What's Eating Alex Colby

The title of this post is in lieu of my fondness for the film What's Eating Gilbert Grape, which I made Cassie watch this afternoon. (:

Since we're on the subject of what's eating me, I'll just start rambling. The good and bad.

For starters, I got asked to prom!!! I was certain that I wouldn't be asked, but I was. And now I'm happy. The end. Hahah, just kidding. The guy who asked me is my good buddy, Zach. I was surprised because I was unaware he had split with his girlfriend. It was a welcome surprise, none-the-less. I found my dress (which has quite the story to go along with it) and my shoes. I'm all set. Our prom theme is Soar Above the Sky, a 1940s/WWII sort of thing. It's being held inside of an airplane hangar at an AirForce museum somewhere in Mesa. I'm excited! Finger waves! :D

Alright, something else. I don't understand why some guys just love to play games. They play "stupid", "I DGAFrick", etc. One of my last relationships didn't quite end clearly and he keeps coming in and out of the picture. Frustrates me to no end. He doesn't make the effort to talk to me, see how I'm doing, etc. unless he needs something in return. No, I don't want to be the one to initiate our convos because I am the girl and I am awesome at making myself look clingy and am, therefore, avoiding being the initiator.

My compression garment is eating me. It sucks to be strapped into all this post-op garb, but eh. I suppose I can't complain because I am happy with what I am seeing so far. I am fantastically colored with bruises from yellow to black and everything in between. Swollen, too. It's grand. Four and a half more weeks til I can take this sucker off. Hallelujah.

I'm getting sleepy now. I think I ought to go to bed.