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enamouredI think that today will be the day that I finally finish my Big Prom Saga. I've been busy the past few days, especially since Saturday, getting ready for my grandma to come down and all. She's here now, and she'll be here a month. Cripes. I don't know if that's a good or bad thing.
Anyway. So I went up to the third floor, where the ballroom is at and there are security guards with the Breathalyzer things. Seeing as I've never had to take one of those tests before, I almost put my whole mouth on it. If you've ever seen someone taking a Breathalyzer test or if you've ever had to do it yourself (for whatever reason), you know the procedure.
I walked in, looking for any familiar faces, and I ran into Antonio. He told me that Shawn was looking for me, resulting in me sighing heavily. I ended up going to sit with Ashley H., Jessica, and Christy A. Christy had brought Kohni along with her, because Kohni graduated early last year and didn't get to go to prom.
So we were sitting there, babbling like girls do, with me picking at my spinach salad (it had some weird French cheese in it that tasted a little grody), when I see Shawn walking toward us. And he had a corsage box. If I had no shame, I would've ducked under the table. Instead, the other girls and the guy (this guy I don't know and his date came and sat with us) tried to make it look as if there were other people sitting in the chairs. No luck. He came over and started talking. I had no choice but to clear out a chair. He sat down, then looked at the salad, and—like a six year old—blurts out, "Gross! What is that in the salad?" I wanted to crawl under the table. I ended up excusing myself from the table a second later, just to kind of give myself a pep talk and say, You can tolerate this. If not, you can get out of this. I ran into Stephanie, and she helped me calm down.
About 9:30, they handed out superlatives. Naturally, I didn't get one. (I can dream, though, right?) And Antonio got prom king, and Casey (a girl in drama) got prom queen.
From 10 to midnight, the floor (which was pretty dinky) was open for dancing. I took pictures and tried to feign shyness by avoiding Shawn, who can't dance to save his life. He was dancing like Steve Urkel and Anthony Michael Hall's character in Sixteen Candles little brother. It. Was. Awful. He was even doing those same spastic movies off the dance floor, which was justsowrong. I slow danced with him once, to the first of the only TWO slow songs they played during the night: Usher's "Confessions". (the other song? Usher again, with "Burn". If that wasn't bad enough, they played NOTHING BUT RAP the entire dancing portion. I didn't care at the time, but in retrospect it sucked having to hear Lil Jon and the Eastside Boys shriek "YEA-AH!" every. five. minutes.) He was a bad slow dancer too. He stepped on my feet a lot. That's never happened to me before. And he kept counting his steps and swaying his head back and forth like Stevie Wonder. I can't be hard on him, really. But, a guy who can't slow dance... (shakes head)
I did dance with the girls a lot, and some with Eric. (the one with the curly hair who I mentioned a lot earlier this year, often in the same sentence as Drew.) His date was a girl named Melissa, who didn't really want to dance, so I asked her if it was okay if I "stole" him for a few songs, and she was like, "Okay." He seemed like Perfect Boyfriend Material that night: polite, good dancer, funny, everything. But I digress.
I didn't hurt Shawn's feelings, and I worried that I might have because I didn't dance with him too much or anything. I guess I didn't because about 11:30, he came over and hugged me and thanked me for "being [his] date". I was instantly relieved. Poof, it was over.
After prom, I went to the school-sponsored party at the bowling alley. I played laser tag and pool as well. And it was all together just fun.
Other random notes:
--dinner wasn't that good. The salad was okay, sans cheese. And there were these awful half-cooked veggies with the main course. The chicken was okay. The only good part was the desert.
--Alyssa and Josh were doing the whole pathetically cute thing again all night long. That was the only time I really wished I'd had a boyfriend the whole night long.
--Michael N. is seriously under motivated (his GPA is like 1.7; I don't think he's graduating) and he's kinda short, but he is seriously cute. And a complete freak-dancer.
--Rene didn't dance the entire time. Bah humbug.
And I think that's about it. I'm taking my pictures to get converted to digital this week.
Anyway. So I went up to the third floor, where the ballroom is at and there are security guards with the Breathalyzer things. Seeing as I've never had to take one of those tests before, I almost put my whole mouth on it. If you've ever seen someone taking a Breathalyzer test or if you've ever had to do it yourself (for whatever reason), you know the procedure.
I walked in, looking for any familiar faces, and I ran into Antonio. He told me that Shawn was looking for me, resulting in me sighing heavily. I ended up going to sit with Ashley H., Jessica, and Christy A. Christy had brought Kohni along with her, because Kohni graduated early last year and didn't get to go to prom.
So we were sitting there, babbling like girls do, with me picking at my spinach salad (it had some weird French cheese in it that tasted a little grody), when I see Shawn walking toward us. And he had a corsage box. If I had no shame, I would've ducked under the table. Instead, the other girls and the guy (this guy I don't know and his date came and sat with us) tried to make it look as if there were other people sitting in the chairs. No luck. He came over and started talking. I had no choice but to clear out a chair. He sat down, then looked at the salad, and—like a six year old—blurts out, "Gross! What is that in the salad?" I wanted to crawl under the table. I ended up excusing myself from the table a second later, just to kind of give myself a pep talk and say, You can tolerate this. If not, you can get out of this. I ran into Stephanie, and she helped me calm down.
About 9:30, they handed out superlatives. Naturally, I didn't get one. (I can dream, though, right?) And Antonio got prom king, and Casey (a girl in drama) got prom queen.
From 10 to midnight, the floor (which was pretty dinky) was open for dancing. I took pictures and tried to feign shyness by avoiding Shawn, who can't dance to save his life. He was dancing like Steve Urkel and Anthony Michael Hall's character in Sixteen Candles little brother. It. Was. Awful. He was even doing those same spastic movies off the dance floor, which was justsowrong. I slow danced with him once, to the first of the only TWO slow songs they played during the night: Usher's "Confessions". (the other song? Usher again, with "Burn". If that wasn't bad enough, they played NOTHING BUT RAP the entire dancing portion. I didn't care at the time, but in retrospect it sucked having to hear Lil Jon and the Eastside Boys shriek "YEA-AH!" every. five. minutes.) He was a bad slow dancer too. He stepped on my feet a lot. That's never happened to me before. And he kept counting his steps and swaying his head back and forth like Stevie Wonder. I can't be hard on him, really. But, a guy who can't slow dance... (shakes head)
I did dance with the girls a lot, and some with Eric. (the one with the curly hair who I mentioned a lot earlier this year, often in the same sentence as Drew.) His date was a girl named Melissa, who didn't really want to dance, so I asked her if it was okay if I "stole" him for a few songs, and she was like, "Okay." He seemed like Perfect Boyfriend Material that night: polite, good dancer, funny, everything. But I digress.
I didn't hurt Shawn's feelings, and I worried that I might have because I didn't dance with him too much or anything. I guess I didn't because about 11:30, he came over and hugged me and thanked me for "being [his] date". I was instantly relieved. Poof, it was over.
After prom, I went to the school-sponsored party at the bowling alley. I played laser tag and pool as well. And it was all together just fun.
Other random notes:
--dinner wasn't that good. The salad was okay, sans cheese. And there were these awful half-cooked veggies with the main course. The chicken was okay. The only good part was the desert.
--Alyssa and Josh were doing the whole pathetically cute thing again all night long. That was the only time I really wished I'd had a boyfriend the whole night long.
--Michael N. is seriously under motivated (his GPA is like 1.7; I don't think he's graduating) and he's kinda short, but he is seriously cute. And a complete freak-dancer.
--Rene didn't dance the entire time. Bah humbug.
And I think that's about it. I'm taking my pictures to get converted to digital this week.
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