Sometimes I think too hard.

[godream]

It's kind of funny the things I stress about.

So I've been spazzing about the five million things to do before prom -- as mentioned, the limo is more or less under control at this point. Nails are good to go, hair is iffy. (I have a choice between a 1:30 appointment, meaning I miss last block, which I'm not sure I can get away with want to do, or a 3:30 45 minutes away, meaning I get back home at 5:15 at best and then get dressed and stuff in total panic fast mode. I'm leaning toward the latter, kind of, but it's probably bad that I don't know for certain.
So then there's flowers, right? My mother (aka social planner) reminded me I need to order a boutonniere (the spelling of which I had to look up -- stupid French words) for That Guy. (My mom is now the prom pro, having totally run the show for me and my sibs last year and doing the same again this year. She's the best mommy in the world. -- Oddly, there will be three kids from my family at senior prom this year, which I think will be read as "yay formal dress photo opportunity!" by the parentals. Uhoh.) Anyways. According to the social whatevers of prom, this is supposed to match my corsage, right? So I'm trying to come up with some way to bring this up, because somehow I think it's an absolutely huge deal that I have to be subtle about or something? And at some level I'm totally panicking. I don't know. My brain works weird; see subject line. Please stifle your mocking laughter.
So finally I give up on trying to plot a way to "naturally" mention the subject or whatever, right, and just bring it up outright already. We work it out, and he says his mom's been nagging him to ask about dress color, which makes me laugh because I'm at the same place in reverse, or something. I say I think my position's harder, seeing as all guys have to do is ask, whereas girls have to come up with some way to *get* them to ask.
No, you can just say it, he tells me.
What, 'oh, and by the way, my dress is purple, just in case you might happen to be wondering for some reason?' I ask.
No, he says, what you say is: my dress is purple, now buy me flowers, b****.

Okay, maybe you had to be there. *I* thought it was pretty amusing.

Seven days of school left -- and that's counting the cruise and senior seminar day and senior skip day, and the MCAS days. It's very weird and also kind of creepy. The building's going to get knocked down, and we can't come back, and our bridges are ashes behind us or whatever.

And shoot, I'm missing Smallville! *runs away*

Comments

[minttown1.livejournal.com]

No, he says, what you say is: my dress is purple, now buy me flowers, b****
Trust me, it's amusing even if you weren't there. :D

[merulina.livejournal.com]

Everything will work out. Prom should not be this stressful, because it's supposed to be fun! It's about enjoying one of your final nights with your friends as a senior, not about stressing over boutonnieres (a word that I also cannot spell). I know that it doesn't seem that you can relax though. I only tell you this because I wish someone had told me at my prom time. I stressed a lot, and it turned out just fine.

[godream.livejournal.com]

I know -- I'm un-stressed now, 'cept maybe for the hair thing. Actually that conversation kinda made me decompress, realize that no, I shouldn't be spazzing: it's funny, and that's okay. *g* Thanks.

[wishiwereemo.livejournal.com]

i feel your pain. the way i did it was "what color boutonierre should i get?" i thought that asking this would spark a "oh, well what color corsage?" but unfortunately boys don't tend to know what "boutonierre" means. more people should speak french.

i have to find out if he even bought the tickets! ahhhh.

[godream.livejournal.com]

boys don't tend to know what "boutonierre" means
ha! Well, see, now you know: evidently boys just want us to be blunt. Go figure. :P

Don't they stop selling tickets tomorrow? Better whip him into shape quickly... Do I know who your "he" is?

[wishiwereemo.livejournal.com]

i don't know... sam sundborg. unfortunately, i feel sorta awkward calling him and being like "buy the tickets yet b****?" etc. haha, let us hope he bought them/is planning to buy them.