The curse of Malibu Barbie

It's official: I'm freaking out.
I'm working on my second glass of wine...
I have a suitcase packed, and I have the horrid feeling I'm missing EVERYTHING that's important.

I have RSVP'd myself and my date and all is in order. I have printed out my itinerary and have verified all my rides to and from terminals.

I still need earings, and to call in late to work on Monday, but what on Earth could I be missing that makes me feel so horrified?

Well, in reality it's the idea of rejection.
Knowing no matter how beautiful I may look, no matter what I pack, it wont be anything or enough in comparison to the accomplishments of the family that surrounds me.

A sad reality, but I am determined to hold my own this time. I'm 23 for Christ sake. I can handle a wedding. Hell, I even got a date in another state. Do you know how hard that is?

In different news, it's C's mom's Birthday. I'd make a big deal out of it, but despite my love for him and his family, it's still not my place. So, I'll drop off her gift, some homemade salsa, and call it a night tonight.

hmmmm....no....bad thought, better left unattended to. Besides, I have shopping to do!!!!!

ugh....damn earings from hell.

well, i should run over to the mall. damn that dress....