yeah, well, weve got mary ann over there whos an expert in analysizing...
well.
saturday night was the senior dinner dance. and you know? when you dont take things too seriously, high school dances can be fun. thats right. i went dressed in a ripped skirt and a clearance top and let my 12 year old sister do my hair... skot and i boogied till the cows came home, which was sometime around 11.
actually, i kind of boogied at skot. he dosent dance much.
but yeah. we had a good time. i thrusted myself about like a retard for awhile, and banana republic joe (the kid i bond with over velour pants and camis) told me the bus boys were standing by the doors checking me out. they were probably just making sure i was ok, but i took it as a compliment anyway. i drew attention, right? right.
um, but yeah. the deejays were good, even if their slow songs were totally stupid and inapproprate (actually, because the slow songs were totally stupid and inappropriate) and we even heard some, i kid you not, duncan shiek and sneaker pimps in addition to sir mix alot. it was odd to say the least, but welcome.
so yeah. the dance was good. some people were in kind of shitty moods, but i tried not to let it phase me much. i grabbed bananajoe and grinded/ground (whatever) on him for as long as my legs would hold me (which wasnt very long because id helped dad resod the backyard earlier in the day).
i know the senior dinner dance is supposed to make you miss high school, but i still know i wont. all i could think of from the moment i stepped inside was 'wow, i really dont care if i ever see any of these people ever again' and i went back to dancing and trying to tie cherry stems with my tongue.
i couldnt, but who cares? the busboys were still checking me out.
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oh, and for the record, if any of you ever neglects to tell me that IT is going to be somewhere where i am going to have to spend the entire night avoiding him EVER AGAIN, ill blame every last one of you and get an entirely new group of friends.
and dont think i wont.
saturday night was the senior dinner dance. and you know? when you dont take things too seriously, high school dances can be fun. thats right. i went dressed in a ripped skirt and a clearance top and let my 12 year old sister do my hair... skot and i boogied till the cows came home, which was sometime around 11.
actually, i kind of boogied at skot. he dosent dance much.
but yeah. we had a good time. i thrusted myself about like a retard for awhile, and banana republic joe (the kid i bond with over velour pants and camis) told me the bus boys were standing by the doors checking me out. they were probably just making sure i was ok, but i took it as a compliment anyway. i drew attention, right? right.
um, but yeah. the deejays were good, even if their slow songs were totally stupid and inapproprate (actually, because the slow songs were totally stupid and inappropriate) and we even heard some, i kid you not, duncan shiek and sneaker pimps in addition to sir mix alot. it was odd to say the least, but welcome.
so yeah. the dance was good. some people were in kind of shitty moods, but i tried not to let it phase me much. i grabbed bananajoe and grinded/ground (whatever) on him for as long as my legs would hold me (which wasnt very long because id helped dad resod the backyard earlier in the day).
i know the senior dinner dance is supposed to make you miss high school, but i still know i wont. all i could think of from the moment i stepped inside was 'wow, i really dont care if i ever see any of these people ever again' and i went back to dancing and trying to tie cherry stems with my tongue.
i couldnt, but who cares? the busboys were still checking me out.
***
oh, and for the record, if any of you ever neglects to tell me that IT is going to be somewhere where i am going to have to spend the entire night avoiding him EVER AGAIN, ill blame every last one of you and get an entirely new group of friends.
and dont think i wont.