Spring prom!
For those of you looking for my PM on Asatru:
Just scroll down! I was going to keep myself from posting a new entry in my journal until I was sure that you had all found and downloaded my PM, but it seems as if I can't keep myself from spilling my life out over the keyboard and onto the screen.
The PM is the post further down. Keep on looking! :)
Right. Back to business.
I've got so much to share with you. And I'm not being ironic. Stuff has been going on, both outside of Zal and inside of Zal. There's been this spring prom, for starters.
I managed to finish my dress in time, and it looked very nice, and I decided not to wear it. And no, I'm not a very logical person. But see, I found another, much nicer top in my wardrobe... and yeah, I'll shut up now.
The evening before the prom, Lova, Niklas, Louise, Kee, Johanna and I sat in my room finishing our dresses (well, not in Niklas's case, obviously, but as he worked on his cape, he fit in nicely with us girls) when a bunch of young, handsome men -- our prom dates -- appeared outside my window and started singing serenades. We rewarded them with wine and Swedish punch.
After having put the last touches to our dresses and capes (around midnight), Niklas and I left to watch Kill Bill 2 at Patrik's. It was a good film, even better than the first one.
Got up rather early on Saturday, even though I knew that the day would be a looooooong one. I just couldn't help it.
Anyway. Mats and I took a wee walk to the Grave of King Björn -- it took us about forty minutes to get there -- and then I had to rush home, as my room was the place where a bunch of excited girls would get ready for the prom.
It was fun. We had wine. We did our make-up. Hair was sprayed. Bras were exposed. We got ready. Then we met up with our prom dates at Niklas's and had some punch.
Men in tailcoats = meow. :)
The prom itself? Well, the company was, of course, lovely, the food was more than okay, the speeches were not too many and not too long (and luckily, no one made a fool of himself or herself on stage). Still, the actual dinner was more of a... well... a way of passing time until the fun started.
So, after having left the tables, a bunch of us had coffee -- and in some cases, highballs -- with the Contact Committee in one of the study rooms, and then the dancing began.
Oh, the dancing! I love dancing. Especially this kind of dancing; waltz and foxtrot. I didn't miss a single one. Even before the prom, I had decided not to repeat the mistake I made during the autumn prom; the mistake of not daring to ask men for a dance. Now, it turned out that most of the time, I didn't even have to ask. There were plenty of very brave and kind and thoughtful men. I applaud you!
After an hour or two, there was a pause. In other words, there was an excellent moment to take a break and have a drink. I normally don't have drinks, and this one made me remember why. Drinks are sweet and sugary and make my tongue want to curl up and kill itself. Bleh.
Much nicer than drinks was the fact that I, at this point, stumbled over an acquaintance. An acquaintance who turned out to be a very talented dance partner. I felt like such a lousy dancer in comparison, but that did not stop me from keeping my hands on him for an hour and a half -- or, in other words, until the music died. Well, I didn't dare letting him go, as he would have been kidnapped right away by the first lady looking his way.
I've never had that much fun on a dance floor before. Thank you!
At four o'clock, the band stopped planning, but this didn't mean that the prom was over. Now, it was time to watch Charlii and Fredrik prepare breakfast, while plundering the nation's kitchen for anything edible. Around five, breakfast was served, and the annual gossip magazine was handed out; telling us all about the autumn and spring terms at V-Dala Nation. The moment of revelation: Who said the silliest things? Who walked naked through the streets of Uppsala? Who wore a superhero outfit to a sitting? Who slept with who, and where?
I went home at seven o'clock in the morning -- not because I wanted to, but because I had to write a PM that was to be handed in on Monday (today). I kept myself awake by gulping down four mugs of coffee and wrote for five hours. The brain works rather slowly when you've been awake for a day and a night.
Then Charlii came and rescued me from my torments by knocking on my door and telling me that it was time to play crocket. This is also a spring prom tradition. People don't go to sleep after a spring prom. There are train journeys and herring lunches and the gods know what else, and finally there is a crocket contest.
I didn't participate in the actual playing, as I would have hurt someone waving that mallet around, but I was an enthusiastic yet rather tired onlooker.
At seven o'clock that evening, I finally went to bed, after having been awake for 36 hours.
Today, I've read two books and thought a lot, and I've decided that I don't want to go on studying what I study. I don't know exactly what to study or what to do instead, but I'm pretty sure that I'm... so... fucking... tired... of lying to myself and wasting my life away, that I just won't take it anymore.
Oh. Kee, Johanna and Charlii have left for the States to attend a Star Wars Celebration of some sort. Have fun, you! Some day I'll go on vacation, too. In two weeks, to be exact. Okay, so I'm just going to the south of Sweden, but still...