Sleepy Lizzy.
May. 14th, 2004 05:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hopefulnebulaOK. It's the day before my high school graduation, so today was the dress rehearsal. I use "dress" loosely as the "WHITE!" dresses we'll all be wearing under our gowns tomorrow were the only things we didn't have to wear today. Today was caps, gowns, and white shoes with closed toes (so our venomous principal could inspect them and make sure they were white). We even had it outdoors so we'd get used to the space. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
The first set of pantyhose (and who thought up the word pantyhose anyway?) we bought with my dress. Long story short, they were too small. And I'd only tried them on last night, so my mom and I spent twenty minutes fighting over which size to buy in the grocery this morning. HOW does she expect me to fit into the "full figure" ones that are made for people who are 5'6" and weigh 180 pounds? That's only about 70 pounds and 6 inches off. So we ended up eventually buying the right kind and moving on. After my mom comes in to look at the place (somehow we ended up in charge of having this professionally taped) so we can tell the video folks whether to bring one or two cameras. So the principal then yells at her for something that a) hasn't happened yet and b) is beyond her control, and then at me for something I didn't do-- par for the course. And when I say "yells" I'm not speaking figuratively.
So the processional takes about ten minutes on slippery, spongy ground (it snowed all Wednesday and rained all yesterday but was sunny today and should be sunny tomorrow) and we all sit and stand quite a lot. We go through the basic motions, take a few photos, and everyone scatters for photos. Now at this point I need to a) pick my picture order form up from the HS building, b) have my solo pics taken, and c) practice my speech for the college counselors. All supposed to be done at more or less the same time. So I do them in reverse order, and wow them with my speech. Every one of them said "Wow. You practiced a lot." Erm... yeah. Was that a compliment?
So after that, I end up further alienating myself from Nichole-- one more totally stupid little think I do that she takes offense at. I keep forgeting she's touchy about the smallest things.
Then Mom and I go to lunch and a haircut, and the hairdresser (also an old friend) gives me highlights as a grad present. They look pretty cool. They kinda made going there worth it... I hate salons. Just too much ambient noise.
I spent the rest of the afternoon throwing out the weeds my father pulled, vacuuming the stairs that nobody will walk on tomorrow, and other chores. And my feet still hate me.
And I'm going to say my mood is "cranky" in honor of my most recent entry. Just want to see what it's like.
The first set of pantyhose (and who thought up the word pantyhose anyway?) we bought with my dress. Long story short, they were too small. And I'd only tried them on last night, so my mom and I spent twenty minutes fighting over which size to buy in the grocery this morning. HOW does she expect me to fit into the "full figure" ones that are made for people who are 5'6" and weigh 180 pounds? That's only about 70 pounds and 6 inches off. So we ended up eventually buying the right kind and moving on. After my mom comes in to look at the place (somehow we ended up in charge of having this professionally taped) so we can tell the video folks whether to bring one or two cameras. So the principal then yells at her for something that a) hasn't happened yet and b) is beyond her control, and then at me for something I didn't do-- par for the course. And when I say "yells" I'm not speaking figuratively.
So the processional takes about ten minutes on slippery, spongy ground (it snowed all Wednesday and rained all yesterday but was sunny today and should be sunny tomorrow) and we all sit and stand quite a lot. We go through the basic motions, take a few photos, and everyone scatters for photos. Now at this point I need to a) pick my picture order form up from the HS building, b) have my solo pics taken, and c) practice my speech for the college counselors. All supposed to be done at more or less the same time. So I do them in reverse order, and wow them with my speech. Every one of them said "Wow. You practiced a lot." Erm... yeah. Was that a compliment?
So after that, I end up further alienating myself from Nichole-- one more totally stupid little think I do that she takes offense at. I keep forgeting she's touchy about the smallest things.
Then Mom and I go to lunch and a haircut, and the hairdresser (also an old friend) gives me highlights as a grad present. They look pretty cool. They kinda made going there worth it... I hate salons. Just too much ambient noise.
I spent the rest of the afternoon throwing out the weeds my father pulled, vacuuming the stairs that nobody will walk on tomorrow, and other chores. And my feet still hate me.
And I'm going to say my mood is "cranky" in honor of my most recent entry. Just want to see what it's like.
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Date: 2004-05-15 04:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-15 06:19 pm (UTC)mucky ucky ground. Not a good mix!
However, I bet those highlights you got totally ROCK!
Good Luck! :D
*hugs*
Good luck
Date: 2004-05-18 07:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-19 02:21 am (UTC)Heh.
Date: 2004-05-19 02:22 am (UTC)