"The 'Perfect' Prom Dress"

is a theory; and not a truth.

After two consecutive nights of intensive dress-excavating, we have found it. Buried in a comfy crevice inbetween Chalan Piao and San Antonio, we have found it. ("It" includes all other stuff: heels, purse, and other initially female shtuff, although those we didn't get at Pena House. Dang those Pena House moforiendly people for providing the island with unique clothing that every one shops for. I have never shopped so much in my life. In truth, I HATE shopping. Let me rephrase that with a synonym or euphemism so I don't feel bad about saying HATE. I receive the toil of shopping with UTMOST ANIMOSITY. That feels better. :)

The dress. Is red. It's not. Like the one in my last blog. But. It's red.

I'll continue this blog later. Gotta go!

And on a sidenote! AP LIT EXAMS WERE TODAY!!! IT WAS FUN!!!!!!! :D:D:D

(That's me being overly optimistic. Is there such a thing?)

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Alright, I'm back. I wanted to say this earlier:

Every expectation I've set lately has been terribly altered for the better. It all started with Mr. Phillips becoming our new AP Biology teacher....

SCENE ONE
Well, the guy has been on the island for near twenty years. He teaches AP Physic, Honors Astronomy, Marine Science, and Marine Biology at our school. Our first AP Bio teacher Mr. Mack had retired in the penultimate-to-the-beginning quarter and left to California leaving us desolate. Mr. Oney, the NMC Bio teacher took his place, then moved to Guam. We were alone in the counselor's office--teacherless--and then Phillips stepped in. So he took in our 6-person AP Bio class with his 3-person AP Physics class. Before that, my grades in the subject had slumped to an all-time low. I had been absent for 5 weeks in the 1st semester and conjured up a terrible knack of just not caring. Phillips has been focusing on gearing us up for the AP Biology Exam (this coming Monday) and me, with my self-perception of unavoidable failure in the test, asked Phillips if I could take the next year and not this year. I couldn't avoid this Exam, so I decided to use this years exam as practice--still emo-ishly* believing that I suck. Since then, I've been studying and studying and learning and learning...and catching up and taking practice tests...and really just enjoying the subject. My scores have gotten better and better. Now what's the catch? My self-perception of my AP Bio suckiness has changed. That is Altered Expectation 1.

SCENE 2
The next altercatable alteration is my change of work pace in my AP Lit class. At the beginning I struggled to keep up with the pace. Now? I'm ahead and rockin' it.... Chyeahh..... :D Where's one of those smiley shades-wearing emoticons when you need it?

SCENE 3
PROM. I planned to NOT go; which by the way carried the corollary of NOT buying a dress, NOR heels, NOR other initially female stuff. Then, I thought that if I were to go, I'd like to go with one of my friends. Then, I thought that if I were to go, I should go with one of my guy friends. Then, I decided not to go, again. All this while, I bestowed upon myself the yen for a traditional prom, where I had a date and all that customary stuff--the stuff that makes girls squeel (except I don't squeel). (I think.) After all that, I came to the conclusion that no one was going to ask me (the traditional way--I had been asked the "Hey, friend, I don't have a date and you don't either--why don't we go together??"-way. It didn't cut it, because it made prom feel like a dance and not a big deal like I'd like it to be. THEN WHAT??? Then, I hear someone wants to ask me. Then, I tell myself I'll say no. Then, he takes his time asking me giving the implication that he wasn't going to. Then, he does. Then, I say affirmative. Then, I get a dress, and heels, and a purse, and other initially female stuff. All this has been so unexpected!!! And you know what? I thought that going with Luis would be strange especially since I haven't talked..to..him..so..much. (Oh, how I can hear the laughter of friends who I've told the straight non-euphemistic truth to.) And then I figure that it'll be strange going with him because he and I aren't very close. And then I talk to him, and he is such a sweet guy. A gentleman, I surmise. He said, "I was talking to Amber about your parents. I was wondering if they would be okay about you going to the prom? I assure you that my intentions are good and that I only want you to have a nice night at the prom." How gentlemanly! I got the opportunity of talking to him at school today; I asked him whether or not he was sure he wanted to go with me (today being his last chance to back out and all). He replied with a "Who wouldn't be?" Awww... I was wrong about thinking that I won't be able to go with one of my guy friends. Luis is a friend--and a guy, to boot! (Given that my dateless chick-friends were asking if I wanted to accompany them!) Wow, I sound mean... But I love you guys. :) Very much.

END SCENE
I'm happy I get to spend time with my MHS homies for prom. I'm going to miss a lot of the seniors. So much. So very much. (Not explicit to MHS) ;)

Everyone had been bugging me to go. Gretchen a little more specific than others ("Rachel, you wh**e! You should go to prom! Go with Fredo! You s**t!") Hahaha, who does not love Gretchen?

I also realized that I have the best parents I could ever have. Mom has been so cool about everything: me going to prom, dress-shopping, my stubborness while dress-shopping. She didn't even, y'know, raise her right-hand pointer finger and tilt her chin into her neck saying foreboding dictations on caution on what I shouldn't do or else she'll shave me into head-hairless frau*. I feel so trusted--oh, how much I lovem.. My dad? Haha! He is sooo cool about it. Right when he heard that I was going to prom, he asked if I had a date. Today, I told him I did, and he went on to ask if he was smart. Why? He wanted to make sure that I wouldn't be caught in a boring conversation. :) How sweet?! Haha. He went on to say that he wants me to go to prom because he never got to enjoy the tradition when he was in high school. He said that as a Youth Congress Senator for Marianas High School, I need to show my face at such events and intermingle with my constituents. (Well, he didn't say it exactly like that.) He also said that he'd like it if I "..carried a 5000-volt taser.." (He said it exactly like that.) I love my dad. And mom! And family! They are pro...and I will miss them sooo incredibly much when I go off to college.

That's all for now. I think Luis and I are going to Java Joe's tomorrow night to talk. You know? To break the ice before prom. No boring conversations, as dad put it? Or I don't know... But, he's a sweet guy and a gentleman so I'm happy. (And I've got almost the whole enchilada of MHS friends going to prom to save me out of any sticky situation that will arise. That also equates to about 10 or so emergency rides home. Out of the 10, around 4 absolutely "I'm down for you, Rach" ones.)

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*emo-ishly: (scene one) "ishly" with another added to it equates to "shilly" or "silly" with a mixed in "shitty" with correlates to "emo" which really is "emotional"; all this leading to the deduction that "emo-ishly" is an adjective of silly emotional shit (sorry for vulgar language, but true)
*frau: (end scene, paragraph 3) german word for "woman"