Mar 27, 2005 12:48
Prom's next weekend. Stupid prom. I'm going doe... er... without a date. I think a group of my friends are going, so I'll tag along. It sucks having a date at a dance because you can't dance with other people. It sucks even more when you're with a date you don't like (that happened to me sophomore year). The planning committee has a live big band playing during dinner, and a DJ playing for the dance. Does that seem backward to anyone else? I really wish I could wear somewhat casual swing attire, but no. Prom is a popularity contest/ beauty pagaent, and you have to wear a long skirt. No wonder no one dances at school formals; they can't without treading on ridiculously long skirts. I swear I will not resort to mTV thrashing seizure dance. Nope. I'll be the one haggling with the DJ. "Come on Disc Jockey, Big Bad Voodoo Daddy. No? Squirrel Nut Zippers. No? The Stray Cats? The Cars? David Bowie? Hell, some Mozart? *weeping* Anything but Britney Spears!"
I went dancing friday night. Wyoming man is STILL following me around. dammit. What do I say; "look mr. whatsyourname. you're starting to creep me out, and I don't like dancing with you." If I could think of a nice way to say that, I would. As is, I just sit out most of the songs he asks me to dance to. Dammit. Anyway, the other Wyoming guy decided to use my drawing of the swing dancing eagles. Yay!
I didn't get the local art scholarship. *sigh* I'm not going to talk about it.
I checked out a David Bowie CD from the Library. I like his music, it's weird. He has a cool accent.