So I wasn’t going to post more than once a day, but I figured my couple day’s absence called for one more. And this one won’t be too long- I hope. Of course, I tend to go off on tangents and get a little rambly as you may have already figured out.
Anyways, as you may know, I’m graduating this year. And something that I’ve always dreamed about was getting all decked out in some fancy gear and parading about like a proper girl. I’ve always been my father’s daughter, and having a large appreciation for guns and flannel, I missed out on a lot of the froofy dresses that you can get away with wearing when you’re younger. I tended to opt for my Kim Possible cargo capris rather than my cute little pink get-ups that my aunt and grandma would buy me.
Don’t get me wrong, my dad always had at least a bit of respect for the fact that I was, in fact, still a girl when it all came down to it. And of course he still made a point of making sure to buy me Barbies along with my Nascar memorabilia and such. And don’t think you’ll ever hear me complain about how I had the coolest, fully driveable, kid jeep in town. Other than the fact that the batteries took forever to charge, it was probably the coolest toy I’ve ever owned.
I’ll also never complain that my dad taught me proper gun etiquette at a young age, so that now I can shoot a gun not only pretty darn accurate, but also safely. At least, safely enough that he figured it was time to buy me my own gun. There’s a special kind of bond forged between a father and daughter who go out shooting together- but I’ll elaborate on that further another time.
Anyways, so this dress was a major milestone for me. It wasn’t what brought me to dress girly or anything, I’d gotten the hang of girl clothes ages ago. It was actually mostly what really brought the realization that graduation is actually happening. And soon. When I was younger I had dreamed about it happening (albeit, I’m pretty sure I imagined a camo dress at one point or another) and now it’s actually within sight.
And I have to admit that it kind of scares the ever living shit out of me. Graduation is something that you always kind of look forward to, but then when it finally comes down to the home stretch, you start thinking “well shit, am I ready for this?” And while the idea of freedom from the classroom sounds great and all, it’s also pretty terrifying. The idea of no longer having 10 months of my life scheduled and pre-planned for me is kind of, well, unnerving.
But despite those feelings, I’m pretty excited. And now that I have my dress, it feels that much more real. And now I have a pretty, flowy, “princess dress” to frolick around my house in. Which is pretty fucking awesome. Anyways, so that’s that. I’m graduating. I’ve got a pretty dress. Life. Is. Gooood.
Stay excellent, dudes.