Monday, April 23, 2007

So, sorry about the last few days of no post! Every time I tried to post, the comp logged me off and finally I just quit! But I'm back and I'm more happier about prom than before.

Got the most beautiful dress, here, lemme show you:

http://www.davidsprom.com/dresses_detail.jsp?i=1477&g=0&p=2&s=4433

Tell me what you think! I spent the longest time looking for one and this is what I chose. ^_^

And I'm decorating it with some black jewelry because it contrasts and some black heels (they're sooooo slu**y!) but my mommy chose them so now I gotta wear them~

I'm quite possibly going with my guy best friend (the one on the pic) we're not sure yet. And, yeah, my prom is this saturday. Got the money. Just gonna buy the ticket tomorrow. Yaiii!!

Let's see, nothing else has happened. This has been a pretty good week, nothing too eventful. Friends as crazy as ever, I'm thinking of doing a little page on my best friend's greetings towards me and other stuff......OOOOOH, now I MUST draw! Yainess!

Here's some stuff:

-Since light travels faster than sound, is that why some people appear bright until they speak?

-I'm like poop. The older I get the easier I am to pick up!

-Coffee, Chocolate, and Men - some things are just better rich.

-I believe in dragons, good men, and other fantasy creatures.

-Willing to lie about how we met!

-Where’s “Clever Opening Lines for Dummies” When You Need It?

-How many more frogs do I have to kiss to find my prince?

-Love is a sweet dream and marriage is the alarm clock.

-Ready for the three ring circus: engagement ring, wedding ring, suffering.

-Girls are like phones. They like to be held and talked to, but if you press the wrong button you'll be disconnected.

-Tired of shopping the Damaged Goods department.

-I'm the best singer in my car!

-Looking for a man with a large bulge-- in his back right pocket.

-Finding a good man is like nailing Jello to a tree!

-I'll jump on Oprah's couch for you!


Best Joke thingy ever!!! (And daddy, you should so read this, haha):

Top Ten Simple Rules for Dating My Teenage Daughter- and Living.


Rule One:
If you pull into my driveway and honk you'd better be delivering a package, because you're sure not picking anything up.


Rule Two:


You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them.


Rule Three:


I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact, come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.


Rule Four:


I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilizing a "barrier method" of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate, when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.


Rule Five:
It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is "early."


Rule Six:
I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter.
Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.


Rule Seven:


As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process that can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?


Rule Eight:


The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there are no parents, policemen, or nuns within eyesight. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka -- zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which features chain saws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folks homes are better.


Rule Nine:


Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a potbellied, balding, middle-aged, dimwitted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless God of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.


Rule Ten:


Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy near Hanoi. When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit your car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car -- there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine





Another one!::


This is the fairy tale that should have beenread to us when we were little girls:

Once upon a timein a land far away, a beautiful, independent,
self-assured princess happened upon a frog as she sat
contemplating ecological issues on the shores of an unpolluted pond in a verdant meadow near her castle.
The frog hopped into the princess' lap and said: "Elegant Lady,
I was once a handsome prince, until an evil witch cast a spell upon me.
One kiss from you, however, and I will turn back
into the dapper, young prince that I am and then, my sweet,
we can marry and set up housekeeping my castle
with my mother,where you can prepare my meals,
clean my clothes, bear my children,
and forever feel grateful and happy doing so. "

That night,as the princess dined sumptuously
on lightly sauteed frog legs seasoned in a white wine and onion cream sauce,
she chuckled and thought to herself:
I don't fuckin' think so.



Annnnd that's it!~
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