Homecoming pictures to come ya'll :)

Hang in there.

I swear I looked like a French prostitute,
and my date - The Cookie Monster.

I'm pretty sure there's a lesson in this - blogging as opposed to doing economics homework at midnight - and I'm sure I'll learn it soon (like when I get up at 5 in the morning to type up the minutes of the HOSA meetings for the entire last month) Who was the fucktard that volunteered to be secretary last year? Oh right, me.

So Friday was nice. I actually got my homecoming dress - in boring black - from BCBGMaxAzria. Omfg can you just die? I die. For 50 bucks?! I die again. All the way from $275!? I die once more. Only downside to that day was that I was supposed to head over to his house to hang out with his buddies - which I made up to him the next day when we actually had our first official date. :)

Ah, the first date. It was the traditional "movie-dinner" thing, except there was no dinner, and I was driving. And nearly killed him. Although, the movie was super awkward/hilarious