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Wheee. Homecoming has come and gone, and I'm not sure what to make of it.
Jillian came over to my house about 5, and I cooked dinner. Nothing fancy, just chicken fingers, pasta, and corn off the cob. We ate. She went home, and we got into our nice clothes.
How I hate ties...
I go to her house, and parents take pictures. And take pictures. And take pictures. Then we move to a different spot, and parents take pictures. And take pictures. Etc...
We finally go to the dance, and well, neither me nor my date are really dancers. 3 hours of standing around and talking to freinds we see every day. Fun...
Well, it was fun when I showed everyone my dances for people who cant dance. ^_^
And when we got our picture taken by the professionals who set up a camera in the gym. We got a group picture, with 12 of us. As we were being puit in place by the photographer, Bob got off-balance, and ran into Toni, who fell onto the backdrop, a cardboard semicircle base, with cardboard columns connection to a cardboard semicircle top. The top starts falling, but the base was staying in place. The photographer rushed in, and got the top back up.
Well, the outer coluims end up like this: / \ instead of l l. The photographer fixes one (l \) and tries to fix the other, but got this: / l.
So, the backdrop was not all that straight in our picture.
Then, after the picture is taken, we move away, and there's a huge dent in the front of the base, and a hole on the top of it, where Toni fell on it. I'm sure the photographer was glad we were the last picture.
Schu may not be so happy that the thing was broken though. Seeing as how she helped make it.
Which is why I'm glad she doesn't know who broke it.
The dance ended not long after that, and we all went home.
The end.
Jillian came over to my house about 5, and I cooked dinner. Nothing fancy, just chicken fingers, pasta, and corn off the cob. We ate. She went home, and we got into our nice clothes.
How I hate ties...
I go to her house, and parents take pictures. And take pictures. And take pictures. Then we move to a different spot, and parents take pictures. And take pictures. Etc...
We finally go to the dance, and well, neither me nor my date are really dancers. 3 hours of standing around and talking to freinds we see every day. Fun...
Well, it was fun when I showed everyone my dances for people who cant dance. ^_^
And when we got our picture taken by the professionals who set up a camera in the gym. We got a group picture, with 12 of us. As we were being puit in place by the photographer, Bob got off-balance, and ran into Toni, who fell onto the backdrop, a cardboard semicircle base, with cardboard columns connection to a cardboard semicircle top. The top starts falling, but the base was staying in place. The photographer rushed in, and got the top back up.
Well, the outer coluims end up like this: / \ instead of l l. The photographer fixes one (l \) and tries to fix the other, but got this: / l.
So, the backdrop was not all that straight in our picture.
Then, after the picture is taken, we move away, and there's a huge dent in the front of the base, and a hole on the top of it, where Toni fell on it. I'm sure the photographer was glad we were the last picture.
Schu may not be so happy that the thing was broken though. Seeing as how she helped make it.
Which is why I'm glad she doesn't know who broke it.
The dance ended not long after that, and we all went home.
The end.