NaBloPoMo Day Eighteen: Miss Independent

Last night, I went to my first prom, ever. And let me tell you one thing. I am so glad I went, because I genuinely had a good time. Much better than I expected, I guess. I was expecting some massive prom massacre like you always see in the movies. Someone spills spiked fruit punch down my beautiful blue dress or I get tangled up in the balloons and everything comes crashing to the ground, something like that. Nothing so interesting or disastrous.

In fact, it was actually one of the best school-related functions of my life. You can blame the happy super-crush adrenaline. Or the Mimi curls I wore, and the Alice in Wonderland dress. Or you can just blame Andy and his extra movie ticket. Damn you, Andy! Damn you for being nice and sweet and taking me to the Iron Man! And damn you for holding my hand! And damn you for letting me rest my head on your shoulder! Blaaargh!

(oops.)

The prom was fun. I'll admit it. I had fun. And I never thought I'd be one of those girls who... um... goes to prom. I kind of thought I'd be more the type to stay home and pretend to feel tipsy, instead. But I went and it was fun. Kyler looked very suave in his suit. Andy wore a nice suit jacket, that smelled awesome, as I found out firsthand. Matt and Gabby looked perfectly perfect in their basically matching fashions. Markie was gorgeous, as always, and her little will-they-won't-they "friend" Lucas looked... better than I thought he would. I expected him to wear the same thing as Andy. Dobbl looked very Hollywood glamorous, and even though she left early, I think she at least sometimes had a good time. I hope.

What else can I say?

The Ex-Boyfriend has been clinching in on my nerves in such a way that I almost wish nothing had ever happened. This is not simple. He's not making it simple. I'm probably "too independent," but I just can't help it. His and my relationship was flushing itself down the toilet. It wasn't fun anymore, it was work, and I don't want to be having that kind of relationship right now. There were a few times lately where I looked at my parents' marriage self-help books and honestly thought, maybe I should give those a look-over. And that shouldn't be the case.

But he still texts me with all his complaints, that he can't get a ride home from work, that he has nothing to do, and I don't know what he wants me to say. I already promised myself that I wasn't going to take him back so soon.

I have a lot of living to do, and he expects me to promise all of that living to him.