I wish our school dances were more like the Father-Daughter Dance my girl scout troop hosts. The F-D dance has better music, for one, and more space for me to cut loose. Of course, the games the DJs start aren't really that entertaining if you're in high school, but that's the price you've got to pay, I guess.
Our visit to St. John's was pretty uneventful- we just wandered around the campus for an hour. And the school store was closed! It's supposed to open at noon on Saturday, but we were there until nearly one and it still hadn't opened. I was really bummed; I had wanted to get a sweatshirt so I could parade my college-bound senior-ness all around the high school because I do not have one.
I finished my mosaic while watching Robin Hood in glorious technicolor on the hotel tv.
Distance shot.
This is mildly creepy.
My head is pasted on, yay!
I would also like to take this opportunity to tell Posfe that Michael has an LJ now. I don't expect him to actually use it, but you should friend him anyway:
ducklord.