Sounds Like My Prom Night...

Let's discuss that I want to go back to prom. My brother's prom is coming up, and it's that time of year again, when facebook is perpetually bombarding me with photos of high-school girls donning fake tans, curly up-dos, and dresses that are far too slutty for anyone but cheap strippers. And I am sick...because I want to go back to prom, as it was SUPER fun. Honestly, I thought the pre-prom pictures were always the best. It was like being a princess, where you really couldn't look unphotogenic because you were dressed to the nines! And if your dress didn't come off the "little hookers" line, it was very elegant. Soon, I'm going to take pictures of my brother and his date, and be rather jealous of all the fun they're going to have.

I think it really goes back to me feeling old. Let's discuss that I'm not old, but I feel it when I see high school-ers going to prom. Having gone to two myself, I loved wearing the dress and getting all dolled up! Sadly, those prom days are probably the only two days I'll ever wear such a fancy dress that I chose myself (unless I get married, but even then the color of the dress is pretty standard). So let's celebrate the magic of prom!!

Here are some awkward prom pics from the 90s!

Mario Kart and Life

So, to celebrate the end of sophomore year, the halfway point in college, I played a little Mario Kart with my floor. Let's discuss the wonder that is Mario Kart and the individual transformation that takes place when the controller gets in my hands...

For starters, the swear words practically fly out of my mouth like a fighter jet on crack. My volume intensifies by probably 100 decibels, and I get so enthusiastic that my leg shakes to get out all my excess energy. I become extremely intense, and move my controller along with my player as if by turning it to the right, my character will make a sharper right turn.

Sounds cool, right? WRONG!! It would be cool, if I had actual skills at Mario Kart, but I am absolutely horrendous. Seriously...worse than Princess Beatrice's fashion sense. As offensive as it sounds, I embody all women drivers stereotypes when I play Mario Kart. On the Rainbow Road course, I legitimately fell off the road 30 times, and I didn't even make it all three laps because I got last place and the game stopped prematurely. It was a magical mess.

The times have really changed because I remember I was awesome at Mario Kart for N64. Put the same game in cube form, and nothing is the same. It's like a metaphor for life: when you try something new, you regress before you progress. It's a lesson in structural unemployment. When you know old technology, sometimes the economy demands you learn something new.

So the game was fun, but after all last place finishes and a sore thumb, I realize that it's not all about winning. It's about yelling and swearing when you fall off the road and into the burning lava.

Newly Found Wonder

Let's discuss the magic of bag sales. You pay a flat rate for a bag, and then  proceed to fill the bag to the max with anything and everything you could possibly ever want or need. I recently attended one of these bag sales, and for the mere price of $2 bought a deck of cards, a few ugly sweaters (I am SO ready for a tacky Christmas sweater party!!), birthday cards, a Disney Princess phone, rulers, and 2 belts. I would say that the experience of rummaging through a 1980s-1990s grandmother's closet is, in itself, worth the money. But no, I got to keep the wonders I could pile in the bag!! What a great day, right?

I sincerely appreciated this awesome event, and wanted to recommend bag sales/rummage sales to anyone while discussing their greatness. All I can say is: I am a huge fan.