Homecoming- one I won't be quick to forget

Just real quick, cause I'm real tired and I wanna sleep, I'm gonna tell you about homecoming.
-he picks me up, says: you look very nice, takes me to thanksgiving point, makes a flower with me, talks and asks questions, super cute :)
-takes me to lunch, gives me whatever I could possibly want, spills on himself, let's me sit in his chair, stands and eats his ice cream, talks to me some more, super cute :)
- picks me up, says: wow! You look incredible (in front of my father), takes a ton of awkward pictures, such a good sport, opens my door to his mustang, compliments me some more, super cute :)
- dinner was good, awkward in a comfortable way, delicious food, beautiful pictures, cake, embarrassing moments, so much food, pulls my chair out for me every time, funny, laughing, free-spirited :)
-the dance: lights, trees, lanterns, great DJ, dancing for the first time at a dance without feeling awkward, mosh pit, dirty feet, ripped dress, him, and him, no feelings, completely free, lovely slow dances, music, confessions, sentimental moments, giggling, hugs, professional 7th grade social dance skills, friends, comfortable, escort; so sweet, so fun, unforgettable :)
-clean up, confident, compliments, broken car, well- handled emotion, sitting close, he gave me his blazer, drinks, talking, joking, seeing a normal side of him, driving on the wrong side of the road, speed demon, slurpees, night skies, wasted time, doorstep scene, no disappointment, curfew, brownie points, hugs, "thank you"s, things to look forward to; content, happy, new side, smiles :)


I'm glad he asked me- I had a great time :) to have some nearly-stranger guy ask you to a dance is slightly nerve-wracking, yet flattering; I didn't feel nervous, embarrassed, or weird. It was a perfect confidence booster. I loved hearing someone say they thought I was beautiful, and to hear it often. He's such a gentleman, something i missed out on.
It couldn't have been a more perfect night :) :)

Dancing under the moonlit sky, she felt... Harmonious :)

Cloud 9.

Oh hey :)

Mr. Charming/ Mr. Stranger asked me :)

It fine :)


I'm still dying over how cute it was :)


So I'm sitting in my room watching gossip girl when my mom and sisters come in with a vase of a dozen roses, a lit candle, and a card. The biggest smile came across my face.. The biggest smile :) the truest smile :)


I look the envelope, and inside is a card with Alex on it :) (see pictures for what the card said) I open it up, and Never Say Never started playing... How could I resist?? It was so sweet :)


Tay called right after, and boy do I owe him big time. Seriously, I'm forever indebted to him for this :) the fact that he even got him to consider asking me is talent enough. We've never spoken! I'm not complaining, though :)


I'm so excited.. You don't even know. And I'm so okay with the fact that I don't know him; Carpe diem :)




Life is goooood.

i'm slackin.. but i'm goin to homecoming!

hey blogging world. I'm back.. maybe.
if i have time :]
I've just been so busy! you know... school.
it really truly sucks.

the first week was the worst thing  I've ever had in school history. going back to having no friends, to adjusting to knew classes, new people. to just feeling alone because you don't know how to handle anything.

wondering if you're losing your boyfriend because he's so busy and distant, and wondering more if that's what everyone else thinks because every other person asks if you're together. and kind of rude, ridiculous, and disrespectful girls are trying to make a move with MY boyfriend. you can have him when he's no longer attached to me. actually, not even then. k, thanks.

this week has been much much MUCH better :] oh so much better. i made goals, and goals are great things. they just make you focus on things other than the things that make you upset.

AND!!!!
i got asked to homecoming :]
FINALLY! (;])
here's how it went:

my daddy told me i had to be home at 9 because there was something important waiting at home for me.
so i went home, and was handed a bag with paper slips in it. it was a scavenger hunt.. sort of. i had to go around town looking for the rest of my clues.

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but! with each new place i went, i received letters. and they were spelling out the name of someone i was ABSOLUTELY not going with, so i was kinda pissed the whole time.

****

the last place i went told me that that WASN'T the person taking me and told me to go to Larson Park to find the name of my homecoming date. RELIEF!

problem:
i had no idea where Larson Park was. so i was lost for a few minutes and it was frustrating.

i ended up going to that park with the gazebo.. you know which one I'm talking about? well there was a car parked on the grass with its lights on shining at the gazebo. i drove in there, but wasn't sure if it was the right place, so i turned around, looked some more, and went back and parked.
i got out of my car and walked to the gazebo where my CUUUUTE boyfriend waited with my favorite flowers :] he then asked me to homecoming :]

oh he is just the sweeeeeetest thing ever!!! i love him :] and i am so excited to go :]
i found my dress today!! yes!!!
pictures soon :]

".....i found a whisker on my neck!"

tahxxx

the parts of dancing i don't enjoy....

the 'giver-upers'.
the quitters.
the whiners.
the 'this-is-too-hard'ers.
the betrayal.
the petty competition between girls.
the 'i' in team.
sloppy arms.
sloppy legs.
not pointed toes.
and betrayal.

don't get me wrong.. i love and adore every person on my team.
but sometimes...
sometimes people rub you the wrong way.
and you get angry.
and want to punch things.
really hard.
over and over again.
and they only way to make that go away...is be better than them. let it go and kick their butt.

now that you've all seen the physical, and slightly scary, part of Chloe....
I'm gonna go now :]

have a lovely day!!

tah
xxx

the fibers of my being ache for this one passion... dance.

have you ever been so excited to do something... that your whole self feels EXCITED??? alive?

well goodness.

i feel as if my nerves are on fire.

all i want to do is dance.
to turn, turn for ages. and do it well, and beautifully.
to jump, to leap. to leap high, and with grace. to feel the beauty your body can create. to SOAR through the air.
to capture those moments, and movements, in pictures.
and to admire them.

this week i found that i love to jump. and that I'm quite good at it. i LOVE it.
i love to turn as well. as long as i am NOT in gore boots on newly refurnished floors.
:]

can i just say....

do what you're passionate about. and do it well! and love it! take it all in. don't let the hard times get you down. go for it!! go for it FULLY! don't have regrets :]

of course... we all envy ladies like these... and wish that we could be just as beautiful. maybe in my next life.

also.
i have red hair :] pictures... soon?

"... if we want a picture, I'll have to roll up shorts up, and pull my duck down."

tah\XO