𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚒𝚒

Quinceañera Problems

This takes me back to the time when another friend of mine, Max, and I were in History supposed to be taking tests or research *mumble* something like that. Well, instead we randomly took random quizzes- *realizes I'm supposed to be talking about Quinceañeras and not Weddings* 

4) The Father-Daughter dance.

5) The Quinceañera Toast.

Basically everyone tears up and gives a speech about how awesome you are. Great, ain't it?

6) The Waltz.

jUsT dAnCe dAmMiT *Dua Lipa's Love Again playing in the background* I dunno, I just love that song-

Too bad I can't dance to it 😭

7) Cake.

Ain't it obvious? YOU CAN'T PARTY WITHOUT CAKE! If you do then *squints eyes* who are you? *lifts up magnifying glass and closely examines you

8) The Gifts.

- The Last Doll

- High Heel Shoes

- Jewerly

These all symbolize the Quinceañera leaving childhood and entering adulthood. 

Like everyone else during this pandemic, we're not as financially stable as we were during pre-covid times ( we were never in the first place but better off back then ) so I'm not receiving some massive, crazy party like everyone else would typically have- but I'm fine.

I have a pretty dress and cake :D

Quinceañera shopping is sure something *drifts off in disturbing daze* 

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THIS MUCH FOR A FRICKING BUTTON? WHAT?-

THERE IS NO WAY WE'RE PAYING THAT MUCH FOR A FRICKING BUTTON-

But it'd look perfect on the sleeves-

Is there any possible way we could recieve a discount?

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Designing the dress isn't so easy either . . . 

Mom: What about this fabric? 

Me: Eh ( eh means no ) *explains why*

Mom: You're right *holds up another fabric* 

Me: *shakes head* Too tacky. 

Mom: Since when are you this picky? When I ask about What you want for dinner you reply with 'whatever' or it doesn't matter? What about this one? *holds up another*

Me: YES YES YES *squees* THAT'S IT!!! 

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Me: I want heels

Mom: no.

Me: Pleaseeee *pout*

Mom: I said no

Me: hEeEeEeLs

Mom: nO-

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Yo: Quiero zapatos con tacones

Abuela: Aye, por que? Tu Mama te dijo que te ponges tacones?

Mama: Why would I advocate such a thing?

Yo: Pero-

Abuela: No Clara. No.

Yo: *suspiro triste*

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Shopping for cakes sounds like fondly, fantastic, fulfilled, frantic fun experience, right? Well . . .  yeah, it is actually. In all earnest honesty, I have no profane complaints about it. 

You should've seen all the bountiful, glazing aura cakes. Such a vane variety! 

Store cakes. They may look enchanting and leave you daintly dangling in a wonderstruck haze state of euphoric, memorable mind- but is the taste tender or tense? By all means, is it mAgIcALLy dELiCiOuS or grandly dull? 

Personally, if it's tres leches I'm okay, with a strong preference towards homemade cakes By a slight landslide. Sometimes homemade is simply more scrumptious, don't you think? 

This takes me back to my childhood- something that apparently came to a tragic end a couple hours ago. I remember my Ecuadorian grandmother would take me to parties. When the cakes would be sliced and served she'd scrape the bread off the cake and only leave me the frosting. 

You see it's not necessarily the cake I hate- just that damned fricking frosting. 

The cake we chose is actually profoundly pretty! It's color contrast is a peach pink and white- the colors of my dress and theme of the Quinceañera! 

I'd write more but it's getting late and I have to get up in a couple hours and get ready. Yeah, you're officially speaking to 15 year old Clara. It's pleasantly nice- or shall I say enchanting to meet you <33

P.S.: I didn't proofread anything. It's my birthday, why should I? I'll fix them tommorow :) ❤❤❤