Woh, Deja Vu? Am I slow, or have I seen this T-Shirt Ages ago?

Like, 4-5 years ago! Was it on threadless? I just don't remember where I've seen it..

They say that Nature calls, but this nature totally called me. There was no way this WASN'T going to get printed.

Now I can FINALLY get it. Horray! :D

My mom's birthday is today.

I didn't get her anything, but my dad sure did.

Roses.

They really, really stink. I don't know where the heck he got them; probably the Shopper's Food warehouse down the street.

Yuck.

For all of the geniuses out there, the title spells PROM.

So, I got invited to my freshly met friend's prom two weeks ago, and after much hustlin' and prospectn', I gots my pimped out dress wit de chain chrome wheels wit the 16 cavileer finish. An' mah julreh was some sparklin shizzle with daimandz and shit, maaaan, if only you colud have seen that shit.

Macy's, Boii. Straight up pimpin'.

His sister did my hair. Absolutely beautiful. I've never gone to a hairdresser that didn't totally burn off my hair with their ultra hot curling irons. She really knew what she wanted out of my mess of a mop-hair; so it was a really stylin' metamorphosis. I spelled that wrong.

Nervousness didn't really settle in until their car pulled up in front of my house to take me there. I was really emotionless about the prom since I was asked. People were expecting me to be estatic, but I just didn't feel much of anything about it at all.

Maybe it was because I knew in my heart that the format would be as predictable as all dances I've been to. Music wise, totally uniform stereotypical African American "Go-Go" stuff, with about 2 or 3 slow songs. A few 1990's songs thrown in so the white people can dance. Lots of grinding. Lots and lots of grinding. DJ's trying to be cool.

Between it all, momentary pauses of rest from dancing. Lot's of frizzy weave.

I pretty much described how prom was.

But back to Pre-Prom.

As soon as I spotted them through the window, my stomach did like, 3 backflips. I'm suprised I didn't puke all over his tux when he walked inside the house.

We took a lot of pictures.

Then we slowly got in the car, (Parents wanted to do it all slowly so they could video tape it) and we were soon off to our solemnly predictable future.

It was still really fun though, I have to admit. It may sound like I'm criticizing the whole thing, but I'm just a pessimist like that. I can honestly say that It was an extrememly memorable time. I don't go to his school, so I seriously did NOT know anyone there. But all his senior friends were really cool and nice, so that lightened up things.

Highlight of the night: The cake. Ohmigawd the cake. And dancing to "Up in Here" or whatever that song's called. Oh, and Bobby's AWESOME house.

Lowlight of the Night: Me stuggling to get my stiff joints to replicate "dancing".

Poo stain of the night: Those sluts that were doing it right behind us. Couldn't they have just waited for the afterparty? *pukes guts out*

I failed that damn Driver's Test again.

Looks like today's failed Driver's test makes number four for me.

sigh.

I really am starting to hate my own freaking guts. I feel ridiculously retarded and slow over it. What kills me every time? That hell spawned abomination known as "parallel parking".

I mean, what the poop? Fail the whole darn test because I can't park in a space that I'll probably never park in my entire life? The only area that has a decent amount of parallel parking spots is downtown- the city. I'm not going to college anywhere near the city, or #$@ parallel parking.

The test doesn't even measure your "driving smarts" or true driving skills. Which is why the test should be so trivial- so freaking easy!

Why I can't pass the damn thing is what puzzles the muscle tissue out of me. I just can't feaking do it. Every time, I get about 3 inches off of the white line we're suposed to be inside of. And when I try to adjust myself, I really fuck up. I was close to crying this time I tried to re-adjust myself.

It really depresses me. I can't just brush it off because I keep freaking failing.

The funny thing is, I've practiced damn parallel parking so much you wouldn't feaking believe it.

Even worse- we practiced 4 hours yesterday ON THE ACTUAL COURSE after the MVA closed.

In total, I can't even count how many times I've freaking practiced Parallel parking.

The whole ordeal is really really, really, really making feel like total scum right now. I can't take failing this damn test on the same fucking thing every single time. It's too much.

All I can think of are all the little perfect freaks who got it right on their first time. Why can't I be smart like that? I've heard so many methods for Parallel Parking and tried them billions of times. I've practiced them and they each worked perfectly. But then when I take the test, they don't work.

It's sucking the life outta me. I am at about 92% miserableness right now.

I've got one more week to get the damn thing right. If I don't, I have to take the written permit test to get my permit renewed. Shit.

Why can't I freaking do it right? I'm a good driver too- I can be..

..Why can't I do anything right? Argh..

..at least my dad was okay about it. He was mad when he saw that I failed, but he saw I was really sad about it and sort of left me alone. So we went to the movies, ate pizza, got ice cream; so I feel a lot better about it all.

And I finally got to see Spiderman 3.

There's a weird smell in my room. I have no idea what it is, and I don't hold account for it.

It's a bit of a musty smell. But every time my mom walks in, I get accused of it being mold.

It seriously could be anything, but I know for SURE it's not mold. My mom thinks I'm a disgusting slob..

..but seriously, how many of you have ever just thrown articles of clothing on the floor? It's common, right? I had a sock, a shoe, a jacket, and a pair of underwear on my floor.

4 small things in my medium-sized-classroom of a bedroom. plus, they're in a small pile next to the hamper. They fell out of the hamper. The rest of the room is spick and span.

4 articles of wear = slob?

ugh.

I feel awful about not liking this shirt as much as I should. It's such a brilliant concept, but GOSH, the whiteprint under the black: something about it ruins the whole shirt!

I see the original design didn't have any colors under it either. I thought I'd like that more, but then that seemed to dull to me.

Hmm. Maybe a more halftome white would've been better? Or like, those vintage-looking faded-white/light grey prints could've looked better.

But don't get me wrong, the art is baffling to me, and it was a 950% good choice on threadless' part.

But the White. Ugh, THE WHITE!

Why, oh why?

"Yayaya this shirt is so pretty

ohanddontforgetkickin'itoldschoolapril24thktnxbi"

Hehe, I couldn't help but snicker. He didn't even wear the shirt! Pfft..

Edit: Calling the clip kind-of cheesy makes me an asshole? And You're a bit too old to be making assumptions. It's kind of childish..

..I can have an opinion about it if I want to.. sheesh!

..I just thought it was a bit strange, since the Last Kiss was another movie threadless promoted, and the winner had Zach Braff do a whole photo shoot with the shirt on.

I just thought T-shirts were meant for wearing, you know? Especially winning T-Shirts.

But- I mean, it's fine to see him touch the shirt, but it'd be even cooler to have him wear it.

I'm not trying to cause any trouble or anything.

Hmm.. maybe I should've included that part in my post.

Bah, ..why am I even trying to explain myself? No one's gonna re-read it anyway..

..Well- I guess I should say something about the shirt. That was kind of dumb of me to not even say anything about the design.

You know, the characters look so familiar. I've seen so many styles like it before, you know? The whole robots and gorillas and yeti's thing. It's still really well done though, just a bit repetative. The colors are a real jam to look at, and I do like that kind of stuff.

One design I got a kick out of (that didn't do so well in the running) was a juxtoposed picture of Thundercats' Lion-O doing breakdancing moves. THAT one was a cutie. I would've got that just for kicks.