Prom All Over

Yes, dear readers, you read the title correctly; Zoe, the college senior is blogging about prom. Why, you ask, a look of confusion on your face. Well, you see, Mock Trial is having prom this year, instead of our banquet, which is the usual plan at the end of the season. We normally all get together and go to a restaurant where we eat and give out awards, then we just go our separate ways. Not this year. This year we are going to all wear formal attire and have a prom, which is an idea spawning from our secretary Rache, which means it’s time to buckle down and see if I can’t fit Zoe, the consummate tomboy, back into a dress that is icy blue and puffy. Yes, I wore  puffy ball gown to prom my senior year. It was affectionately named the Cinderella dress, and it was huge, the skirt takes up most of my bed. It was so big that we had to take my date’s Explorer instead of the awesome Crossfire to prom because I wouldn’t fit in the little sports car. This means that it will be difficult to get into Wash’s Civic and buckle up because I’m pretty sure the dress has not shrunk in size.

The problem is that I have not shrunk in size, and I am at least a dress size or two bigger than I was senior year of high school. SoI’m hitting the treadmill and the ab lounge; I’ve eaten the last of my V-day candy from Wash, and now I’m eating very little in the way of junk food and I’ve had only a few diet cokes. I was drinking too many cokes, and I am now drinking more water and slimfasts instead. I’ve got until May 2, the day of Mock Prom, to lose enough inches to fit into that dress, and it won’t be an easy task. I’m have to really work on it and work hard. I can’t really afford to buy a new dress, nor do I want to buy another dress that I know I will never wear again. Honestly, if I really could afford it I would buy a new one because the Cinderella dress has too much froufrouy to suit my personality. But I suppose that I will just make do and get all dolled up in the froufrou dress. I’m going to do my own hair instead of spending a fortune on my hair this time. All I really need is to buy is shoes and probably some sort of jewelry.

And yes, Wash is my date for Mock Prom, and I’m a bit afraid that my huge dress will not fit in the Civic. I am excited for Mock Prom, though a might concerned that I will not be able to get into my dress. I’ve got a long way to go to get into the thing. But I think it will be fun to get all pretty again and really pretend to be a real lady. Most times I shout at people who call me a lady and inform them rather quickly that I am no lady. But hey, I am an actress. So I’d better get back to work on my mock trial and fixing my lunch. Then it’s to the treadmill and ab lounge.

Be My Valentine? Wait I already have one…

So Saturday was Valentine’s Day, the first for Wash and I, and I honestly hope there will be more to come. I got all girlie, and we went out to dinner and a movie, which is like a normal date for us, but we exchanged gifts and all that jazz, which is not standard. So I suppose you are wondering what exactly happened on our big V-Day night outing. Pictures of my awesome cookies and the gifts we exchanged are on my Flikr page.

So I went shopping ahead of time, and I was seriously excited about the lip shaped cookie cutter I found at Walmart. I know, I know, I’m such a goofy woman; thrilled with my discovery I also bought cookie dough sheets and red sugar sprinkles, deciding that lip shaped cookies would be a cute gift for Wash this Valentine’s Day. They actually turned out great, and I was really proud of them. I’m such a goofball that I became excited enough to constantly update my facebook status as I made them. What I did was get wax paper and lay out the cookie dough sheets, then I sprinkled the red sugar over the dough and cut out the cookies. I got to much sugar on the first batch, and so they were a little hard to make sure they were done.  The next batch had less sugar and turned out much nicer. I put four into a little bag for Wash, one for each month we have been together and one for this month. I had so many that I wound up putting six into individual bags to give to my mock trial team at our meeting Saturday morning. Wash liked them, which made me very happy.

As for the actual gifts I got him, I spent several hours trying to decide what to get in the first place and after settling on the idea of a CD I had to figure out which CD to get. Easy gift idea? Not so much actually. You see the man has a massive CD collection, and I was terrified that I would get him a CD he already had. I couldn’t ask his cousin, who I have class with, because I didn’t want Wash to know I was getting him a CD. I finally settled on George Strait’s It Just Comes Natural, and I hoped beyond all that he didn’t have it already. I also got him a little plush heart that said “One Kiss” on it, which I then proceeded to make smell like my sweet pea lotion because Wash happens to like it .  Yeah, I know, it’s a little silly. The “One Kiss” thing I thought would be a cute gift because there is a little joke between us, one that I will not reveal. The card also took forever to pick out because I wanted to get something that fit our stage in the relationship. Of course I had to write in it, something I’ve always done, so that was extra time because I wasn’t sure what to say.

When he picked me, having been excited all day, he gave me chocolates, always a win, and a little stuffed frog, which must have a name eventually, that came with some candy and stuff. It was a really cute frog, and maybe frogs will become our thing, I don’t know. We thought about going to the movie first, but when we arrived at the theater there was no way we could get tickets or even parking. So we went to Longhorn Steakhouse for dinner before the movie instead, and we had to wait almost an hour to be seated. In the mean time, Wash hasn’t written in my card yet so I stand with my back to him, skimming the menu, while he writes, and then finally we are seated. We had dinner and exchanged gifts, cards first, and I read what was wrote. The man can seriously write, and what he wrote, which I will not repeat, was incredible. I was pretty speechless honestly, since no one has every written something like that before. I’m telling you readers, it was wonderful. He got me Firefly, a series you should all look up and watch, on DVD, and that won him additional points. That of course is the show where the nicknames Zoe and Wash come from, and so it’s an excellent gift. I was also glad to discover that he didn’t have the CD.

We wound up seeing Pink Panther 2, which was an ok movie, and the theater was emptier at 10 pm than I expected. I spent the entire movie snuggled up next to Wash, who was using my position and the fact that my sweater was off the shoulder to cheat, which is a term we use for little distracting kisses and touches that tend to be on sensitive areas. Not that I mind when Wash cheats because I tend to cheat too, only my best moves are a bit too obvious for public areas. It was fun, even if the movie wound up longer than we expected so that we missed out on some fun afterward.

Our first V-Day was over all lots of fun, and I’m looking forward to next year. If I don’t wind up in a dorm as a 1L I may cook dinner at my apartment and then we can spend the evening curled up on the couch watching movies instead of complicated plan and long waits for a table in a restaraunt. And now I’ve got to run off, literally, and get my ass on the treadmill so that I can hopefully fit into the dress I wore to my senior prom four years ago. Mock prom just might be fun, but that’s an entry possibly for tomorrow.

Quote of the Day: “Anyone can catch your eye, but it takes someone special to catch your heart.”  ~Author Unknown

This Kiss, This Kiss…

I should be writing my direct examination for Fran Martin, and I also should be reading something for Clyde’s Judicial Decision Making class, but I am instead sitting in the KUC next to Wash and blogging. Instead of doing work and being productive, I am considering teasin’ Wash  and trying to figure out what we will do V-day. I suppose I should get to the point of this blog, which I’m hoping will not give Wash a complex since he is not really the subject of the blog today. What is the subject of this blog? Kissing.

There is something incredibly important about the kiss. It can be a deal breaker if done incorrectly, especially because a terrible kiss can be both disgusting and uncomfortable. I have dated terrible kissers, but it something that I try to remedy as soon as possible, and I do try to do it with tact and kindness. Teaching someone to kiss is not easy nor is it really simple because there is the awkwardness of saying “Hey, you suck at kissing, let me show you how to do it right” and then it loses some of its romance and sensuality when it becomes a lesson and an educational experience. And yes readers, a kiss can be incredibly sensual, and a good kiss when done right can completely knock you off your feet. Sloppy, wet, overpowering kisses are not pleasant, nor are they at all sexy. No one wants to feel as though they have just been licked by a dog after breaking away from a kiss, which is why you should always swallow when kissing especially when their is tongue action involved otherwise you leave a trail of saliva all over your partners face. A kiss should not be so hard that it feels like you’ve been bruised afterwards, which is not to say that a well placed powerful kiss can’t be incredible. Variety is important to because the same kiss over and over gets really boring, and it will take the fun out of it.

Good kissing can and often is incredibly sexy, mainly because it is an incredibly intimate contact without being overly intimate. There is something about the fact that you are in a sense sharing the same breath because you are intensely close to that person. Being lip to lip isn’t enough though, it’s also the fact that you are both involved; good kissing is not a one sided thing, not at all. And its not just about lip to lip kissing, it’s about where you place your hands, what you do with your fingertips, and how you move your body. If you arch just right or trace you fingertips down your partner’s skin on the right spot or apply the right pressure at the right moment, you can turn a simple kiss into something extraordinary.  Knowing that you are doing it right, knowing that your partner is enjoying it as much as you are, can be as much of a thrill as the kiss itself. I mean honestly, I feel the best about a kiss when a certain someone is making a certain noise or starts to whisper.

Thinking of that, there is also the kiss that is not on the lips. A kiss to the shoulder or to the collarbone or to the neck can be one of the most thrilling and sexy parts of making out. There are certain areas that are just super sensitive, and the trick is to figure out where they are and how to kiss that particular spot. I’ve discovered a variety of locations that work quite well for turning a certain someone into a puddle, and it was all a matter of paying attention and watching his reactions. The earlobe is a good place to start, as is the neck, because they are areas that have a great many nerve endings, which make them sensitive.  Of course that also means they are good places to let my fingers linger as I kiss him, so they are like little bonus points. While at this stage there are limits to where I can access, due to their locations and the stage we are at in our relationship, I can still get the point across, if you know what I mean. Like I said, kisses are extremely intimate without being overly intimate in a way that would be going too far.

So yeah, this was my blog about kissing. I know its a strange topic, but I was dying to write it.

Disclaimer: None of this should be taken as rules, guidelines, and/or instructions on how to kiss.

Quote of the Day: “If I could grant
You one wish
Id wish you could see the way you kiss” – Faith Hill “The Way You Love Me

Matters of the Heart

I shall try to attempt to avoid giving Wash a complex with this one, since I know how he feels about this kind of thing, but I’ve got to blog it out before it drives me crazy. I know Wash likes to read my blog, so I will just let him know right now, none of this means that things are changing between us. I like us, and I like they way things are going between us. I would like there to continue to be an us.

My dear readers, I’ve had another one of those days. I was finally healing up; the old wound was finally closing and while a piece of me would always be a little screwed up, I was finally working my way past it.  I was chilling on the couch, healing my LSAT melted brain, when I got a text from Spoony, the ex. I haven’t heard from him since December, when he sent me a message on myspace, which I will not get into, and I was finally letting it all go. I had been talking to Wash, via text, while he was at work, I’m assuming, and I was relaxing after the LSAT, and so when my phone went off I naturally thought it was from Wash. But it wasn’t, it was three words from Spoony that opened up an old wound and poured salt in it: “I got married!” It wasn’t the fact that I now know that there is no shot that we will ever get back together, I knew that a long time ago. I suppose it was just the fact that he destroyed me and then he got married before me, if it’s even true. I suppose it  was the fact that I’d finally pushed it all almost to the back, and there was a reminder of all that had been, all the good that vanished, all that was supposed to be. I guess it was partially the fact that he knew what it could do to me and did it anyway. But I’m healing again, and I will ok. I don’t need the ex, and I don’t want him back. I have Wash, and Wash makes me happy. I care about him, and maybe, just maybe things will work out with him. It’s for the best really, and I am going to be just fine.

Speaking of Wash and matters of the heart, I suppose  that message should do something positve in that it should remove any fears or thoughts that Spoony will get between us, not that I think Wash was concerned about it. And it also means, that if there was even a small part of me that held out hope, it can now be shut down, and I can be open to letting myself fall if it happens. I really do care a lot for Wash, and we are really clicking. I’m very happy with him, very happy, and things are moving forward at a normal pace. We’ve been together three months, and I’ve met his ‘rents, who for some strange reason like me; we are probably going to do round two, and he can meet my ‘rents some time in the near future. I think I’ll keep him around, readers, I really like him a lot. Things happen for a reason, and though it may seem hokey, perhaps I was meant lose the ex in order to find the right one. I don’t know that Wash is the right one, but maybe he is. And if he is then things will work out. I do want to see where this goes, to see whether or not this can last, and like I told Wash the other day. “We’ll see where this goes. It’s too soon to tell. But it will be like the distance of a superspeedway, with all the chaos that is Bristol.” Yes, Wash, I do want to keep you around for a while, and I think I will.

Valentine’s Day is next Saturday, and I’ve bought his present. I need to get some red wrapping paper and pick up a few things because as always the first V-day should be special. I have no idea what we are going to do, other than the typical dinner, because there is nothing to do in this stupid town. I mean, the good news is that Wash has the night off, which means we get to be normal. But I hate to drag him to yet another chick flick, and the only decent movie left that we haven’t seen, that would be a V-day movie, is the new one He’s Just Not That Into You. It doesn’t seem to be one either of us would be interested in, and so now I’m thinking maybe we should have waited to see Bride Wars, which was hilarious and a great movie, this weekend instead of last monday. Plus I have a bad feeling the movie theater will be jam packed.  Hindsight my friends, it is 20/20. So I’m still racking my brain for V-day plans that don’t include me dressed ridiculously nice at the bowling alley. It’s harder than you think, regardless of my female brain and it’s supposedly great ability to come up with stuff like this. But I have some shopping to do, so I will dash off, and continue to rack my brain for plans for a special V-day with Wash.

Quote of the Day:  “Sometimes in life there really are bonds formed that can never be broken. Sometimes you really can find that one person who will stand by you no matter what. Maybe you’ll find it in a spouse and celebrate it with your dream wedding, but theres also the chance that the one person you can count on for a lifetime, the one person who knows you sometimes better than you know yourself is the same person who’s been standing beside you all along. ” – Marion St. Claire, Bride Wars