::waves::
Yay! I've been getting so pathetically lazy that I've been updating this thing less and less.
Okay.
Hmmm...let's see...
Prom was awesome.
I walked a long, arduous, trecherous journey to Jennelle's house...down the block. She was being picked up before me, anyway, so I figured I'd go to her house and kill two birds with one stone. I finally met the mystical, awesome, and philosophical Chris! He's awesome. And philosophical. I'll explain that one later.
Jennelle's dad rocks, too. He took a billion pictures of everything. Including me. Which is automatically an awesome thing. w00t. I demand a copy of every picture I was in. =D
The driver was...bad, let's say. He called Jennelle's house and said he was in the area, yet took another year to arrive in front of us, being that he got lost...which wouldn't become an uncommon thing. We went in, bothered Alex and his boringly mellow self, then spent the next thirty minutes driving aimlessly in the same general area (Fordham), in search of Tony and Anita. We finally found them. By that time, Jennelle's dad had called the driver and cursed at him and then, when we picked up those two, Tony's cousin just went up to the driver and cursed at him, too. As wrong as it may have been, it was funny. = \
Jennelle and Chris and Tony and Anita had a temporary couple feud. T&A (T&A...heheheheh >=D) were seemingly "biting" off of J&C, copying every lovey dovey thing they did.
So, a year later, when we picked up Maria, she made this big, grand entrance into the limo by...slipping and hitting her head against the seat, and then falling on my corsage.
Of course, I proceeded to gasp with absolute horror and worry...and I shoved Maria off of my corsage to see if it was okay.
Nah. I'm not mean like that.
I just rolled her off. =P
Alex is paranoia, btw. He was talking about FBI vans surrounding the house at the sight of a Spanish guy and an Asian girl together, with Maria's parents taking pictures, shooting videos, taking fingerprints, checking IDs, etc.
He has issues.
Then, when we journeyed all the way to Pleasantville, Mt. Vernon, we made a pitstop at Roseanne's house. Her parents are crazy. They were kicking her out. That's weird. Usually, parents want to cling to their child on notorious days such as high school prom.
Oh well.
So, 3/4 into the trip, the driver once again shows us why he's our driver, and only then remembered that he doesn't have a permit to enter the Surf Club, which caused a long delay in which we needed to wait for new limo to take us there.
And, we got there, sometime in the not-so-distant future.
It was gorgeous. *_*
Imagine a gigantic Christmas tree, only not a Christmas tree, but a house instead, and you have the Surf Club. It was purrrrty. Due to the billion delays, we were an hour late. But, it was fine. Nothing much had happened yet.
The night, in general, was awesome. I danced with girls and guys (yes, guys--I wanna cover all bases =P) eat some decent food, and fought with Mr. Hans over Roseanne. He and I must battle to the death...with rocket launchers and sniper rifles. Mwahahahah.
THE ICE CREAM WAS AWESOME! O_O
Oh, boy...
Stuart had enough sexual frustration in him to rape a wall or something. o_o;;
And I learned about a whole bunch of nasty fetishes, too...don't ask how, or what they are, because I'm trying not to remember them. x_x
But, yeah. It was awesome.
I wanted to dance with Kim, though! >_< I only got...four seconds?
Yeah. Yay.
There's always Senior Breakfast. =D
I sang silly songs on the way back. Roxette - Listen to Your Heart, Green Day - I Walk Alone, Rob Thomas - I Don't Wanna Be Lonely(?). They were on the radio--don't look at me like that.
Oh, boy.
...I'm scared...
John Cortez will be saying the graduation speech...of course.
You know, I sorta wonder why I even tried out for that. It's as if it was a no-brainer or something.
Whatever. Mrs. Torres said she'll get my speech put in the Supplement.
Yay.
I hope you bastards have been missing me. I'll be around a little next week. Not much, though. Just a little.
Okay. Me go do things now.