My Three Prom Dates

As a 17 year-old girl, who is a junior, who is getting ready for my first prom, I was needin' a date as well as freakin' the fuck out. My first date I had in line was the cretin from the previous post.
I'll play a little catch up on that sitch. The day after the party everything was fine, he seemed totally cool when we went back to get my clothes and my hopes were up, maybe I hadn't made too much of an ass of myself the night before... I waited and waited for a text... desperate much, I know, but I'm not afraid to admit it. Girl's gotta dream.
Still zilch from Mr. Adorable Redneck. Then approx two days later I pulled into the gas station I always go to and guess who just happened to be there??? You Know Who. In his little ford ranger. WTF was I supposed to do? I acted like I didn't see him for a few minutes and then when I caught him giving my car the up and down, I smiled and waved. He waved back. That's the last time I ever communicated with the ass munch.

Side note: It's totes cool to just hook up in my opinion. Absolutely ay-okay. But just ya know, fuckin' tell me that. Don't drag on the bullshit. Don't put your arm around me in the movie theater, tell me all about your mommy and daddy issues, ask me everything about me, do the whole kiss goodnight thing and get me to fucking like you just to do that shit. NOT COOL. I'm one of those people that don't really let a lot of people get that close and when I do you're fuckin' lucky. And just to pull that shit... It's a pain in my ass. Makes me hate people even more.

Moreover, prom was approaching swift and steady and I still had no date. And my naggy friend with a boyfriend would not get off my back about it. I finally did some digging of my own and cyber hacked my way into getting my other "anti-prom friend" (same friend I took to the party from last post) to go to prom with my group. The hot-bearded guy she was makingout with at the party was more than down to  crash our prom. He even ditched out on some other girl to go with my friend. So hear she is, all anti-prom with a hot date at the ready. Fuck, I couldn't even beg for a date. Lucky bitch.
My dress was full out Cinderella, fluff and all. I had so much money riding on this one night it was ridiculous.

I had been hanging out with my friend, lets call her Kat and her boyfriend Chit like everyday. I was the perfect third wheel. It was never awkward. Finally one day Chit thought he found me a prom date... Two problems, he had a girlfriend (not my problem, I just wanted him for prom pictures) and he couldn't grow hair (okay, kinda looks like Mr. Clean). But I was cool with it. The plan was to go as friends and just have a PG rated good time as a group.
Mr. Clean dropped out like a week away from prom. I had already bought his ticket and everything. God dammit. Apparently he was only going because him and his girlfriend were fighting. Tool-tastic.
In a rush, My friend Ashley put her older brother up to the task of being my date. What a brave soul, the rest had dropped like flies.
We got Thomas fitted for his suit and ready to go.
The day before prom, everything was falling into place, Kat and I got our pimped out prom ride all spick and span. And then it was time for a sleep over at my house. The parents went for a night at a casino so it was party time. Kat, Chit and I mobbed through my small town, misplacing traffic cones, strutting through the adult shop, and just raising hell (a very small, sober hell). That was one of the funnest nights I've ever had. I was even getting over my cold or so I thought.

F*ck Double Standards and the Horse They Rode In On

The one thing that I can put on top of my big fat hate list is double standards. Right next to that twat Daisy Campbell.
I don't understand how people can make a judgement about someone that they don't hold to themselves or other people. In a way my hatred for double standards kinda turned me into a tad bit of a slut my freshman year. My dim-witted philosophy was, "Hey, if I'm gonna makeout with him, then I can't not makeout with this guy." I quickly re-routed my ideals because that road was the fast track to herpes and that's not the car ride I was in for. Now I just hate double standards as a judgmental thing rather than a physical law.
And the double standard of the freshman. Everyone's supposed to hate freshman because they are soooo "immature". I call bullshit. We were all f*cking freshman at one time and who gives a flying f*ck if freshman like to goof off. Let them have the last year of their childhood without flicking them shit all of the time. Maybe maturity is the root of all evil. I would much rather see a freshman giggling and throwing spitballs down the hall instead of giving people sexual favors in the bathrooms and smoking cigarettes in the parking lot like the "mature" freshman are doing. Being pressured by the double standards of "what is cool" and "what is mature" create the little f*cktards that roam our small towns streets.

Bitch-Time

Wow, Aysha even has a hat like that! ;) Talk about CRUSH! 

Now I will proceed to get in to the story about why I hate the previously mentioned twat. Well, like two weeks ago one of my friends jackets came up missing. It wasn't a big deal, seeing as it was a gift from her ex-boyfriend and was over two years old. But it was still an inconvenience given that it was one of her favorite jackets.
I was cruising through instagram and I about shit my pants. Little miss, pot-head, shit for brains, Daisy Campbell posted a picture of herself in my friends jacket!! And then got into an argument with me and my friend claiming it was new and that her parents got it for her!!! Well then her parents must shop at the f*cking goodwill then cuzzz damn that sweatshirt is over TWO years old. And did I forget to mention that the her best friend was the suspect in stealing it.
And she runs her god damn mouth like there's no tomorrow. Well maybe it's because she's so used to her big ass horse teeth keeping her trap open all the time.  Ya know, this tiff wouldn't have escalated to such a deep seeded hatred if she had just owned up to her thieving ways. Everyone who reads this and knows both Aysha and Daisy, head on over to Daisy's Instagram @daisyjanecampbell and check out her pics for your self. I bet you will recognize the jacket as AYSHA'S. Damn, Daisy, you should have had enough sense to tell your henchmen to pick out something of hers that she didn't almost wear everyday. OBVI, somebody needs to become a better thief if you want to support your children. Oh, wait! Silly me! that's what you have welfare for!

Avoidance is never the answer..

Sorry for my recent absence Dollz, I've been super busy its not even funny. With in the last month or so, I have completed Drivers Ed, got my license (first try, bitches), got a car, finished 10th grade, and got a job at the local pizza place.  And on top of that, we now have a pretty kick-ass pool and veggie garden.  I am planning to reboot my blogg with full force upon the season premiere of Awkward. complete with a review of the first episode. Maybe even a vlog to boot! Also one of my friends has started a blog on here, Check it out!! http://fantasyisthaareality.blogspot.com/