinarily comfortable pair of canvas slippers that offer little to none arch support. They are also high end Kung-Fu slippers. They are favorites among people who want to be "hipsters" and yet still kick butt with their awesome Kung-Fu skills.

So yes.

Pretty much I was the epitome of a hot mess.

Cya L8TR

-Sam "Saggie Jeans"