Yesterday, I planned to read a ridiculous amount. Would you like to know what I did instead? Of course you would, and if you would not, then I'm just going to tell you anyway. First I designed a logo for a coffee shop for a contest thing where the winner gets $200. I just keep entering these contests, since even if (when) I don't win them, I still have work to add to my portfolio. Anyway, BLAM! Logo!
After that, I went and entered another photo manipulation contest with this beautiful picture.
It's a well-known fact that caterpillars have green slime instead of blood.
I started on an entry for another contest where you put animals in clothing. Don't judge me. It is definitely more important to dress a giraffe and a zebra for prom than it is to read a book for class. I'll post that one when I finish it.
And now I'd like to tell all of you about the horror that was my senior prom, which was the only dance I ever went to in high school. (Did you catch my expert segue?) But first, a little backstory. My senior year of high school, I had an emergency appendectomy one week before my birthday. I went back to school for only half of the day on my birthday, because I was in pain despite the pain medicine that pretty much only succeeded in making me loopy. I took a long time to recover from my surgery. Three months later, I was finally better and able to participate in my PE classes, of which I had two. I also had to exercise a lot at home to make up for all of the PE classes that I had to sit out while recovering.
One week after returning to PE, I sprained my neck trying to spin on my head in my tumbling class. I got carried strapped to a board down three flights of stairs and went to the hospital in my PE clothes with no shoes. Luckily I didn't break my neck, but I did have to wear a neck brace for a week. Anyway, on the way home from the hospital, still in my PE clothes and not wearing shoes, my mom sees this dress in the window of a secondhand store that she thinks would be perfect for me to wear to prom if it fit. I didn't think they would let me in the store, since I wasn't wearing shoes, but my mom said that if they complained, she would buy me some cheap shoes there. So I went in. I got the dress and tried it on. It was very difficult with my neck brace, but it fit and I got it. By the way, this was two weeks before prom. Good thing I only had to wear the neck brace for one week. We had been trying to find a dress for me to wear to prom for a while before that with no luck, since my dad is ridiculous and wanted me to be completely covered. I'm talking about the fact that he found this dress when we were shopping that he wanted me to try on that had long sleeves, a turtleneck, and went all the way down to the floor.
The dress that I got was modest. I wouldn't want to wear anything revealing anyway. It would just be awkward. A month before prom, I asked my dad if I could ask the guy I liked to go with me. He went to another school, so it's not exactly like he would have asked me to go with him to my school's prom. My dad said that it's improper for a girl to ask a guy. My grandma even called him old-fashioned when she heard about that. Anyway, I respected his wishes, since if I didn't, he would just not let me go to prom. He did say that if he asked me, I could go with him. This was ridiculous for the reason mentioned earlier. My mom gave me the idea to hint at it in e-mails to him. So I sent him a few e-mails about not having a date for prom and since I had never gone to any school dances, nobody would ask me since they wouldn't expect me to be going. I began to think that he really couldn't take a hint. So on prom night, my parents drove me there dateless. Imagine my surprise when I see Austin (the guy I wanted to ask) there with someone else. Later I found out that his best friend's girlfriend had gotten him to come along with her friend who didn't have a date, and had asked way before I started my hinting. He could have at least told me that that was why he wasn't asking me. Anyway, I avoided him all night and hung out with some other friends and attempted to dance, which I'm fairly horrible at. It wasn't as bad as the prom on Carrie, but the highlight of my night was when some of my guy friends were rocking out and accidentally knocked down the fake castle. I was completely miserable though and it definitely made me happy that I had never gone to any of the other school dances. Here's a picture of me with my best friend on prom night. She went with her ex, and he had broken up with her, so she didn't have a whole lot of fun either.
I'm on the left, in case you can't tell.
That story really wasn't very interesting. I apologize. Hopefully the zebra and giraffe picture will make up for it. I'll go finish it right now.
It's finished. Who knew that putting a tuxedo on a zebra would be so difficult? No wonder they don't wear clothes. However, the giraffe looks pretty good in this dress. The zebra is lucky she didn't wear heels!
you had me at blam.
ReplyDeleteHaha, thank you. I'm glad you appreciate my onomatopoeia.
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