There's Something in my Eye!!
Ok so I'm extremely bored right now. Everyone and their grandma is getting ready for homecoming, out of town, or busy... and none of them are online right now either. So now I'm all by myself (DON'T WANNA BE!) with a whole bunch of ancient disney tapes and the internet... not to mention a sexy pair of way-too-big sweat pants.
The tri-cities is so godamn boring. Oh and while I'm ranting, I better rant about homecoming. There are (more or less) three reasons why I'm not going.
1. Cost of tuxedo: $150. Cleaning stain from virgin margarita splashed on tuxedo by angry date: $50. Therapy after witnessing Monica dirty dance: $800 (HEAVY therapy). Ticket: $25. Last-minute-haircut: $20. Last-minute-manicure: $100. Last-minute-dance-lessons: $50. Corsage: $0 (tape together a bunch of flowers from backyard). Homecoming... (you think I'm gonna say "priceless" don't you? HAH!)... worthless.
2. It's all for the girls. THEY'RE the ones that dress up like Cinderella to go to the ball while us guys are their permanent arm rests. Homecoming is all about girls checking out how ugly other girls are. And comparing dresses. Oh yeah and flaunting the studliness of their date. PLEASE, spare me. Pretty soon they'll supply pumpkin carriages to pick the girls up at their houses.
3. HOMECOMING COURT. Who the hell came up with THAT load of CRAP? It's all just a giant school-wide popularity contest. No, I'm not bitter because I lost to Dane Westermeyer... ok well just a little but STILL. It's not like being hc prince actually MEANS anything. I mean SERIOUSLY, people. Prince over WHAT? "The columbia basin empire?"
But in all honesty, HC can be exciting. Especially if you're getting picked up in a limo... and if you get to see people you hardly EVER get to see... and if you're with people you care about and all of that... that's why I'm going to Kamiakin's. And I'm not saying HC is just BAD. I think it's fun in some ways, but I'm not gonna spend money on going to Kennewick's.
Holy crap someone just rang the doorbell. Uhh... what do I do?
Ok well they left I think.
I'm all done ranting now, hehe. Now back to being bored and watching random VHS tapes. Bye!
(Oh and that thing about Monica is actually an inside joke-- she doesn't dirty dance)
The tri-cities is so godamn boring. Oh and while I'm ranting, I better rant about homecoming. There are (more or less) three reasons why I'm not going.
1. Cost of tuxedo: $150. Cleaning stain from virgin margarita splashed on tuxedo by angry date: $50. Therapy after witnessing Monica dirty dance: $800 (HEAVY therapy). Ticket: $25. Last-minute-haircut: $20. Last-minute-manicure: $100. Last-minute-dance-lessons: $50. Corsage: $0 (tape together a bunch of flowers from backyard). Homecoming... (you think I'm gonna say "priceless" don't you? HAH!)... worthless.
2. It's all for the girls. THEY'RE the ones that dress up like Cinderella to go to the ball while us guys are their permanent arm rests. Homecoming is all about girls checking out how ugly other girls are. And comparing dresses. Oh yeah and flaunting the studliness of their date. PLEASE, spare me. Pretty soon they'll supply pumpkin carriages to pick the girls up at their houses.
3. HOMECOMING COURT. Who the hell came up with THAT load of CRAP? It's all just a giant school-wide popularity contest. No, I'm not bitter because I lost to Dane Westermeyer... ok well just a little but STILL. It's not like being hc prince actually MEANS anything. I mean SERIOUSLY, people. Prince over WHAT? "The columbia basin empire?"
But in all honesty, HC can be exciting. Especially if you're getting picked up in a limo... and if you get to see people you hardly EVER get to see... and if you're with people you care about and all of that... that's why I'm going to Kamiakin's. And I'm not saying HC is just BAD. I think it's fun in some ways, but I'm not gonna spend money on going to Kennewick's.
Holy crap someone just rang the doorbell. Uhh... what do I do?
Ok well they left I think.
I'm all done ranting now, hehe. Now back to being bored and watching random VHS tapes. Bye!
(Oh and that thing about Monica is actually an inside joke-- she doesn't dirty dance)