The Prom
Wow
It has been a while since I last did a post. But remember, I made no promises to be frequent. Don't look at me like that.
So anyways, before we can get on with the Prom, there was one thing I had to get through. The AP US History Exam. Oh yea. Both of my AP tests (Chem bing the other one) I'm not too worried about. With the History one, I knew I was going to get a good grade if I put my mind too it, whereas Chemistry, I have no chance. It's like this, when I sat down yesterday to take APUS, it immediately started begging for mercy, "Please don't kill me! Oh GOD!!!" it said as I sadistically laughed as I severed it's head with my library of chronological facts and clever metaphor use (for the essays [i.e. "the British Mercantile noose" man that was good!]). When I sit down to take APChem, however, he's going to sit up, grab me by the throat and yell "Come on boy!!! Just try!!! I'm going to STRIKE you down!!! MUTILATE you!!! And VIOLATE your corpse with my URINE!!!." Tuesday's going to be fun.
So anyways, the Prom. I looked very svelte in my long Tux coat and silver vest and tie combo (Tag: The Zenith Tuxedo: For the TALLER man). And Heather looked very nice in her black dress.
A lot of people I didn't invite showed up to see me off. Which made me a little uptight because I usually don't like being the center of attention. Whatever, it's over now. Afterwords we went to big Dip, so Heather could say hello to her co-workers, and then to Aroma's coffee house, because Heather needs coffee.
Then we were off to the Prom. They had the gym decorated really nice. You could hardly tell where you were, except for the bleachers and gym floor. But hey, the Prom committee did a great job. Besides, what really matters is the dance music. And that music was...stuff you can't dance to. But that's not saying people tried. I mean with Hip-Hop I guess you just need to gyrate. And have dry sex apparently. I mean, when I tried to describe it later in the evening to Marc and Nikki, all I could come up with was "Boars, mating." I guess if you added tusks and more guttural grunts you could have a regular pig-a-palooza. At one point a girl was down on all FOURS with her date squatting behind her. Cute. So yeah, most of the time I stood off to the side with my group and made fun of all the fools. But, at Ten'o'clock, after two pulled fire alarms (HaHa! that's so funny! and original! and I'm sarcastic!), and a blown speaker I started dancing.
I wish to apologize to those who had to witness it.
Yeah so Heather taught me how to slow dance. Which isn't too hard, especially if you're not making out with your date at the same time. Honestly. Then Heather had to team up with Dave P. in order to teach me to dance to other, fast, songs. They taught me some basic moves, the one I got down easiest was the "skank". So we decided to start a skank circle. With the three of us cavorting around the gym, we only got one person to join us. Thanks Brandie F.! Then the prom ended and they told us to clear out IMMEDIATELY!
Afterwords we went to Denny's and had planned on going bowling, but Heather was feeling a little sick. So, I told her to just drop me off at home so she could go home and get to bed.
Well, that was my Junior Prom. And it was AWESOME!
It has been a while since I last did a post. But remember, I made no promises to be frequent. Don't look at me like that.
So anyways, before we can get on with the Prom, there was one thing I had to get through. The AP US History Exam. Oh yea. Both of my AP tests (Chem bing the other one) I'm not too worried about. With the History one, I knew I was going to get a good grade if I put my mind too it, whereas Chemistry, I have no chance. It's like this, when I sat down yesterday to take APUS, it immediately started begging for mercy, "Please don't kill me! Oh GOD!!!" it said as I sadistically laughed as I severed it's head with my library of chronological facts and clever metaphor use (for the essays [i.e. "the British Mercantile noose" man that was good!]). When I sit down to take APChem, however, he's going to sit up, grab me by the throat and yell "Come on boy!!! Just try!!! I'm going to STRIKE you down!!! MUTILATE you!!! And VIOLATE your corpse with my URINE!!!." Tuesday's going to be fun.
So anyways, the Prom. I looked very svelte in my long Tux coat and silver vest and tie combo (Tag: The Zenith Tuxedo: For the TALLER man). And Heather looked very nice in her black dress.
A lot of people I didn't invite showed up to see me off. Which made me a little uptight because I usually don't like being the center of attention. Whatever, it's over now. Afterwords we went to big Dip, so Heather could say hello to her co-workers, and then to Aroma's coffee house, because Heather needs coffee.
Then we were off to the Prom. They had the gym decorated really nice. You could hardly tell where you were, except for the bleachers and gym floor. But hey, the Prom committee did a great job. Besides, what really matters is the dance music. And that music was...stuff you can't dance to. But that's not saying people tried. I mean with Hip-Hop I guess you just need to gyrate. And have dry sex apparently. I mean, when I tried to describe it later in the evening to Marc and Nikki, all I could come up with was "Boars, mating." I guess if you added tusks and more guttural grunts you could have a regular pig-a-palooza. At one point a girl was down on all FOURS with her date squatting behind her. Cute. So yeah, most of the time I stood off to the side with my group and made fun of all the fools. But, at Ten'o'clock, after two pulled fire alarms (HaHa! that's so funny! and original! and I'm sarcastic!), and a blown speaker I started dancing.
I wish to apologize to those who had to witness it.
Yeah so Heather taught me how to slow dance. Which isn't too hard, especially if you're not making out with your date at the same time. Honestly. Then Heather had to team up with Dave P. in order to teach me to dance to other, fast, songs. They taught me some basic moves, the one I got down easiest was the "skank". So we decided to start a skank circle. With the three of us cavorting around the gym, we only got one person to join us. Thanks Brandie F.! Then the prom ended and they told us to clear out IMMEDIATELY!
Afterwords we went to Denny's and had planned on going bowling, but Heather was feeling a little sick. So, I told her to just drop me off at home so she could go home and get to bed.
Well, that was my Junior Prom. And it was AWESOME!