Dear Heart,
Why him? I'm sorry.

Dear Head,
You were right.

Here We Go Again...

Talk of dresses, shoes, hair and boys float in the hallways, classrooms, and everywhere you turn. It's that time of the year when girls gossip more than is average, and secrets are kept. Boys go into planning mode, possibly the only time of year they do.
It's Prom Season.

I've come to find girls separate into 4 distinct groups when prom comes around.

1. The Expectors.
These are the girls that will get asked. No matter what. Everyone knows they will get asked. It's expected. Even the girl in question expects it.

2. The Haters.
The girls who don't get asked, and whine about it. All the time. They get mad at everyone who gets asked, and are bitter about it for the rest of the year. And probably the rest of their lives.

3. The Girlfriends.
The girls who have a man. They don't have to stress about boys asking, or about answering in some ridiculous cute way.  They will most likely go to prom. Unless they don't want too. That's fine too.

4. The Rest of Us Ladies.
We are the ones that hope to get asked, but it's fine if we don't. It is accepted that we probably won't, and it's fine. It's not the end of the world. Life goes on. If we do get asked, it's a pleasant surprise to make a wonderful day.

I've also found that prom is slightly over-rated. It's fine.

Oh, can I also add one more thing? This is my 100th post. Yay!

Hope is a Dangerous Thing

There's different kinds of hope.

There's the kind that doesn't matter much, like hoping for sunshine the next day instead of rain, and there's the kind that seems to be the most important thing in the world. I have a promblem with the second kind.

Sometimes hope gets the best of me.
You see, when I hope, and that hope gets crushed, I become a wreck. It's happened before, and I know it will happen again. Except for some reason I just can't stop it. No matter how much I tell myself no, I will always keeping hoping.
(I keep hoping for him, but that's beside the point--You see? I'm just setting myself up for disappointment. Again. I seem to be fairly excellent at that.)

Day 30: One Last Moment...

Wow.

I can't believe I actually finished a challenge that took this long. Yes, it did take me longer than 30 days. Way longer than 30 days, except it's fine. Because I actually finished it.

And I feel accomplished.

Day 29: I Would Like To Think So...

I would like to think I know what I want in life.
Except I don't.
At least nothing is set in stone, nothing is absolutely positively something I want so much I would do anything for it.
I don't know where I want to go to college. I don't know what I want my career to be. I don't know where I want to live. I don't know what I want my future to be like.
All I know  is this....
The only thing I know I for sure want is to 
F a l l  I n  L o v e.

Day 28: Something I Happen to Miss

Being a kid.

Where nothing went wrong and everything was like a fairytale.

Day 27: I'd Like to Be There

That place between sleep and reality,

where you aren't really dreaming, yet you are at the same time.

It's that time of night where you feel like you are drifting,

& you are.

Drifting on the edge of consciousness,

waiting for sleep to overtake you.

It's times like this when you dream up crazy ideas,

& things you wish could-or would-happen.

It's the greatest time of night.

Everything happens perfectly in your mind,

& for once you are at peace.

Everything is perfect there.

That's why it's my favorite place.



Day 26: Fear

I have a lot of fears.

Some are unrealistic like:
-falling to my death out of a plane.
-jumping on a trampoline and never coming back down.
-falling in a hole and coming out in China or some other foreign country.
-being forced onto a parachute and having a bird of extremely large size swooping down and eating the parachute. And me falling to my death.
-the thoughts from my dreams coming alive.

Some are very realistic like:
-being kidnapped.
-walking alone in the dark.
-falling off a cliff.
-plane rides (see the first dash of unrealistic fears.)
-spiders.
-never falling in love.
-falling to my death.
-dementors. (good thing I can cast a Patronus charm.)
-oh did I mention falling to my death? And heights in general?

Day 25: The Silver Car

The first time I drove to school.

It was a day like any other,

It was yesterday.

I received the privilege to take the car to school.

All day.

And I got to do it again today.

It was lovely.

(P.S. I know that story was lame, but I didn't know what to write about. I was at a loss. Because I figured 'the first time I rode a bike' or 'the first time I think I fell in love' was too often used. And slightly cliche. It's fine my story is lame.)

Day 24: Those Things That Just Might Cause Tears

I might have cried because of a lie. 

I might have cried becaue of a boy.

I might have cried because I thought I knew that person.

I might have cried because I didn't say what I should have said.

I might have cried because I was scared.

I might have cried because I was happy.

I might have cried 'happy tears' because life was perfect for moment.

I might have cried because I put too much faith in people.

I might have cried because seeing the best in people doesn't always work out.

I might have cried because I realize it is time to move on.

I might have cried just because.