picture that

cleaning my room i found my prom picture from last year. it's just weird, the first memory that came to my mind because of it wasn't even from prom night - but rather a memory from another night after a dance, where instead of smiling i spent it crying on the stairs and wiping away makeup.

it's okay. i didn't like those prom pictures anyway.

strange that such sadness was the only way i could feel real peace.

i'm plannin' on going to the next girl's choice dance {possibly}. i'm excited. definitely won't be as much emotional baggage. after all. it's high school.

let's live it up.

{post script: i just spent the last hour writing this post. i edited a lot out. i know. i'm pathetic.}

the honest-to-goodness-truth.

{post post script: halle, aaron and meg are sleeping over tonight. i'm in baby heaven. i only have to hold her when she's happy. it's the best. not to mention ultimate foosball tournaments with aaron where i......dont...dominate. hm.}