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Okay, to start I have a simple recipe recommendation for everyone. This week my after school treat has consisted of one simple, yet delicious dish: vanilla bean ice cream topped with sliced bananas and almonds with warm caramel twirled all over. I think it might be even better if I could substitute the almonds for a thin, elegantly-styled cookie. I know just the kind I want, but haven't checked the store for them yet. Anyway, definitely try it!
Prom was this Saturday night at my school. As predicted, it was nothing special. Altogether, I had fun, though. The night begins with a nightmare of a crowd of parents all wanting lots of pictures of their darling children looking beautiful and handsome. Oh, and that was preceded, of course, by my mother taking what felt like hundreds of shots of me individually, in my gorgeous red dress. We suffered through their gross admiration and pride, until the 8 of us finally managed to escape into the limo. We were 4 couples; only one actually dating. I went with a friend as loose dates- we didn't stay together much once we actually arrived at Prom. The advantage, though, was that he paid for both my ticket and all of dinner, which wasn't at all cheap. Dinner ( which I feel I must speak of since it pertains to my usual theme and subject matter) was one of the most fun parts of the night actually. It feels great to walk in dressed all fancy-like and then to dine on expensive, delicious food. I didn't really eat anything all day long to ensure that I would be hungry for dinner. We had plenty of appetizers to start with, plus a terrific frothy, cream, coffee drink (basically a very fancy milkshake) that had some brandy or what not in it; but not any significant amount! (Don't make fun of me; I don't drink...) Our main courses were all gigantic. Regardless, I finished most of mine, as did the others. And for dessert I had the most rich, decadent piece of cake I think I have ever tasted. I'm just glad my dress was a little loose-fitted to allow room for my expansion.
At prom there was only minimal dancing. Neither my date nor I really knew how to dance. When we did it was only to the slower, more traditional music, and never the hip-hop, which seemed to be most of the music. My date stepped on my feet, but I tripped over my own shoes... so it was all good- a little embarrassing, but mostly just funny. A large part of prom seems to be made up of the giving and receiving of compliments. I received a ton, many I think were actually sincere; and of course, I returned them. The rest of prom was consumed by mostly conversation and gossip.
It ended at midnight, by our group carried through with our earlier plans and went to a cozy coffee shop for mochas and cheesecake. After that the limo dropped us all back off at my friends house where Alexis and I both declined an invitation to a party by our dates. Instead, we went over to her house and stayed up making pancakes while watching Happy Feet and Pride and Prejudice. (Can't you tell we're the real party kind of people?)
Alright! One more piece of thrilling information!
I was sitting around bored at lunch on Monday when I'm brought suddenly back into reality with the words, "Alex has gotten fat!" They come from the mouth of Jeremy, a boy who I am quite sure is gay. The conversation that follows is debate over the supposed weight gain of a boy named Alex. Some are critiquing him, some are defending him; some exaggerate, while others check the first group by agreeing that he has very noticeably put on some weight, but is by no means fat. From what I hear, the range of weight he has possibly gained seems to range between a few pounds up to 40! As I sit there listening, my heart begans to beat with excitement from hearing the news. Eventually the table comes to the consensus that Alex is getting "chunky."
Let me explain a little more. Alex is hot! Tall, dark, and beyond handsome; practically beautiful. He is, in my opinion (and also in the opinions of half the girls and jealous guys at my school), just about the hottest guy at our school. Maybe there is someone else hotter, but I can't remember whom. I hadn't seem in him in like half a year. I thought he had disappeared or something. I also don't really know him. We've said 'hi' in the halls a few times when passing, and he has done really kind little deeds for me before, such as whispering a few answers to me in Pre-Cal after I had been called upon by the teacher and had no clue what it was; thus giving me extra-credit points for participation which he could have received himself. Okay, long sentence- sorry. Anyway, long story short, I was itching to see him and see if all that they said was true. Over the last couple of days I have kept my eyes open, until today, as a teacher's aid he walked into my third period class to pick up some files...
All that they said was true! He was wearing a fitted bright blue polo shirt, and protruding underneath was the most delicious paunch; a pudgy belly pushing over his khaki pants! His face and cheeks were also looking softer as well. My god, he was so freaking hot! If only he were mine...
Prom was this Saturday night at my school. As predicted, it was nothing special. Altogether, I had fun, though. The night begins with a nightmare of a crowd of parents all wanting lots of pictures of their darling children looking beautiful and handsome. Oh, and that was preceded, of course, by my mother taking what felt like hundreds of shots of me individually, in my gorgeous red dress. We suffered through their gross admiration and pride, until the 8 of us finally managed to escape into the limo. We were 4 couples; only one actually dating. I went with a friend as loose dates- we didn't stay together much once we actually arrived at Prom. The advantage, though, was that he paid for both my ticket and all of dinner, which wasn't at all cheap. Dinner ( which I feel I must speak of since it pertains to my usual theme and subject matter) was one of the most fun parts of the night actually. It feels great to walk in dressed all fancy-like and then to dine on expensive, delicious food. I didn't really eat anything all day long to ensure that I would be hungry for dinner. We had plenty of appetizers to start with, plus a terrific frothy, cream, coffee drink (basically a very fancy milkshake) that had some brandy or what not in it; but not any significant amount! (Don't make fun of me; I don't drink...) Our main courses were all gigantic. Regardless, I finished most of mine, as did the others. And for dessert I had the most rich, decadent piece of cake I think I have ever tasted. I'm just glad my dress was a little loose-fitted to allow room for my expansion.
At prom there was only minimal dancing. Neither my date nor I really knew how to dance. When we did it was only to the slower, more traditional music, and never the hip-hop, which seemed to be most of the music. My date stepped on my feet, but I tripped over my own shoes... so it was all good- a little embarrassing, but mostly just funny. A large part of prom seems to be made up of the giving and receiving of compliments. I received a ton, many I think were actually sincere; and of course, I returned them. The rest of prom was consumed by mostly conversation and gossip.
It ended at midnight, by our group carried through with our earlier plans and went to a cozy coffee shop for mochas and cheesecake. After that the limo dropped us all back off at my friends house where Alexis and I both declined an invitation to a party by our dates. Instead, we went over to her house and stayed up making pancakes while watching Happy Feet and Pride and Prejudice. (Can't you tell we're the real party kind of people?)
Alright! One more piece of thrilling information!
I was sitting around bored at lunch on Monday when I'm brought suddenly back into reality with the words, "Alex has gotten fat!" They come from the mouth of Jeremy, a boy who I am quite sure is gay. The conversation that follows is debate over the supposed weight gain of a boy named Alex. Some are critiquing him, some are defending him; some exaggerate, while others check the first group by agreeing that he has very noticeably put on some weight, but is by no means fat. From what I hear, the range of weight he has possibly gained seems to range between a few pounds up to 40! As I sit there listening, my heart begans to beat with excitement from hearing the news. Eventually the table comes to the consensus that Alex is getting "chunky."
Let me explain a little more. Alex is hot! Tall, dark, and beyond handsome; practically beautiful. He is, in my opinion (and also in the opinions of half the girls and jealous guys at my school), just about the hottest guy at our school. Maybe there is someone else hotter, but I can't remember whom. I hadn't seem in him in like half a year. I thought he had disappeared or something. I also don't really know him. We've said 'hi' in the halls a few times when passing, and he has done really kind little deeds for me before, such as whispering a few answers to me in Pre-Cal after I had been called upon by the teacher and had no clue what it was; thus giving me extra-credit points for participation which he could have received himself. Okay, long sentence- sorry. Anyway, long story short, I was itching to see him and see if all that they said was true. Over the last couple of days I have kept my eyes open, until today, as a teacher's aid he walked into my third period class to pick up some files...
All that they said was true! He was wearing a fitted bright blue polo shirt, and protruding underneath was the most delicious paunch; a pudgy belly pushing over his khaki pants! His face and cheeks were also looking softer as well. My god, he was so freaking hot! If only he were mine...