Unicorn Milkshake: Prom Edition

Hey y'all!! First edition of the Unicorn Milkshake series!! And this one is about the less fun experience of my high school career: my second date rejection, just weeks before the biggest day of my very short and uninteresting 18 years of living in this dump we are apparently lucky to call Earth. So yeah, it stings to be rejected by a guy you genuinely want to drag around in a sparkling disco ball of a room and feed posh purée and filet mignon. That is if your school budget can accommodate such fine dining. In any case, I wanted my own piece of meat to pretend-dance with, and pretend-laugh with. Is that so wrong, may I ask? I just went with my friend D in the end, which was actually kind of fun because she was the prettiest of them all at that ball, lace and open-back and everything. But I still wrote an angry letter to this guy who said no. And even though he did really end up in the hospital when he came back form university because his jaw was fucked and he couldn't eat or talk for a while and it was the sensible thing to say no to not let me hang at the last minute, can a girl go on a crazy anger rant once in a while. So here goes.

Hi. Me again. You never answered so i guess this would be a follow-up email. So sorry for boring you or/and putting you on the spot. First off, Happy Birthday! (the first time I said it, it was in parenthesis so maybe you didn't realize it was genuine-maybe it defeats the purpose that this too is in parenthesis?!?). 
Now the elephant in the room apparently: prom. Yes I realize that the message had a nonchalant tone and shitty grammar. Sorry. What possessed me to ask you such a thing, you ask? Well, for starters, I quite like you. As a person. It seemed like the most important requirement. That's kind of it. (please don't read more into this that must be read. This isn't a marriage proposal, it's a prom. calm the fuck down.) It's a yes or no question. Both answers are valid. Any answer at this point would be welcomed. You are not being coerced into anything, for crying out loud you're several inches taller than me! You're also several miles away, with an ocean separating us...and I can't swim. So by all means, I can't force you to do shit. I would however appreciate the decency of an answer or some kind of acknowledgement. Even if it is a no. So I can plan accordingly-please read: so I can find someone else. So yeah, the ball is in your court buddy. (So have some balls).
Feel free to contact me with any questions, comments or concerns you may have.
No I don't harass everyone, just the ones who deserve it.

Sincerely,

Unicorn Milkshake 

Dear Diary: Grad Is Near, So Are The Tears

Dear Diary,

Graduation is this Friday. By the end of this week, the whole Grad-Preprom-Prom-Afterprom train will have gone by and I will be left free-relatively. I mean, most of these people I will most likely only see further in my life as acquaintances, silhouettes from a distant past. Most of these people will probably exist only for an instant in my consciousness until some climax in their lives (wedding, funeral, lottery win, unexpected pregnancy, ect) makes them subjects of interest again. It's not cruel, the same goes for me too. When the champagne stops flowing and the glitter stops falling and the tears have dried and the enthusiasm has settled, life will just keep on going with its comedies and tragedies and whatever it is that fills the gaps between both. So might just as well make the best of this I guess. In pure moronic adolescent fashion, I guess the correct term to define the sentiment of coming-of-age nonsense I'm constantly being fed by Hollywood, the correct term would be : YOLO.

Cheer To The Teenage Years

Red prom dress
because red suits my passion
my personality
that can't be boiled down to predetermined
paradigms.

Black shoes like the hole
sucking up my last silver linings 
the last drops of my will.
They match my darker eyes, hair, skin tone too
and the thoughts twirling in my head.

Prom will be one of those nights
with praises, glasses of champagne 
congratulations for not seeing the jealousies
pains, cuts and bruises of all these years

The hidden puke behind the desks, 
the angry poetry in the bathroom stalls,
the silent cries for help every morning

Prom will be a celebration
of a your selves left behind, 
embracing a world of adulthood
lost papers, lost invincibility
careless coffee stains and 
late night meetings

The days staying up late 
texting you my fears will disappear 
so will the smiles in the hallways
the fast food lunches
the ripping of failed exams

One day it will all mean nothing 
and we'll just have prom pictures 
a collection of broken souvenirs
memorabilia of the days
when we meant something
when we weren't pawns 
in the game of bureaucracy
ghosts on the conformity playground

when "YOLO" was a thing
or we didn't care about
the colour of our hair
the glitter dying in the toilet bowl
when we 
cheered for our teenage years.