The Blog Entry 'o' Venting.

Okay.  I admit this: I am a spaz.  If you know me at ALL, you know at least that much.  So it's five entire hours before the Sadie Hawkins' Dance, and I've already been freaking out since noon.  Hahah.

The skirt and dress has been banned by the parents.  >.>;  I lost all my nice attire besides that since the move from San Jose (God knows how I've been searching) so right now on my hands I have a white/blue dress shirt and normal black pants.  But I wear this type of clothes to school all the time, so I feel SO funky about wearing this in which everyone else will be wearing the little black dress and strapless stuff.  I've been daydreaming about getting turned away at the door and Phuc and me have to sit at the curb for three hours until my parents come to get me and I will lie about having a great time dancing.    I'm trying to disguise it with awesome kick-ass hair (::cough:: that's a laugh coming from me, so not going to achieve that) and random whatnot to the effect of "I look less crappy than you think I do."  OH GOD WHAT DO I WEAARRRR

I've been stressing (as you might be able to tell), and the weirdest form of stress relief has hit me -- deep breaths and telling myself that I am the next American Idol with a very booming Ryan Seacrest-like voice.

I may or may not blog about the dance later this evening.

Good day to you all.