Big topics for everyone to bring up in conversation with anyone in my grade right now seems to be prom and college. “Are you ready for prom? Who are you going with?” and “Are you ready for college? Where are you going?”. Since I can’t answer either of the second halves of those questions, I usually answer “no” for the first. I might start answering differently about the prom one though. Just say a friend or something. It seems to make people feel uncomfortable like they don’t know what to say. Like then they can’t brag about how awesome their date is. So then they start brainstorming all the guys we know in common that they can suggest. When I get sick of that, I bring up how awesome my dress is and how it’ll all work out, not to worry. That usually does the trick. The prom date search- it’s kickin’. I have a few prospects. The guy I was hoping would be a safety, you know the under the radar cute guy, well some junior snagged him up so he’ll probably take her. There’s another that’s a possibility- but he has his group and I have mine; coordinating groups could be a hassle. I’d prefer someone who would just be flexible to do what I want to do. Another possibility but it could be weird because we don’t know each other that well even though we have friends in common. Damnit original date who had to go and be a dick. Why couldn’t you have just left me alone to begin with and I wouldn’t be in this predicament. Anyway. On the college front, I convinced my dad that it was to behoove me for us to go up to Richmond this weekend to check out the university. I was accepted, which I am told is a great accomplishment. He doesn’t want me to go because it’s so far, and I won’t be able to come home on a whim. I have good reason to believe, however, that my financial aid package, whenever it does come in, will be filled with a grand sum of money surprise! :) If that’s the case, flying home wouldn’t be thaaaat difficult, right? Another reason my dad doesn’t want to go up there is that it was rated as one of the prettiest campuses in the US. He’s afraid I’ll fall in love with it and either be disappointed when I can’t go at all or want to go there regardless of if I can come home or not and then he’ll lose me. I think we should cross that bridge when we come to it. I just know that I’ll never know if it’s right for me if I don’t go. And I have about two more weeks to make this decision. So here we go.
