Who wants to be my prom date? Now accepting applications . . .

( This blog post may be uninteresting to you at first, but I encourage you to keep going because it really does get better. . . The real post is at the end. I won't judge you too much if you just skip to it. )

I'd like you all to know that I chose not to write anything to post the past 4 days.

" But, Megan, choosing to be lazy doesn't make you any less lazy . . . In fact. . . it kind of makes you more lazy . . . "

Yeah, well. . . "shut up". 

Anyway . . . 

I bought a prom dress yesterday. It's quite pretty. I like it a lot. Yep. 

I was going to post a picture of it, but I think I'd rather just let you all live in suspense instead .

Anyway, I bought a prom dress, and then I realized I didn't have a prom date. hmmmmmm . . . 

I'll be attending two different proms. The prom for my own school and the prom for the school district in which I live. I wouldn't be at all surprised if my prom turns out to be a non-date prom. I mean, I'd be open to a date, but it's probably not the type of prom where you have to have a date and are expected to . . . 

The prom for my district, however, I will need a date for. 1) It is the kind of prom where you're expected to have a date; and 2) I'm not a student there, so I'm not really supposed to be there in the first place and therefore must be someone's outside date or they will make me stand outside alone . . .

So, I'll need a date. But not just anyone will do. I'm quite picky. So, I've made an application. I wish you all the best of luck.

Link to PDF [the application itself is the main part of the post, so DO read it...] :
Prom Date Application

I think on a scale of...

So, I totally stole this from my friend Emmie:
Nyesh Nyesh Indeed: I Think on a Scale from -1 to Cat

When I saw that post from her, I loved it. It also, however, made me realize that my own spectrum of thought made about as much sense as hers did.

So, I've decided to make for you all, my own rating system.

Anything to the left of "6", would be similar to a normal person's negative numbers. Anything to the right of "6", would be similar to positive numbers.
... I've got mixed feelings about the number 6...
I don't trust it.


I have been known to answer the question "How was your day?", with "yummy".

A True Story:

So, um.
Today.
In the car.
Emmie and I were sitting there talking as we usually do on the car ride home (mostly nonsense of course).
And suddenly.
I had a panic attack.


Because I felt that I had forgotten my ears.
So I checked.
And they were still there.
I sighed, relieved.



And Emmie looked at me like I was nuts.
(A look that I'm quite used to.)

I explained to her matter-of-factly:
"I thought that I had forgotten my ears.
But it's okay.
Because I didn't."
I then pointed to my ears.

Emmie continued to look at me.
In a sort of worried way.

It took me a minute to realize that none of what I had just said had made any sense at all.