enamoured | you're moving in circles, why won't you dialate?

Here are some fast facts about prom for the Class of 2004: our colors are royal blue, silver, and black. Our theme is "If Only for One Night". Tickets will be $45, and they will be sold for only a few days in early April.

Here are my thoughts about it: I hate the theme. I hate it. Don't get me wrong, I love a good teen movie, but the theme is TOO teen movie. It REEKS of teen movie. Although "Always and Forever" wasn't much better... it was something ever-so-slightly better. Anyway.

The colors are nice. I've always been a fan of black, silver, and blue. Don't know if buying a navy dress would now be cheesy as it would correspond with the colors.

If I end up with an underclassman as a date, do I pay for his ticket? Or will he just give me the money or whatever? $90 for two is a nice amount, you know?

I still want my Moulin Rouge meets Breakfast at Tiffany's dress, and I am going looking this weekend, so I hope I find it. I still want clear-heeled shoes so I can pretend to be Cinderella.

Next subject.

We've started reading Animal Farm in English, and we've also got this other thing—a journal project—to do. We're supposed to write ten entries about the experience of being a senior in 2004. [inserts snickers] Oh yeah. Apparently my teacher doesn't know that I've been chronicling my so-called angst in written form since I was nine, and I can't summarize even things that are slightly trivial to me in a 250-word paragraph. She wants an entry from me? Okay, then. How about 2000 words and three double-spaced pages?

Next. There's the matter of Xangas. Oh man. There's like, all these people I see on a fairly regular basis and it seems so danged awkward to actually comment in their journals then talk to them, or even occasionally make allusions to something they SAID in the journal. Like, it was weird when I mostly talked to Sara D. via IM and LJ at first. But when I would bring up something in the journal with Christy, it wasn't so awkward. Maybe it's a comfort thing. You have to know someone so you won't feel so weirded out bringing up something online. I don't know. It's quite strange to me.

Then there's, of course, the fact that about FOUR guys I like have journals over there too and I'm too shy to comment in them or what not. I'm a loser. Too shy, shy, hush hush, eye to eye... Thank you, Kajagoogoo, and other one hit wonder 80s bands.

Finally: I clench my teeth when I'm annoyed.