Showing posts with label dances. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dances. Show all posts
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Friday, March 30, 2012
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
"pity" party?
you might ask what is a "pity" party?
well it would just be a group of girls getting together the night of a high school dance, to do something fun. because in all honesty they're trying to not dwell on the fact that they didn't get asked. and that they aren't dressed up in a pretty dress. and dancing with a boy. or being where the whole student body is really.
sweethearts is next saturday.
wanna know how many "pity" parties i have been invited to?
three.
now i have to sit and decide if i should go to the vow, or watch pride and prejudice, or go out to eat.
they all sound fun.
but,
why do girls feel like we need to have "pity" parties?
it's a concept i haven't fully grasped.
why can't we just go out and have fun to have fun?
why do we have to say. "hey have you been asked to sweethearts? cause if you haven't me and a bunch of other girls are going to watch chick flicks and eat junk food, wanna come?"
don't get me wrong i have nothing against these "pity" parties. really i don't.
i enjoy them. because it's nice to do something, instead of sit at home by yourself, wishing you where at the dance.
i just want to know why they have to be "pity" parties. it sounds so... pathetic.
can we just say we're having a girls night? or a night out on the town? something that doesn't make us sound so.... loserish...?
but hey it's almost valentines day. and we're all in misery.
p.s. i'm really sorry if you love valentines day. i don't mean to rant and rave on it. but i just don't like it. and if you like it. good for you. i won't think any less of you. (: so don't think less of me that i loath it.
also...
is anyone even going to this dance? cause i personally only know three people who are...
Saturday, November 5, 2011
you bloomin' idiot!!
we ask people to dances. we have some complications. it's okay (:
it all started out at the olive garden with my best friend and her parents. (i'm their second daughter, it's okay) and we decide to ask some gentleman to preference. so we brainstorm all dinner trying to figure out how to ask, because we live in utah, and we have to ask some creative way. finally we came to an answer thanks to kylee.
the saying: Don't be a bloomin' idiot! will you go to preference with me?
delivered with: flowers with rolls of paper on the steams one with our name on it.. the others saying stuff like
- nope
- keep going
- isn't this fun
- warmer
-warmest
- cold
-frigid
- idiot
(you get the picture)
the next part of the story is when things get a little complicated. the asking. and let's be real every time you ask someone to a dance something goes wrong. it's a given!
so starting at the first gentlemans house, kins and i had an argument on which house was his. ( i was right.. just saying..) so tori and i get out, and slowly walk up to his porch, i lay the stuff on his porch as tori dings the door bell. then we take off running. we both literally dived into kinsey's car! as tori yells "my phone!!!!!" and kins hits the gas and we book it out of there! we get to safety and we realize tori's phone is still laying outside of this boys house. so many emotions flew during these moments
- kinsey: on the verge of tears, she thought for sure she had run the thing over in our great escape, or that the car now pulling out of his driveway was to hit it if she already hadn't.
-tori: just repeating to herself "i'm an idiot!" "it's okay, i'm not worried about it.." "i'm an idiot!"
- then there is me: i'm in the back seat. laughing so hard i'm almost throwing up!
don't worry we rescued the phone, and it was not run over!
then onto gentleman number two, once again tori and i exit kinsey's car, and walk up to his porch. i rang the bell this time. and we took off running. don't worry i almost face planted it. and looking back on it. if i hadn't caught my balance, i could more than likely have a busted nose, and missing teeth. this is no exaggeration. other than that.. nothing to epic happened at gentleman number two's house.
and last but not least, gentleman the third. we get to his house, and well, tori and i decide, shoes off this time. or we really might face plant it. so we get all situated, and get out of the car. we take about two steps, and then at the same time kinsey (who is still in the car) and i see the person threw the window at the same time. the next few minutes consisted of screaming, jumping back in the car. and speeding out of there. don't worry we returned and took care of business, tori and i ran like mad woman down his semi sloped driveway. i literally dove into kinsey's car.. hahaa
i would pay big money to have watched our faces on this lovely night!
i haven't laughed so hard in a long time.
my tummy still aches from the laughter, it's not a big deal. (:
thanks kins and tori.
i needed that in my life (:
Sunday, September 11, 2011
l.a.k.e. p.o.w.e.l.l.
lake powell (:
heaven on earth. enough said.
highlights from this trip..
- a boat full of attractive boys waved to me and said hi.. about four times.
- running out of gas on enzo.. kameo had to swim to the houseboat to fetch the jet ski and tow us in
- killing a rattle snake.
- toad hunting every night ( i am so proud of myself! i wasn't even scared to catch it! )
- letting a toad loose in the houseboat.. PRICELESS
- lewis and clark expedition up face canyon
- SURFING of course (:
- i got bit by a fish.. not a lie.. danny got bit by one too. i'm not making this up!
- got a nice tan.
- getting rained on in the middle of the night, soaking all our sleeping gear.
- attempting family pictures..
- eating way more food than any human should ever have to eat.
- making new friends
- riding a tube for the first time in like a year.. (epic fail)
- wearing my sexy orange life jacket. just cause i can (:
great trip (:
lake powell you are missed. see ya next year (:
ohh and i got asked to homecoming on this rainy night (: just thought you should all know (: woot woot! can't wait!
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