Prom is still highschool. It’s just the same people wearing nicer clothes


“My sleeping habits are so screwed” -was the first line I texted my best friend when I realized to my disbelief it wasn’t morning yet.. Lock in, after prom was until 3 am Sunday and I laid with my eyes closed afterwards until I “woke up” at 7:45 this morning. I feel like I never hit a deep sleep though, and the only good result was to my mother’s pleasure I was easily up for 9 am mass. Groggily sitting through mass was difficult, so I slept once I got home at 11-until 4. Nobody was home because of the traditional Sunday AYSO soccer games, even on Mother’s Day. When I woke up, I found out we were going to Red Lobster, to my surprise, and stayed awake until we got home at 8. I’m not sure if it’s because I inhaled a feast of crab legs and coconut shrimp, but I was so completely exhausted when we got home. Not to mention cold and achy. I know this makes the aftermath of prom sound like a marathon, it really is. So I slept from 8-11:30. And I could have sworn it was at least 6 am. What am I supposed to do when my whole family is in bed? And I’m supposed to be quiet? I’ve kind of figured out a list.. but tomorrow is going to be hell-ish if I can’t even sleep until 3am again.

1) Blog -gasp- hahaha

2) Read my English homework. I mean everyone wants to read To Kill A Mockingbird at 12am.. I planned on saving it for tomorrow morning since I now don’t have to report to school until 12:30, but might as well eliminate that plan.

3) Fill out scholarships. As thrilled as I am to go to Canisius, did I mention how much money, which is completely beyond my understanding haha, that this school costs? It’s kinda gross.

Hopefully this all wears me out. I’ve already felt the obnoxious sleep deprived results of this and I can reassure you it’s not going to be pretty. I spilled grape juice all over my mother’s antique cabinet (nothing says Happy Mother’s Day better!), my feet, and the floor.. while trying to plug in the laptop cord. I then spelled my brother’s password wrong so I decided to be that evil sister that wakes him up to find out what he changed it to, but he didn’t change it. So if I ever sleep tonight without him returning the favor of me disturbing his peace, I’ll be shocked. He wasn’t happy..

My eyes feel like they’ve been stabbed, but that could absolutely be because I took out my contacts pre-lock in while wearing fake nails. I ripped those off my the end of the night, but I have battle scars!

Ugh. It takes so much to look fabulous. I didn’t even describe the 5 inch heels, spray tanning “incident” (I became blochy, but this was fixed pre prom), and eye brow waxing gone bad that were equally painful.

I suppose if these are my biggest issues, life is fabulous. I pretty much completely agree. Prom was fun, but as I told my mom when I got home from it

Prom is still highschool. It’s just the same people wearing nicer clothes.

And did I mention I want to graduate?

Xoxo,

Allison

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Pink power ranger pajamas and the fashion capital of the world.


When I write a blog, I cant start with a title. My blogs are from my heart, when I rant? I don’t know where I’m going to go with it until I’m done. I don’t know how people do that.

Anyways, to start, I have to say I wore a cute casual outfit today. It was dark slim boot jeans, riding style boots, a white camisole, and a coral and black polka dotted cardigan.

This is the cardigan from papaya, except mine is not blueeee.

Guess where the boots are from? I love this game.

K-mart.

ūüôā tehehe. They’re currently on sale for $12 and change, so if you feel the urge to get them in different colors, I understand.

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Oh, this is Owen. The only man I need in my life, aka my little brother. He gives fabulous kisses, and has good taste in polos. He learns from the best!

Last night Owen and I were doing homework on my bed.. taking videos on the webcam and eating m&ms I mean, and I was thinking about how next year I won’t have a study buddy.. not one that makes buzzer noises when I say the wrong vocab answers and shares a love for ribbon covered headbands. Yeah, Owens is a smidge¬†effeminate¬†for the average male 2 year old, but Andrew is 14 and perfectly straight, and his favorite pajamas were the pink poweranger ones.

I’m sure he’ll appreciate that being on here.. Oops.

Whatever, speaking of pink.. I changed the format of the blog to pink and pretty! ¬†I did it in honor of my last post, pink money, but I talk about pink enough in all of my posts that I think I’ll just keep it there anyways.

I never ended up applying for scholarships last night. Homework takes over my life… the fact that I’m posting right now is completely against my maintaining a 4.0, but my sanity relies on venting and talking fashion with all of you, so it’ll get done later. ¬†After all, the Kmart¬†clientele doesn’t exactly give me my dose of fashion each day and I work at 5.

I wanted to go to a Masquerade ball tomorrow night, to meet my one true love. It’s totally part of my life plan -sarcasm- but that fell through, I have to work and apparently you don’t wear dresses. Just tacky masks. ¬†I’m working this week more than usual, and I hope it pays off.. because one of my friends asked me to go with her to the city for a day over my high school spring break and I need to shop. That would require missing a day of classes in college, which I haven’t done all semester.. but I need a break.

I wish my professor would make an exception for such incidents involving the fashion capital of the world.

The good news is, my mom might. It’s up to me in the end, if I want to go, she said. I am the one that has to make up the work, and I am the one drilling myself for a perfect 4.0 this semester, on top of last.. so I can choose if I’m going.

I just want to live and breath fashion lately. I have to pinch myself to stay awake during Government and I’m really good in history. I just have to make it until June. Why couldn’t¬†college¬†end in June and high school end in May?

I’m sick of the people from both places, but at least I could focus on what I consider more important if highschool were out of the way.

I suppose that’s what next year is for.. Oh well. I never played by the rules anyways.

Love,

Allison

Don’t play by the rules, successful people think for themselves.

Smart stylish people should get snow days too.


This morning I was woken up to the sound of my mother. “Do you have college?” she asked..

Uh.

I’m a partial zombie, it’s 8:37 in the morning. How the hell should I know?

(Btw, if you ever get the urge to google sleeping zombie girl, so you can put a picture in your blog? Don’t. You might get nightmares)

Once reality set in approximately ten minutes later, I decided I should find out if there was college due to the fact I have a 9:30 class, and it is extremely apparent if you have a scummy day in fashion classes.

I can’t even remember what I was wearing..

Jeans? Yeah. And a blue and white stripey shirt. It was cute, simple. I looked tan, but I was still burnt. I couldn’t bring myself to try too hard. I had a snow day for highschool, but God forbid you go to college, Smart people? They can go get stuck in a snow bank because it doesn’t really matter if they survive.. No snow days for them. Yeah. Explain that logic?

Anyways, there was college, and I got through it.. barely. Sushi for lunch, lounging the rest of the day. I should be studying, but I’m having a mental block. I don’t feel like doing anything.

Wow. That has to be the lamest blog post everrr.

Sorry guys ‚̧ but after missing yesterday I knew I owed you something.

Inspire me? OH INSPIRATION!

I got my fortune cookie today at the Japanese/Chinese place:

PROVE IT WRONG.

Hahhaha. No, actually..my fortune said “Minutes are worth more than money, spend them wisely.” So I don’t know if I’m going to die soon? I’m hoping not, but I decided not to go tanning today therefore hopefully I won’t die of skin cancer.

Night Preppies!

Allison