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-Medina
9/26/12
#ThePromStruggle
Okay, I initially planned to blog everyday, but yesterday was sooo hectic. I always like to see myself as cool, calm and collected, but thinking about prom makes my skin crawl.I literally sat in school yesterday freaking tf out at the possibility of NO ONE ASKING ME. Prom is in exactly 9 months. That's about a whole pregnancy from now. How do you pick out what color you want to wear when you don't even know who you're going with? I'm afraid of turning into a Promzilla, but it's starting to seem inevitable. I think once I get my date situation out the way, I'm sure I'll simmer down. But then again, I'm scared that if I ask who I want to ask he'll be like...
And I'll be like...
So, I'm faced with #TheStruggle. I'm actually thinking about asking a boy, BUT..
9/23/12
Sunday, September 23, 2012
Throughout my life I've always had to deal with two manifestations of myself. One, a talkative, sarcastic, fun-loving, party girl who likes to test limits. And the second one, an awkward, shy girl who thinks about things like abstract art and universities to apply to. The truth of the matter is that i'm just 16, and no matter how much I wish I wasn't a hot mess, I am. So instead of denying it, I'll embrace it. The best thing I can say is that I don't know who I am, but I have two years to figure it out. So until then..
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