Bangs get cut, friends hook up, I work while I dance...

Those are all things I never thought would happen. But it turns out the sideswept bangs do look good on me. Go figure. Also, when Harry and Sally are some of your best friends, what does it matter when they meet (ha, get it? Harry met sally? ha!). And I worked a dance last Friday to save the earth! But mostly I did it to get my groove on. You know what? When all 3 things come together at once, it turns out great.
The bangs played the subtle roll of looking amazing til I started dancing. By then everyone was dancing so no one cared that they were constantly in my face or on the wrong side of the part. The two love birds happily danced together with every one else on the dance floor. Let me tell you something right now: the dj was A-mazing! Is it my fault I couldn't stop moving once I got started?
This dance started like most others did. Music blaring, most people standing in the corner singing along to the songs they knew. But then, this song with an amzing beat came on. Like magic, the singer called out " you got 5 seconds to get on the dance floor". In a heartbeat, my friends and I were on the floor. slowly at first, some people having been forcibly pulled along. Eventually, the built up energy that comes from a crowd just itching to move exploded. Everyone, whether you were shy,or had 2 left feet moved to the music.
One of the funniest things were watching the "cool guys" expression of shock when they saw the girls that they silently labeled as nerds or "smart" (a terrible thing in their book) breaking it down like they invented it. Hell yeah, dude that looks like a greek god! You're eyes don't decieve you!
Love,
Vikki
PS- I saw Kathy dance! But Shhh!! Its a secret!

My Insecurities Are Reassured..

Allright, so I was having one of those days.. A quiet one, a day where I'm humiliatingly awkward. I just can't think of anything to say. But you know what? Today, God showed me He's looking out for me. That when I think it can't get worse, He'll make it better.
So, I'm in my environment club at school. I'm feeling left out because my friends are off walking around school in a little group while I'm stuck in the meeting, wondering what they're talking about, and why they can't tell me, why I'm forgotten. They come back and we're planning a school dance advertisement (buy tickets guys!) and their talking about how they'll do a dance in the advertisement, blah blah blah. I'm just there, listening. We run out of time, so they decide to go to a friends house to shoot it. I know it's silly, but I got kind of insulted when they didn't think of me to dance in it (um, hello! I was on a dance team with one of the girls). Then I remember that, how will they know if I want to be part of it if I'm just there, contributing nothing. So I speak up and tell a friend that if they need another dancer, I'm there. I ask another if she needs help setting up, you do? Okay, great I'll ask my mom. As I'm waiting for a phone, they find out they can't do it at the girls house, and everyone else's houses are too small. I tell them I have a big backyard. I ask my mom, and miraculously, she says yes! So we're off to my house. When we get there, we pig out a little and primp. We get outside, and as they're practicing I'm starting to feel a little left out again (ugh! I'm so ridiculously sensitive). Then the big guy up there turns it around for me again. My older sister comes out and helps us out and suggests some things that require more dancers partying in the background, so I got to be in the video after all! Nobody was left out after all!! I'm so thankful, because even though I'm sentimental, touchy and selfish for getting so bugged about that, God still helped me out. THANK YOU!
Love,
Vikki
P.S. To any of my friends; it wasn't your fault! ILY!

I know who superman is! (It's a girl, go figure)

Okay, you've heard how superman diguises himself as this nerd called Clark Kent(If you have no idea what I'm talking about...You have issues. Seriously). But who would have thought he had another alter ego... in my homeroom! Let me explain...
Allright so we're in homeroom watching "Knowing" with the lights off after a really important test. Some kids that were testing elsewhere knocked on the door. When my homeroom teacher (aka superman) sees them standing there she immediately closes the door. The kids outside try to hold open when it slams shut and my teacher falls flat on her back. There's shocked silence... and then we crack up. Someone turns on the lights and we see someone help her up, safe and sound, clutching a piece of the doorknob in shock. Yea, she ripped of a chunk of the door knob. The steel doorknob. And not like the handle popped out, no she actually ripped off a chunk of it.
To protect his (her? I'm confused.) identity, I haven't shown any names. But this is a true story, cross my heart and hope to die. Well maybe not the identity bit, I'm just being internet safe :)
Love,
Vikki

To quote a famous hairstylist: WHAT THE HELL AM I GOING TO DO WITH MY HAIR?!?

the mad mad mad mad world of prom dress shopping.

I. Am. Going. To. Die. I've been soaking in over 10 issues of Seventeen magazine (great magazine, by the way)raiding the mall and scouring the internet for that darn dress. It's only eighth grade prom and I'm going crazy. i can only imagine the horror real prom is going to be. Yikes.
Anyhoo, there is a dress I found that has promise. Two actually. The first is champagne pink with a damask pattern embroidered on it in the same color so you only notice it in the light. The sash is black with a bow in front. Super french (which is good because the theme might be a night in paris). The second is same champagne pink covered in black lace with a bubble hem. I'll try to find a pic of the former and the latter. Sigh, I'm painting my room this weekend, starting an exercise routine and my sisters visiting from college!!! Oh, and I want to go to the movies with friends if I can. Yea, so ta-ta for now!!
Love,
Vikki
P.S. No kathy, no you, it's "O". Yea, you know who I'm talking about. And quit using peoples names online! It's not safe! Love ya!