End of high school, rite of passage thingy.
The end of that quote is "Think cotillion with spiked punch and the electric slide." I don't know who said it.
This last weekend was my daughter's junior prom. Actually, it was her friend's junior prom. And if I say so, myself, she was beautiful. She damn well, should have looked beautiful after all the money spent on hair, jewelry, shoes, and having her make-up professionally done. At least we had bought the dress last year, and I didn't have to put the money out for that.
I went to my junior prom with Ricky Sian. He was an hour and a half late, and when we got to the prom, one of his close friends, a chick named Kim, spent the rest of the evening telling me how this was really all a joke, and the only reason he came and picked me up was because his brother made him. And how could I possibly expect anyone to want to go out with me. Blah, blah, blah. By the end of the dance, I was in tears, and went home.
I went stag to my senior prom.
Knitting Content...
I bought a pattern for ballet type slippers the other night. It wasn't much, and it was delivered via email, so that was cool. The not cool thing is that 1. I can't seem to get gauge with any of the cotton yarn I have, and 2) they were coming out huge!!! The pattern seems a little off, and I am sure that I can fix it to my liking if I could just get one knit. It's just that when things don't seem to be working out the way I expect them to, I get extremely frustrated.
It's Been Awhile from the album "Break the Cycle" by Staind
This last weekend was my daughter's junior prom. Actually, it was her friend's junior prom. And if I say so, myself, she was beautiful. She damn well, should have looked beautiful after all the money spent on hair, jewelry, shoes, and having her make-up professionally done. At least we had bought the dress last year, and I didn't have to put the money out for that.
I went to my junior prom with Ricky Sian. He was an hour and a half late, and when we got to the prom, one of his close friends, a chick named Kim, spent the rest of the evening telling me how this was really all a joke, and the only reason he came and picked me up was because his brother made him. And how could I possibly expect anyone to want to go out with me. Blah, blah, blah. By the end of the dance, I was in tears, and went home.
I went stag to my senior prom.
Knitting Content...
I bought a pattern for ballet type slippers the other night. It wasn't much, and it was delivered via email, so that was cool. The not cool thing is that 1. I can't seem to get gauge with any of the cotton yarn I have, and 2) they were coming out huge!!! The pattern seems a little off, and I am sure that I can fix it to my liking if I could just get one knit. It's just that when things don't seem to be working out the way I expect them to, I get extremely frustrated.
It's Been Awhile from the album "Break the Cycle" by Staind
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